The couple had never even considered dueling Maximus Brugel. They hadn't even noticed the man jumping onto the rooftop, and he had destroyed their entire hut as he jumped off it.
His powers were truly incredible. Even together, the couple was no match for him, and they quickly gave up on the idea.
"Can we not go?" Lancelot pleaded.
"Come on then. Let's have a match."
"Forget it. I think we'd better go."
…
By the time Finn Taylor awoke, he was already lying in a hotel room with Felicity by his side.
Lancelot and Guinevere were seated by the window. "You're awake."
"You guys didn't kill me?" At the moment that he fainted, Finn Taylor had wondered if the couple was going to kill him because they held grudges against him—to be more accurate, they held a grudge against his father. However, he'd have to pay for it.
"Kill you? Didn't you ask for our help? What, were you asking us to kill you?"
