Arthur got down to a running start and burst forward towards the group of purple-clad hunters, not minding their status or whatever reasoning they had for taking Tristan.
He was taking the hunter back one way or another.
The bronze lance flashed through the air, spinning and slashing at the attacks that came his way with lightning speed and impeccable proficiency.
Fortunately for the prince, the hunters didn't unleash any troubling enchantments at his dashing form. Perhaps arrested by fear or simply inexperienced enough to call on them, Arthur did not know.
A crazed grin graced his face as he neared the wall of purple-clad hunters.
With one powerful leap, he sailed high above the sea of purple. Arthur heard a few murmurs, gasps and growls following his airborne form.
A grin formed in his face as his eyes instinctively looked ahead and surveyed the area of his landing.
