The Confrontation with Vortigern
As Lott stood on the battlefield, he felt the heavy weight of dread wash over him. The sight of Vortigern, now transformed into a terrifying beast, sent chills through his men. A dark aura surrounded the dragon, suffocating those nearby. Even among the Knights of the Round Table, who had prepared for this moment, many were overwhelmed, dropping their weapons in fear.
Lott's heart raced when Vortigern spotted him and Morgan. The dragon's excitement was palpable. "You're here! I was just thinking about finding you. Now that you're here, let me repay my hatred! I won't allow myself to fail again," Vortigern bellowed.
Lott remained calm, replying with a smirk, "Really? You should discuss that with Scáthach." His casual tone only darkened Vortigern's expression further.
"Are you trying to die?" the dragon roared, unfurling his massive wings and preparing to charge at Lott.
"Watch out!" Lott shouted, swiftly drawing his weapon, Vasilis. "This magical dragon doesn't play fair—he's planning to sneak attack!"
The knights rolled their eyes. "Does he think he can sneak up on us?" they murmured among themselves, though they were quick to ready their weapons.
Morgan stepped back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She raised her staff, calling upon the magic she had honed for this battle. "I'll provide you all with buffs and protection," she said determinedly. "We must face Vortigern together."
"Thank you, Morgan," Lott said, his gaze fixed on the dragon. "We'll need every advantage we can get."
At the forefront, Altria and Galahad surged forward, swords drawn. "We're not backing down!" Altria shouted, her voice filled with determination.
Tristan, hanging back momentarily, pulled back his bowstring, aiming carefully at Vortigern's eye. "Let's see how tough you are!" he taunted, releasing the arrow. It struck Vortigern's eyelid but was deflected as if hitting solid steel.
"Is that all you've got?" Vortigern growled, fury blazing in his eyes.
The other knights quickly joined in, firing arrows at the beast, but to no avail. "It's like shooting at a wall!" one knight exclaimed in frustration.
Lott, seizing the opportunity, fired three shots from Vasilis. "Take that!" he yelled, but each arrow seemed to only infuriate the dragon further.
"Lott!" Vortigern screeched, "You dare attack me?"
Lott shrugged nonchalantly, "Just a little warm-up."
Morgan shot him a disapproving look, but he grinned back, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's get serious now. Everyone, focus!"
"Right!" Morgan urged, rallying her troops. "Prepare for battle! We can't let Vortigern gain any more ground."
As Vortigern charged, Altria and Galahad took to the air, dodging the dragon's massive claws. "We've got to strike hard!" Galahad yelled, and they both swung their swords down at the claws, sending brilliant arcs of light slicing through the air.
But Vortigern's claws proved too strong, easily deflecting their blows. The ground trembled under their feet as the dragon's weight bore down on them. Altria and Galahad struggled to maintain their footing, pushing back with all their might.
Lott, undeterred, leapt towards Vortigern's head, yelling, "I'm coming for you!"
"Maximize the strength for me, Morgan!" he called.
"Understood!" she replied, raising her staff high. A surge of magic enveloped Lott, enhancing his strength, speed, and protection. "Go for it, Lott!"
As he soared higher, Vortigern's eyes narrowed, fixated on Lott's weapon, the blade of Vasilis, glinting in the light. The dragon realized the threat and prepared to defend himself, but Altria and Galahad executed a well-rehearsed manoeuvre. They leapt onto the dragon's claws, ready to strike the wounds they had discovered earlier.
There, they noticed two distinct wounds on the dragon's claws.
"We know how to hurt you!" Altria shouted defiantly.
With renewed vigour, both warriors brought their swords down fiercely, determined to turn the tide of battle in their favour.