Since the day he was born. Lancelot was guarded by the captain of the royal knights, Laura. She taught him how to wield a spear. The vice captain taught him how to use a sword. And his father had experts across the continent teach him every weapon he could know. Lancelot didn't see his father all too much. Or rather, his father didn't see him too much. Lancelot spent most of his time training or kept up in his room. Lazing around.
He believed himself to be the pinnacle of strength for people his age. But in one moment. In that duel against Arthur Pendragon. He felt an immeasurable difference in power. Despite being around the same age and around the same rank. It was clear Arthur could truly overpower him if he wanted to. When they fought with the possessed armor. Lancelot found himself stiffening up. While he watched Arthur only grow a greater distance away.
He did not know Arthur. But ever since he started to grow an interest in Revan Zephyr, the name haunted every corner of his life. He was determined a criminal. Attempted murder of the member of the pendragon house. Though. He didn't seem like a monster. Nothing of the sort.
Even her. She was a peculiar case, he could never tell if she was stronger than him. She kept to herself. Always thinking. He was always wondering what was going on in her head. Why she always brushed him off. Though. He came to a very, sharp realization. He didn't have a chance.
But he didn't have time for those thoughts. He took a sharp turn around the corner. He had no way to sense where he was going. But he had a feeling. An instinct. If there was somewhere he'd need to be. He'd end up there. And sure enough. He knew where he needed to be. Standing across the way of the corridor. Stood a woman clad in full silver armor. With gold and blue patterns. A pattern depicting a sword on the chest plate of the armor. Royal knight captain Laura. Stood across from Lancelot, holding a spear in her right hand. A flowing red cape blowing in the slight gust of wind blowing in from the open roof of the labyrinth.
"Lancelot."
The woman's raspy voice rang into the space as Lancelot summoned a sword.
"Do you want to hear a story? You always used to enjoy my stories…"
Lancelot took a look at her. Before taking a few steps forward.
"A story? Is that what you're concerned about at this time? Very well. I will hear your story. Laura."
"Long ago, Lancelot. The stars fell. They burned the world. The man who held them up was murdered. He was called a herald. A man who could take the world into his jaws. And hold the burden of all sin."
Lancelot grit his teeth.
"And I'm being told this, why?"
"And during that time. An age of endless darkness. An age where abyss walkers roamed the continent. A man made a deal with the great dragon born of a stars light. And he became the first king of the continent."
"Tch. Answer the question, Laura."
"A king must stand proud. Lancelot. And they must make hard decisions."
Laura charged forward. With no sudden warning. She thrust her spear at Lancelot. Lancelot met her spear with his sword. Their weapons clashed. And Lancelot tried to push her back. But Laura was at the level of a spear master. To try and overpower her physically would be foolish. So he didn't try. Instead. He lunged below. Grabbing at her feet. He used his augment to suspend her body and rotate it for a few moments until she broke free. To disturb her senses temporarily. As expected. It didn't work. Laura kicked her away before he could use his augment.
'This is pointless…she knows every aspect of my abilities. Sure, I'm nearing my bottleneck…but it's not that easy just to…breakthrough like that.'
He grunted and summoned a few spears. Using his augment to heavily rotate them and shoot them at different parts of Laura's body. Obviously. It didn't work. She slipped through all of them. Laura was secretive. Even towards Lancelot. She never told him about her augment. But. He had a feeling he knew what it was.