The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Yes, Arthur was still technically wounded (and wearing that infernal sling so he couldn't actually use his regular sword arm), and if all had been normal, he wouldn't be here. Unfortunately, circumstances dictated that his only other alternative would be to be stuck in one room with Leto and a gaggle of screaming children instead, and he was fairly sure that was what other people meant when they talked about Hell.

The salle was the better option. At least he'd-- imprinted them all with the importance of discipline and swordcraft. Right now, it was a brilliant way to distract the little bastards. With any luck, Gawain would show up (or simply vanish into thin air, because weren't these things supposed to last two days) to make the insanity complete.

He was dragging Reno off to go drinking once this was finished.

He eyed Arawn. "Check your posture," he ordered, "You'll just ruin your arm like that. Morgana, don't point that at-- Down. It's called discipline."

It was going to be a long day.

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[future_sandworm]

Leto ignored the children. He put a lot of effort into it. "How are they doing?" he asked Arthur.

"Hiii!" Jess said. "My father has a crysknife." Because that was way better than a sword.

[bitchprince]

"We'll talk about swords later," Arthur promised Arawn, patting him on the shoulder. And lifting him, at last, just to make sure he didn't get into any more trouble.

"'s called 'scalibur," the child whispered, conspiratorally, leaning in against his shoulder. He was getting a bit tired again. "'s special."

"Right," said Arthur, "They're doing fine, provided Morgana doesn't start yelling again."

Morgana scowled at him.

[future_sandworm]

Leto put Jess down and the girl hurried up to Morgana. "Hi hi hi!"

"Who is her mother?" Leto asked.

[bitchprince]

"Sword," Arawn mumbled. He seemed to have no willingness to actually let go of Arthur now that he was on there.

"Sword," Arthur agreed, "In a bit." He glanced back at Leto. "Katina," he said, "Francine's friend."

[future_sandworm]

"He seems to take a serious interest," Leto said with a smirk, nodding towards Arawn. And then, in response to the information given, he said: "Ah. Have you ever met?"

As this was a place for exercise, Jess tried to tackle Morgana. In a friendly way, of course!

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur said, dryly, "We haven't. Or hadn't."

What came out of Morgana was an impressive blue streak of swearing, followed by a violent battering that was only barely dwarfed by her vocabulary.

[future_sandworm]

"Of course, there seems to be little logic involved in this." He had a child with Merlin, after all.

Jess cried out and fought back, kicking and punching. She got an approving nod from Leto.

[bitchprince]

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly, as he patted now-drowsy Arawn on the back.

Morgana's obscenities merely increased in pitch. "--AND ##$^@*^^!*&% YOUR MOTHER, TOO!" She yanked on Jess's hair. "BOTH OF MY PARENTS COULD TAKE YOURS, YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

[future_sandworm]

"Don't let her distract you with insults!" Leto called out to Jess, who seemed close to tears by now.

The girl tried to punch back and shouted: "May your waters be taken and spilled upon the sand in the midday sun!"

[bitchprince]

"Punch her in the face!" Arthur called.

Then paused. That... probably wasn't ethical. Oh well. "You know where to head for!"

Morgana... gleefully brought her knee up. "What the $#&*#$^@&*$^@(* does THAT MEAN?!"

[future_sandworm]

"Move away!" Leto called, throwing a glare at Arthur. "Her right side is unguarded."

Jess was blinking, trying to follow the instructions, and pulled away, then flung herself at Morgana again.

[bitchprince]

You know, there was probably something wrong about using your children to work out your rivalries. Arthur pursed his lips for a moment. "I think," he said, "We may need to put an end to this. Morgana!"

With her hand back in Jess's hair, Morgana blinked, stared his way, and asked a question in a way that could not be reprinted on this page.

"...Good fight," was what Arthur came up with.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Through part of this Dinah had been instructing Gawain, and valiantly believing the guys would deal with it, but that last outburst had her walking over to say, "No! Not a good job! Guys! Honestly, they're too little to stop-- Jess, you back off from there right now." She gave Morgana a Look. "You too, Katina's Kid."