Merlin knows they are outnumbered. The Southrons are fast approaching them and within 분 they’ll be surrounded for sure. If they are not careful, it will take them just mere 초 to round them up. Merlin knows he has to do something but the idea which keeps tapping his mind requires him to get rid of the others. Others shouldn’t be a problem. Arthur is a big concern now. Merlin bites his lip and skips a log as he leads the group through the forest. Behind him, Arthur follows, still clutching his wounded rib, the injury sustained as they fled from Camelot...
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