- Outside the Citadel, Camelot, Wednesday
- January 2nd, 2013
One warrior fell back and dropped on his arse. Loudly.
But no one dared to utter a word. After all, who knew who'd be next? ... George, as it turned out: he stumbled backwards and bounced his head off of the walls. And after him, whatshisname, the one with the-- something with an S?
All right, maybe Arthur wasn't entirely concerned with their names. After all, he'd never see most of these men again. "Worthless," he called, putting his foot down on Whatshisface's chest. "Honestly. And you came all this way to become knights? Surely that means several of you are all too used to hitting your heads and shaking whatever goes for minds inside there."
He pulled his foot off of Whatshisface's chest. The man panted loudly, unable to sit up.
"Clear out, you pathetic lot," he called. "Testing resumes tomorrow. If any of you haven't forfeited by then, I would hope you bring more skills to the table than you have displayed today."
The warriors scrambled out of the courtyard with varying levels of dignity. Arthur glanced at them only once - he knew this spectacle by now.
"I do love new potentials week," he sighed, pulling off his gloves as he entered the citadel.
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