The Knight swung at Arfa’s throat.
She jumped back into the lake, splashing further and further until her feet no longer touched bottom.
The Knight charged, water wrapping round his breast-plate. “You will bleed, whelp,” he growled, but the lake slowed his every move.
Arfa, though, swam fast as an eel, diving and kicking his legs from beneath him. He collapsed under, water filling his lungs, death-sharp sword dropping away, armour weighing him down.
Arfa panted. “Deep enough.”
Her heart burned. Her eyes were heavy, and shore was… so far away…
Arms wrapped around her shoulders.
“Hello Arfa,” said Mordred.