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As soon as Isabeau heard from her underground contacts about the new man in the fight club scene, there was no doubt in her mind that it was her former mentor and now knight turned fugitive. Ā The manās physical description coupled with his fighting style all but confirmed it. Ā She was now on her way to Whitechapel to confront the disgraced Sir Galahad.
It was a mission she told no one about. Ā Her orders told her he was to be brought in alive but he did not deserve it. Ā Certainly not after what he did to her brother. Ā No, Isabeau was after vengeance.
The Knight crept into the abandoned warehouse being used as a fight club and made her way through the cheering crowd to catch a glimpse of the fighters in action.
The roar of the crowdsā reaction in his ears, the man once known as Sir Galahad for centuries deftly avoided an vicious series of attacks and threw another punch ā a strong right haymaker that knocked the brute he was fighting to the grimy floor with a thud. He turned to garner the cheers of his bettors and the jeers of those against him, people who wanted to see Arthur the Strongman fall. That was part of the alias was what he had given himself in hiding, it amused him. King if the Britonsā¦ Excalibur and all that.
However, in the wake of everything since the night of October 18th and the trial, he was a Knight no more. His hair was close-cropped at the sides and back but a short beard all along his jawline, muscular body made leaner by weeks on the run since his escape, the only thing he could not change were his bright green eyes that scanned over the crowd. The winnings were a necessity, he was penniless otherwise. āAny takers for the ninth round? Or is no one brave enough? Have Iāā He grinned in triumph, until he saw his lover and the smile melted from his features, he was transfixed to the spot, chest heaving from exertion.
Did she recognize him? Oh, Godā¦ a broken-hearted sort of anger was tearing him apart from the inside from not seeing his former lover up close since the trial. āI suppose that is all tonight, lads.ā Grayson added as he turned away to vault the ringside and make his way out to dress and flee away from here.
As soon as his green eyes found hers through the crowd, Isabeau knew she should have taken more care to conceal herself. Of course he had picked her out immediately--the lone woman's face in the crowd of men. Their gazes locked for a few moments and she watched as his high from his win came crashing down with the realization that she had found him. It would have hurt to see that boyish twinkle fade from his eyes had he not already broken her heart beyond repair.
As soon as he left the ring, Isabeau was pushing her way through the crowd in pursuit. It had not been easy tracking him down this time and she was not about to let him evade her again. No, the knight knew it was now or never.
