Feb 22
@merthurmicrofic prompt shield (111 words)
canon era | screen to fic | Merlin POV | physical comedy
—Body! Shield! Body! Shield! Head!
Arthur was yelling to warn him about every blow. Despite that, Merlin felt as if he were being hit from all sides at once.
The modest armour—breastplate and voiders—was meant to protect him, but it was so tight he could barely move his shoulders. The black shield with Pendragon crest on it sent violent vibrations down to his bones after every blow. The sword felt like a useless stick in his untrained hands.
His helmet’s rusted visor greatly shortened the view. Yet he could still see Arthur’s nasty face. The prat was clearly going to run him to death…
Is destiny always that unjust?