Lionel sat on a bench facing a display of a battle near Rome hundreds of years ago. It spoke of a man who killed many but not a single wound befell the man. His name was Galahad and many spoke him as a hero but others a murderer. Of course Lionel knew very well who that man was. It was himself and he remembered his missions to infiltrate and kill all. He remembered it all and he remembered fighting in Scotland killing off hundreds with the very sword that lay under his coat. Of course that was war but many thought of it not that way. Lionel earned many medals in his time and he didn't keep a single one and he never would guilt was too strong in him to see the honor in killing but he had to and he could not change that. "Oh well" Lionel said and layed his head back thinking of every battle of every war he had ever been in.


The Lost Knight is always ready for battle