Character/s: Gwaine, Leon
Summary: Gwaine and Leon regroup after an attack.
Warnings: Post-battle scene, non-graphic mention of dead bodies, mention of blood
Word Count: 225
Prompt: #408 - Random Tags at AO3 - Murder Husbands
Author's Notes: n/a
Gwaine staggered forward, letting his sword point fall to the ground.
The attack had been surprisingly swift. Bandits were usually careless, loud and clumsy, incapable of mounting any real ambush. Whoever led these men was smarter - if these attacks kept happening, it could be a real concern.
He looked across the clearing at Leon.
Leon pulled his sword from the chest of the dead man laid at his feet. Blood splattered his tunic but none of it seemed to be his. Gwaine knew there was nothing to be concerned about. He could see the ferocity coursing through Leon that only emerged in battle. He was Arthur's second-in-command for a reason.
He was a force to fight alongside.
Gwaine walked through their camp, counting fallen bodies as he passed. The one at Leon's feet put the total to six, three each, an easy order if they hadn't been caught off guard.
"We have to report this to Arthur," Leon said, still breathing heavy from the fight.
Gwaine reached for Leon, feeling a heavy arm wrap around his waist.
"When do we ride out?" he asked.
Leon's head fell against his. "As soon as we can."
Gwaine tilted his head to grab a kiss, heavy and firm, the remnants of battle being pushed into the touch. He grinned and nipped at Leon's lip.
"I'll ready the horses."