With a grim countenance, Sen watched the bustling knights work as they barricaded the cave entrance and prepared for the incoming enemy invasion. If there was one in the first place that is. Fifteen minutes had already passed and the scouts he had sent out had reported nothing of importance out in the forests beyond. Perhaps it was a false alarm? The table knight sighed and hoped that was the case, but as of now, he had no choice but to stand vigil until a definite proof was found that they were not being attacked.
While the Knight commander pondered his thoughts, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a pair of knights heading his way, holding a limp form of an unconscious young man between the two of them. Sen's troubled eyes then widened in surprised as he recognized the bleeding man as Jake and immediately rushed over to the knights.
The armored men came to an abrupt stop as they unexpectedly saw their superior heading towards with great speed and stood at attention as he came to a stop before them.
"Who did this?"
The two men were blinked in surprised as they heard an unexpected question. Normally one would think that they would be asked, 'who is this?' Not 'who did this.' Unsure of how to answer, the two knights looked at each other for a moment and one of them turned to answer his commanding officer.
"We did ser."
"Who ordered you?"
"Knight Captain Fredrick, Ser."
Sen's hand shook as he resisted the urge to face-palm.
"I...I see...Fredrick hmm?"
Fredrick Peachlan Dickinson. A knight that was well known among the order as a major kiss-up and, for the better lack of the word, an idiot. It was no small wonder that Fredrick was the one to leave his friends in such a state. But then again, he himself was also at fault for not alerting the knights of the arrival of guests.... Sen paled.
'...Shit.'
"The two of you!"
The men immediately strengthened their slackened salute.
"Ser!"
"I need you men to immediately take this young man to the infirmary and have the knight doctor to heal his wounds."
The knights opened their eyes in surprise as they heard something unbelievable. Was Ser Mordred, a man known for his brutal hatred for the league, asking them to take an enemy spy to the infirmary? The contrast between the personalities of the man that stood before them right now and the man that stood in the battlefield with them boggled their mind.
One of the trained men immediately opened his mouth to question his commander. "B-but ser! This boy is an enemy spy! And you're asking us to take him to the infirmary?!" His colleague also tightened his grip on their prisoner, agreeing with his fellow knight's words.
Sen shook his head in exasperation, trying to conceal his growing frustration at the situation.
"The two of you are mistaken, this young man." The knight commander gestured at the injured trainer for emphasis. "Is not an enemy spy, but a guest of the order. He also happens to be my guest, so I suggest you treat him with the utmost respect."
This time, it was the knight's turn to pale. They had just knocked out a guest of one of the most merciless knight within the order and the table knight certainly did not look happy with the fact that his companion was not in great shape.
"Now, you said that knight Fredrick was the one who ordered you to do this right?"
The two knights gulped at Sen's overly-pleasant voice and nodded eagerly, trying desperately to stave off their share of the blame.
"Then tell to come meet me up here. Immediately. I don't care what he is doing right now, just tell him it is of urgent matter and of course, the two of you will do this after you've dropped off my guest in the infirmary, understood?"
Again, the two knights quickly shook their heads in fear, gave a trembling salute, and rushed off to do their orders - anxious to leave the crushing presence of their commanding officer.
Sen gave a whisper of a sigh as he tried to calm himself and snapped his fingers. Almost immediately after, the sound of a whistling wind was heard and a moderately armored man, garbed in a more plain version of Sen's own attire, materialized behind the Table Knight in a flash of black.
A shadowy whisper was heard behind the enigmatic mask of the new arrival.
"Your orders?"
Mordred's eyes hardened.
"Take a few from your squad and protect my companions from any harm and lead them to me, you should who they are by now."
The dark clad man nodded
"As you command."
He then disappeared from his spot as if he wasn't there in the first place. Sen closed his eyes with another sigh as he let his persona's mask slip off his face and drew his face up into a complicated expression after a brief moments rest.
'To think I would end up using them again.....Damnit.'
~...~
Doctor Fujimoto Katsuda raised his head as he heard a commotion outside of his office door and put down his glasses as he stood up to see what the noise was all about. Quickly grabbing an unblemished lab coat from a coat hanger standing by the door, the elder grabbed the brass knob and turned it to open the rusty door.
Upon opening his rather outdated door, the doctor saw an interesting sight of two haggard looking knights arguing with his cute assistant nurse. Amused, the medically experienced senior moved to intervene in the argument when he saw an injured young man bleeding profusely from his head.
Immediately ridding himself of his jovial mood, the old man rushed quickly rushed to the young mans side, pushing the two knights aside as he ran towards the infirmary bed, and bent his body over the prone boy and checked the trainer's wounds.
"Laura!" The old man's gruff voice resounded within the white room and the argument between the nurse and the knights died down at the doctor's commanding tone.
"Y-yes doctor?"
"Get my belt."
"...Pardon?"
The doctor sighed.
"My Pokeballs Laura, my Pokeballs."
"O-oh, of course doctor right away."
As the stammering nurse ran off to get the doctor's Pokemon, Fujimoto turned his head to look at the knights sternly.
"Just how in the world did this young man get such an injury?"
The knights looked at each other nervously and one of them finally turned to speak to the intimidating man.
"Well uh, that is, we..."
"Doctor! Here you go."
The elder man turned to look at the rushing nurse who ran towards him with a leather belt lined with the slick form of several pokeballs.
"Ah, thank you Laura." The doctor then deftly picked out a pokeball from his belt and sent out the Pokemon within with a flash of bright white fire.
Twirling her white dress upon her release, the humanoid Pokemon let out a melodic cry and the psychic type turned to face her master.
"Myradona, use Heal Pulse on the young man."
The Gardevoir nodded at her trainers request and turned to face the prone figure of Jake. She then closed her eyes in concentration as purple energy surrounded her body and after a few seconds of tense waiting the Pokemon opened her eyes and poured out the energy within her unto the young man.