--==Royal Knights of the Round Table==--

I

Crash, clash, clang! The sound of sword on sword resounded around the open air training yard. Sir Lancelot and Sir Galehaut were sparing and sparks were flying. Peter watched in amazement as the two knights danced round the yard, slashing it each other with such intensity anyone would have thought them mortal enemies but they were in fact best friends.

Sir Lancelot was the strongest of Royal Knights of the Round Table, an Omegamon stronger then most of his kind and that was saying something, he was tall and slim but with wide shoulders and large yellow claws on his feet. His entire body was concealed in white Digizoid armor, apart from his arms which were covered in black leather, his hands were concealed in armor that resemble the heads of the two great Metal Warriors, on his left hand the orange tri-horned WarGreymon and on his right the blue wolf MetalGarurumon. Over his shoulders he wore a white cape that reached almost to the floor.

Sir Galehaut was a Sleipmon, not as strong as Lancelot but with staggering defensive power, his tactics in battle were to stand his ground until the enemy wore himself thin on the shield which he held in his right hand. He resembled a centaur with six legs and golden wings like a stags antlers. His body was clad in red Digizoid armor, gold spikes were attached to his six hoofs and his blue tail streamed out behind his like mist.

From the side lines Queen Guinevere watched the battle with interest. She was a Bastemon, a catlike Digimon with black fur and two tails, her expensive jewelry shone in the sunlight.

On the other side of the yard Peter, a young Angemon who wished to be knight himself one day, watched with an open mouth as the two Royal Knights continued to fight.
"I'd close that mouth before something flies into it if I were you," said a voice beside him, Peter looked up, it was Sir Gawain, a Dukemon who wore silver armour with red and gold marking and a long crimson cape, a Virus Digimon although you would never have known it.
"S- Sir Gawain," stammered Peter, "are you here for me?" Sir Gawain had taken it upon himself to train Peter in the ways of a knight, even if the King refused to have him in his ranks.
Gawain nodded, "I have a task for you."
"What kind task?" asked Peter.
"A town on the edge of our kingdom is under threat from a group of bandits, Sir Lamorak and Dane Percival are going to their aid, I want you to go with them."