[color=1a7b30][h1][center]The Green Knight[/center][/h1][/color]
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There had only been disappointment since the Green Knights arrival to Camelot. He was aware of the difficulties that the knights of Britannia had been facing, but he had still been expecting some proud knights with life in them still. Instead he was greeted with worn faces from knights that seemed to have lost their will to fight. There only seemed to be a handful of knights left that seemed willing to hold the leaderless country together with only one of the legendary knights left from the Round Table. 

The large man had been watching from the edge of the training grounds with his mount by his side carrying all of his equipment. The knight watched as men sparred with each other while others just watched and only a few gave instruction. This Camelot was a sad excuse for a kingdom compared to the golden city that he had visited nearly a decade ago and that was how he was going to help fix the problem. The Green Knight threw his long cloak onto his mount before grabbing his shield and battle ax and striding out onto the training grounds. [color=1a7b30]"You are to soft on these men Gawain. If they cannot hold their ground on this training field how can any of them all themselves knights and soldiers of Camelot."[/color]

Lord Hautdesert hit his steel shield with the shaft on his battle ax so that the sound resounded across the field. [color=1a7b30]"Prove your worthiness as defenders of Camelot. Face me in combat and show me that you are worthy to call yourselves knights of Britannia."[/color] The knight made himself look imposing as he looked around with a large ax in one hand daring any to step forth.