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A KNIGHT OUT

In the heart of London, amidst the foggy streets and swirling mysteries, there existed an unlikely duo of detectives: Arthur Pendragon and Circe Holmes. Arthur, of Camelot is a seasoned detective with a mysterious past. Known for his keen intellect and unwavering determination, Arthur is dedicated to solving even the most challenging cases. Despite his stoic exterior, he harbors a deep sense of justice and a fierce loyalty to those he cares about. With his trusty revolver at his side and a steely resolve, Arthur navigates the gritty underworld of the city, unraveling mysteries and facing danger head-on. But beneath his tough exterior lies a haunted soul, haunted by past traumas and secrets that threaten to consume him. As he delves deeper into the dark underbelly of the city, Arthur must confront his own demons while striving to bring justice to those who need it most. Detective Circe Holmes, made for an unconventional yet formidable team. While Arthur relied on his charm and wit, Circe preferred a more traditional approach. Despite their differing methods, the two detectives complemented each other perfectly, their strengths and weaknesses balancing out to form a dynamic partnership. Circe, reluctant to wield weapons such as Excalibur and other magical artifacts in Arthur's possession, placed her trust instead in her own skills and intuition. She was a woman of logic and reason, skeptical of anything she couldn't explain with facts and evidence. Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of the mysteries that surrounded Arthur's magical artifacts, and reluctantly, she found herself drawn into their world of enchantment and danger. Together, Arthur and Circe tackled cases with a tenacity and determination that bordered on obsession.They stopped at nothing until the truth was uncovered, following leads and unraveling clues with the precision of a well-oiled machine. And while Arthur's charm often smoothed their path, it was Circe's keen eye for detail that brought their investigations to a successful conclusion.Despite their differences, Arthur and Circe shared a deep respect and admiration for one another. They had each inherited the legacy of their ancestors, and in their own way, they sought to honor that legacy with every case they solved and every mystery they unraveled.So, if ever you find yourself in need of a detective duo like no other, look no further than Arthur Pendragon and Circe Holmes.

Nuke_Town · Urban
Not enough ratings
13 Chs

A Knight at The Pub

Night 1:

The dimly lit bar echoed with the low hum of chatter and the clinking of glasses as Arthur and Circe made their way inside. Circe's eyes scanned the room, her expression steely as she surveyed their surroundings.

"This is the place," she murmured to Arthur, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur nodded, his gaze sweeping over the patrons as he approached the bar. He leaned in close to the bartender, speaking in hushed tones. "Where can I get some essence?" he inquired, his words laced with urgency.

The bartender's eyes flicked towards a shadowy figure seated in the corner of the room, a silent signal passing between them. Arthur followed the bartender's gaze, his senses on high alert as the figure rose from his seat, a glint of menace in his eyes.

Before Arthur could react, the man strode towards him, a gun gleaming in his hand. The atmosphere in the bar shifted, tension crackling in the air as patrons glanced nervously at the unfolding scene.

Circe tensed beside Arthur, her hand hovering near her side, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Arthur's demeanor remained unchanged, his expression one of cool indifference as he lit a cigarette and took a leisurely puff. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on the man approaching him with the gun.

Without missing a beat, Arthur turned to the bartender, his tone casual as he ordered a whiskey. The man with the gun bristled with hostility, clearly intent on intimidating Arthur into leaving.

As the tension in the bar reached a boiling point, the bartender's instincts kicked in, and he moved swiftly to defuse the situation. With a firm hand, he placed himself between Arthur and the armed man, his voice firm as he attempted to reason with the aggressor.

But the man's crude insults continued to fill the air, stoking the flames of conflict. Circe could feel her anger rising, her muscles tensing as she prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Her fingers brushed against the familiar weight of her Kimber 1911's holstered at her side, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Before Circe could react, Arthur's calm voice sliced through the tension like a knife. His words hung in the air, commanding attention as he addressed the man with unwavering resolve.

"I'm looking for this drug you sell," Arthur stated matter-of-factly, his gaze steady and unwavering. "In fact, I'm looking for your boss. The Devil."

The weight of Arthur's words seemed to hang in the air, casting a pall over the room as the gravity of the situation became clear. Circe braced herself for what was to come, her senses on high alert as the man's response echoed through the tense silence.

The man's laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, as he raised his gun with a menacing glint in his eye. With a flick of his wrist, he fired a shot that shattered the fragile peace of the bar, setting off a chain reaction of chaos and violence.

In the blink of an eye, the room erupted into a frenzied melee, the crack of gunfire mingling with the shouts and cries of the terrified patrons. Circe moved with lightning speed, her pistols blazing as she returned fire with deadly accuracy.

Arthur, too, sprang into action, his movements precise and calculated as he wielded his blade with lethal efficiency. With each swing, he struck down his adversaries with ruthless precision, his movements fluid and graceful amidst the chaos.

The drug dealer fought back ferociously, his gun blazing as he desperately sought to defend himself against the relentless onslaught. But Arthur and Circe proved to be formidable opponents, their skill and determination unmatched as they pressed their advantage.

In the end, it was Arthur who delivered the final blow, his blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy as he struck down the drug dealer with a single, decisive strike. With a gasp, the man fell to the ground, his lifeblood staining the floor as the last vestiges of resistance faded away.

As the dust settled, Arthur and Circe stood amidst the wreckage of the bar, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they surveyed the scene of carnage around them. The bartender, shaken but unharmed, emerged from his hiding place, his expression a mixture of relief and disbelief as he surveyed the aftermath of the brutal confrontation.

Together, Arthur and Circe took stock of their surroundings, their minds already turning to the next phase of their investigation. But as they prepared to leave the shattered remains of the bar behind them, they knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty.

With the chaos of the pub brawl behind them, Circe's sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit interior, searching for any sign of the elusive drug they sought. Amidst the overturned tables and scattered debris, she spotted a stack of papers tucked beneath the bar.

Quickly moving towards it, Circe's fingers deftly sifted through the documents until she found what she was looking for: shipping addresses. With a sense of urgency, she carefully folded the paper and tucked it into her pocket, knowing it could prove invaluable in their quest to track down the source of the Essence.

Turning to Arthur, Circe nodded, her expression resolute. "We've got what we need. Let's call it a night."

With their mission accomplished for the evening, the duo made their way out of the bar, the cool night air a welcome relief after the intensity of their encounter. As they disappeared into the darkness, Circe couldn't shake the feeling that they were closing in on their target, one step at a time.