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Гарет и ричард убиваются друг об друга.

Then, the Lion King bestowed "Gifts" upon the Knights stained by their comrades' blood.
Tristan received the Gift of "Inversion," for she saw his fingers were completely frozen from despair.
Gawain received the Gift of "Everlight," for he wanted to maximize his usefulness.
Mordred received the Gift of "Rampage." It wasn't asked for, but it was given.
Gareth received the Gift of "Impurity," for she wished to avoid being defiled any further.
Lancelot received the Gift of "Ferocity," for he vowed to ascertain the situation as a person, without martyring himself for justice.
And, Agravain received the Gift of "Needlessness," for he had declared before all that he had no need for a Gift from the Lion King.

The Lion King and her Knights marched into the Holy Land controlled by the False Crusaders.
Though the False Crusaders were no match for them, the Servant calling himself Richard I was demonically strong.
"Even the Knights of the Round Table can't possibly defeat this devil without loss. A sacrifice of two... no, three of our own will be necessary."
As Gawain made that judgment, a single Knight charged forward, restraining Richard at the cost of skewering her own chest.
It was Gareth.
Gareth's heart had long since shattered to pieces over the course of their many battles.
Killing her beloved comrades.
Killing knights, false though they may be.
Killing the people of the Holy Land, day in and day out.
Mummy-like bags had appeared under her eyes, and her lily-white fingers that had once been more beautiful than anyone's were unrecognizably blackened from the washing she performed after combat.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Even though I chose this."
"I can't bear it any longer. I can't fight any more. Please. Please."
"I'm a fool. Please, punish me."

It was the perfect opportunity to kill the enemy leader.
Lancelot froze. He understood Gareth's feelings, but was hesitant to once more do the deed.
Mordred raged. She had tried to stop her, saying they could win without making such sacrifices.
Agravain quietly placed his hand on the sword hanging at his side. He understood what must be done.
However. The one who swung his sword and dealt the mortal blow was Gawain.
Along with the last remnants of his heart, he bid farewell to his little sister.