Shouting to offer help, yet, Gareth stabbed the knight in his waist.
Gareth: Oh no, I’m sorry. I missed it!
Knight: What the heck are you doing?
Gareth: My-my bad. I’ll try again.
Gareth apologized to the knight profusely. Pissed, the knight turned around and raised his sword again but Gareth aimed and slashed at his back this time.
Knight: A-again! You- What side are you on? Wait, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. That’s odd?
Gareth: Wha- how could that be? Man, you have to trust me! Of course, I’m on your side. Just look at my sincere eyes.
Gareth pointed at his eyes with an innocent look. Just as the knight’s eyes met his, he abruptly clapped his hands which staggered the knight with a quiver, turning his face into an inert expression like a sculpture.
Knight: Who am I? Where am I?
Gareth: We are the good comrades who work for Prince Mordred. Look at those knights. They are all treacherous rebels. Let’s go and take them down.
Knight: O-ok. Alright, mate. Well, you rebels, prepare to die! It’s all for Prince Mordred!
Gareth’s words dawned on the knight. As he nodded towards Gareth gratefully, he then wielded his weapon and dashed for the knights elsewhere with an angry growl.
Gareth: Phew. Luckily, these guys are simple-minded. Tristan, I’ve thrown a lot of knights off balance with the same technique and made them fight against each other on my way here. But the effect won’t last long. Let’s go and meet Arthur before the hypnosis wears off.
Gareth helped Tristan up. Together they left the chaotic battlefield while protecting Galahad and Guinevere.