Camelot looked triumphant.

It was a strange thrill, seeing his opponent struggle, fall to one knee. He straightened himself up, looking at Benitoite as the Nega called for back up. He knew that name, Painite, a little too well.

He growled.

"This is my victory, Negaverse soldier," he said, standing tall and strong. He kept his eyes level, his gaze cold. If he let himself feel the regrets chewing at the back of his mind he would do undermine anything, if there was something, he was trying to accomplish. He was here for Shalott. He was doing this for Kyndall.

That was all that mattered.

"If I see you near my fellow knights again, I will not be so merciful." Both knew which knight he meant, specifically. He turned and ran, though, just as a powerful Chaotic energy appeared on the battlefield they had chosen. She saw the knight running off and almost gave chase, but turned to Benitoite instead to help.

They would talk about things later. Right now, he clearly needed medical attention, and she would get it for him.