#headcanon oliveander is the best archer in the world

[allen-arthur]

47 2p England x 2p America

47 - Meeting at a festival (I chose to have them meet at a week long renaissance fair. Some week long festivals have activities such as assassinations ;)

Cheers exploded from the inside of a tavern - light from the fireplace pouring outside from the open doors and windows. A crowd of villagers gathering around while tossing golden coins into the center of a betting pool.

Two armored men sat in the middle - hands clasped together as elbows rested on the table while eyes locked in a deadly stare down. When the bell was struck, muscles clenched while the two knights pushed against each other with all of their might. Soon enough a slam was heard and the crowd cheered again. Allen let out a laugh as he pinned Alfred’s arm to the table once more. Soon letting go to grab his mug of ale and chug the last bit of liquid hiding at the bottom.

“Another good round my dear brother but alas it seems I still have the upper hand on you. “ Sir Allen handed his mug off to one of the taverns workers as he was handed his reward for winning in return. The blonde knight across from him just laughed as well, also getting his portion of winnings and leaning back in the wooden chair nursing his own mug of ale. “Sir Allen one day I will best you in these competitions and then you will see who is better fitted to be the captain of the guards around here.” Alfred turned to the side to get a better look outside. “It is getting late my good sir, I have few rounds in the morning so I must bid you a goodnight for now. Don’t stay up to late brother - who knows what you’ll find lurking out there in the dark.”

Alfred moved to stand, shaking Allen’s hand before donning his helmet and making his way past the crowd and outside the tavern. With a wave to some of the crowd members, Allen began fixing his armor and putting the gold coins into a pouch before walking outside into the cool night air.

Slowly the red knight began his way down the dirt paths of the village. Waving to those finishing up their nightly rounds and making sure everything was orderly. The further Allen walked the quieter it became around him as more villagers turned in for the night.

Before Allen even had a second to think the knight stumbled forward when something slammed into the back of his head, sending him right to the ground with a loud yelp. Face smacking into the dirt ground with a grunt. Quickly pushing himself up, Allen started cussing when he noticed blood running down his nose - his hands moving up to try and stop the flow. “Oh! By the queen's grace I'm so sorry!” Out of the corner of Allen’s vision he noticed a small male sliding down a rope from the side of a building and running over. Dressed in light tan leathers with hints of pink and blue fabric. The man ran over and quickly pulled Allen’s hand’s from his face while ripping a pink cloth from his outfit, using it to cover Allen’s nose and stop the blood from running down his face. “I'm so sorry I didn’t mean to make you trip and fall - I was aiming for your back I promise love.” Allen looked up to the person helping him, the male was much smaller then himself - blonde/pinkish hair pinned back with some bobby pins. Freckles dotted all over his face and down the sides of his neck. Allen’s eyes widened when he noticed the quiver full of rubber arrows on his back and the bow slung over his shoulder - finally figuring out he was shot in the back of the head. “Ah, its all good I guess uh - what is your name?” Allen gasped out, trying to breath through his mouth and talk at the same time. “Oh! Pardon me where are my manners. My name is Oliveander, or Oliver for short. I hope you aren’t too upset - look here let’s get you to one of the medical tents around here. Again I'm so sorry I was just trying to aim for your back and get your attention.” Oliver reached one hand down to Allen’s arm to pull off a golden cloth that was tied around the armor. “You see, I was assigned to target you tonight in the assassin rounds. However I didn’t mean to cause you any actual pain.” Allen let out a small laugh at that. Slowly standing with Oliver’s help while keeping the cloth on his nose. “It’s fine Oliver, I knew what I was getting into when I signed up to play tonight but I guess I didn’t expect to be the target of a swift archer such as yourself.” He let Oliver lead him down the road - soon enough they came to one of the many white tents located around the grounds. Allen sat down and let some of the volunteers look at his nose.

After a couple of minutes his nose was fixed and most of the blood cleaned from his face. He thanked the volunteers and moved back out of the tent to where Oliver was standing looking nervous. Allen moved to hand Oliver back the pink cloth he used before. “Sorry I have to give this back with blood on it, but thank you I really appreciate it.” Oliver took it back with a smile. “Oh it’s okay! Again I'm so sorry for causing you this much trouble.” The smaller male looked at the cloth for a second before a smile spread on his face, moving to pull off one of the many blue pieces before standing next to Allen and tying it on a piece of the knight’s armor where the golden cloth had been. “Well, I hope you don’t mind dear knight but I would like to offer you a sincere apology by inviting you to my tent tomorrow around lunch time so I can buy you lunch. It’s not often I get to meet someone as interesting as you at renaissance fair.” Allen raised an eyebrow at this, looking at Oliver for a second before allowing a smile to grace his features. “I would be honored to accompany you for lunch tomorrow Oliver.” Allen moved to grab the other’s hand and bring it up to his lips with a wink. “My name is Sir Allen, captain of the queen’s guard - I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Oliver.”