Greed

SIR KAY, LOYAL KNIGHT OF CAMELYARDE :

Keep a distance, Mordred.

                   

MORDRED FITZROY, KING'S BASTARD :

I have come to claim what is mine, Father.

                   

ARTHUR, KING OF THE BRITONS :

Show yourself.

I cannot give you the land...

...only my love.

MORDRED FITZROY, KING'S BASTARD :

That's the only thing of yours I don't want.

The Quest Knights have failed.

They're all Dead.

You are Dead, too.

I shall come back and take Camelot by force.

"No weapon forged by Man will harm you whilst you wear this armor." 

Exotic Antediluvian Magickal Alien Sword? 

No protection whatsoever.