The chants of excited crowds came from outside of his cage. Arthur growled, shaking his wings and getting up from his sleep. These people were ready to see a fight between a dragon and some strange knight; this was some sort of entertainment for them. A knight slaying a dragon more specifically and he were to be killed. Knowing that the humans enjoyed this strange sport from the sounds of cheering, Arthur waited for his cage to be opened. This arena was used for that one purpose, Arthur roared, hoping to intimidate his mystery opponent.

Alfred stood his ground against the dragons intimidating roar. His sword was already drawn along with his shield on his other arm. He was determined to defeat this huge creature, despite its size ferocity. Never before had he encountered a dragon, so this would be his first and hopefully not his last. Alfred took a few more steps closer to the dragon's cage, but still at a safe distance.

The men in charge of the large battle between Arthur and the unknown human looked down and into the arena. The apparent head of them spoke up, stating something about the honor and glory that comes with defeating a creature as rare as Arthur. To the humans, his breed was a rarity. The dragon snorted at the idea, knowing that this "sport" was just meaningless slaughter. He began rattling in the cage, breathing fire onto the bars, meaning to almost say, "I am prepared for anything, human!"

As the cage was slowly opened, Alfred took a gulp. The possibility of him getting killed by this dragon was very, very high. Of course, that didn't deter his confidence. He was dead set on killing this dragon, no matter what. He readied his sword, thinking of weaknesses and soft spots that this dragon had. It obviously could breathe fire, so that was a danger...

Revealing the creature within the cage, Arthur was actually smaller than expected. Not being too humongous nor small, Arthur was long in length and no more in the shoulder height of that of a horse. His gleaming body was covered in golden scales that shone in the light and piercing green eyes that were locked on his target. Opening his wings, the dragon let out another roar to the sky as he glared at the audience watching. They awed at the sight as a man explained that he was more than a sight to behold.

For a split second Alfred had wondered, 'If this dragon is let out often for battles then why hasn't it tried to fly away? Can it not fly, even though it has wings?'. The next thing on his mind was the beauty of the creature. Its shining body was almost blinding, and its eyes were like emeralds. Alfred felt that, even though he had no experience in dragons, this one was very special.

The man once again spoke up saying, "Now keep in mind of this one's rarity. A dragon like this is hard to come by. This specific breed is known for its unique ability. Magic." Hearing of his specialty, Arthur glared up at the human, roaring in anger that his talent as given away. This human must have been newer to the sport if the other man had to say that. Snapping his head at his opponent, Arthur bared his fangs and snarled while keeping in mind to show his teeth. Staying in his spot, Arthur waited in a crouching position.

Alfred heard the dragon's ability and wasn't too pleased with it. If this dragon could use magic then it could pull anything. This meant that Alfred had to be even more cautious than before. Keeping his mind off of the sharp teeth the dragon adorned, he ran closer into striking range of the beast. He swung his sword hard, hoping it hit something before he jumped back.

Being as swift as he was, Arthur moved away from the sword's swing in one, simple move. Shaking his head in pride, Arthur began to look around at the arena, making sure to observe his surroundings: the arena itself was more than large, and it even seemed to have a few items that the dragon could perch himself up on; and turn the situation around, the stadium had many bars above to prevent him from flying away. Cursing his luck, Arthur focused back on the other, glaring daggers at him. The man spoke up once again, "This rare dragon is one of the few ever seen. Not much is known of them besides their magic, extreme intelligence, swiftness, and cunning."

Alfred was disappointed that he didn't land the attack, and hearing the man rant about this dragon's abilities didn't help much. His confidence was going down slowly, being replace by the fear that he hid in the back of his mind upon entering the arena. He didn't show it though, instead he attempted to attack again.

The man saw something in the human, most likely fear. So, he decided upon telling him the main weaknesses of Arthur, "Although intelligent, this dragon breed can be very arrogant and proud of itself. Pride will be its downfall, not to mention their temper." The crowds looked towards Arthur's opponent beginning to cheer him on. The dragon was annoyed by this, but quickly dodged the other's attack before facing the man once more to roar.

Now, thanks to the help of the man, he had started to think up of a plan. With a slight smirk, Alfred lunged at the dragon once more. The two were almost at a wall, and Alfred was planning to test the dragon's patience and temper. He swung his sword once more at the other creature.

Seeing the other swing the sword from the corner of his eye, Arthur turned his body and moved out of the way quickly. The dragon was practically trotting away from the knight, flaunting the fact that the human had missed right in his face. He thought and knew that he was not arrogant and he did not have a temper. Looking up, he saw an elderly woman whisper into the man's ear as his eyes widened, "A new find! This breed of dragon, when weak, will shift into a human!" The whole arena awed in wonder of this discovery.