The two warriors headed for each other, aiming for the vital organ of the human's body; the heart. But Arthur wore an armor, gifted by the King, and they knew it was no where match for the silk armor the female German wore. The victory was sure in Kirkland's hands...
Or was it not?
When the two finally collided, Julchen's long sword couldn't stab his heart, as expected.
But it did break through the shining golden armor. Arthur was shocked. At that moment, their eyes met. This woman was not just a woman. She was a true warrior, a brave soldier. A soldier that was willing to die for her country.
For first time of his 30 years of life, Arthur felt a chill throughout his body. But he did not back down.
The two of lions focused only on each other, ignoring the others around them. They shouted at each other, their swords hit and collided. None of them were going to give up. As if the spotlights were only on them. It was like a battle royale. If only there was a background music to accompany this scene, it would have been perfect.
However, the season was Autumn. A sudden wind blew stronger than before, and the clouds turned dark. Those who still survived looked up, and looked at the direction where the storm was coming.
Yes, the storm was coming.
"Arthur!" Shouted one of the British soldier. "We have to get going! A storm is coming, we cannot risk our lives dying in a storm!"
Unfortunately, Arthur ignored.
"Julchen!" Shouted one of the German soldier. "Hurry! If we don't flee, we'll be trapped within the storm!"
Sadly, Julchen ignored.
The other soldiers were leaving little by little with the thought of the storm. They could sense that this storm was a strong one, and to die because of a storm instead of a war was shameful for both side. They each took everything they had, including their prisoners, and left the dead behind.
But Arthur and Julchen weren't dead, yet they stayed on the battlefield. On their horses, they fought only each other.
"If you don't hurry, Princess, they'll be worried about you." Arthur taunted, coming up with nicknames to call his rival. The injury he had received did not stop him from swinging his sword. In fact, he enjoyed it.
"Oh, shut up your mouth, Brit." Julchen replied with a smirk on her face. "I think you're the one who is scared here."
They could hear the storm coming closer, yet they stayed on their ground and continued their battle.
"I'm surprised that came out from the mouth of a girl!" Arthur laughed.
"I am not a girl, I am a woman! Fighting against cowards like you!" She jumped, hoping to hit her sword onto his blond head.
"I ain't no coward!" He dashed behind, blocking her attacks with his sword.
Julchen jumped back, catching her breath. "Oh you're not? Then why I can see fear in your eyes? Does the little boy miss his home?"
Arthur snapped. His smirk turned to a bitter frown. How dare anyone make fun of Arthur Kirkland. How dare she!
Before Arthur could charge towards her, the storm hit them both merciless.
"Agh!" Arthur screamed, his eyes were blocked by the sand flying within the strong wind, and it was the same for the female albino. They both tried hard to balance themselves, to lock their feet onto the ground, but it only took minutes for the storm to throw them back, flying within it.
It was the cruel storm of Autumn.
The two proud warriors of England and Germany, in the end lost to the cruel storm of Autumn.