Recap:

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.

Alfred immediately stopped at this news, surprising him. He was filled with curiosity about the dragon's human form, and then got a bad feeling that in the end he might have to kill a human. Shaking the new feelings off, Alfred continued to slash at the dragon. They were getting closer to the wall now, only a few feet away.

Once again, Arthur moved quickly out of the way being light on his feet and growling at both the man and his opponent. Opening his wings, Arthur wanted to appear bigger than he actually was. He knew that flying would be futile for the arena was a mere larger version of his previous cage. Opening his mouth, the dragon began charging a white/blue shot of fire. "Remember that all dragons have a certain number of fire-shots, this one going up to six."

"Ah!" Alfred gasped and saw his chance. When the dragon charged for fire-shots, it was left vulnerable for a short period of time! Alfred held his shield tighter in front of him as he took the risk and swung his sword at the dragon.

Feeling some ripping on his neck, Arthur immediately closed his mouth and stopped charging. He had let out a pained yelp, shaking his head in an attempt to get the pain away. The creature snapped his head to the human as he was now glaring daggers at his opponent. The crowd had given a loud cheer, causing him to snarl in anger. Arthur bared his fangs before using one hand to try and slash the human despite his shield.

Alfred wasn't as quick as the dragon was known to be when avoiding attacks, so before he could move out of the way his shield and arm were scratched with the dragon's sharp claws. Pain shot up through his arm but chose to ignore it. Adrenaline was pumping through him now, the fear almost completely gone. No second later did Alfred attack the dragon once more.

Arthur gave a smirk as he began chuckling in an almost roar; he had hit his target. In a moment's notice, Arthur was once again slashed by the bloody sword in the human's hand. The dragon gave out a loud screech of pain as the stinging feeling came now onto his shoulder; where the sword had cut him. The dragon began flapping his wings, lifting the upper part of his body up off the ground. His piercing eyes glared daggers at the human; if only those bloody weapons were out of his hands, then would he have an advantage.

Watching the dragon rise into the air, Alfred saw that he had the upper-hand. 'Now it's trying to run,' Alfred thought, 'I just have to keep trying to hit it and eventually I'll beat it!' Alfred was a little tired now, but it didn't stop him from running up to the dragon and proceeding to attack the golden creature. Its glares never fazed him in the least.

Screeching in the continuing pain, Arthur desperately looked for any opening that he could possibly sneak away to. His golden body was now becoming damaged by cuts and his own blood. The dragon began flapping his wings once more to appear larger and stronger, even if he was becoming weaker and weaker; you could almost see it in his eyes. The crowds were joyed at the sight before the man spoke up again, "Get the wings! You are sure to change it into a weaker form! If not..." He whistled, a few newer tools of ropes and nets came into the arena. "Extra weapons!"

Suddenly a feeling of regret came upon Alfred as he realized he was killing such a beautiful creature. He shook his head and replaced it with the thoughts of what he had to do. He ignored the extra weapons, for his sword was enough for him. Alfred took the man's advice and aimed now at the dragons wings. They seemed very thin and frail, so it would be easy to tear through them.

Arthur's now rage filled eyes were upon the other as he was now slowly closing in on him. Shaking his head, Arthur flapped his delicate wings in defense. He didn't care anymore if he was close to shifting, all the dragon needed now was to get at least one hit on the human once again. Opening his mouth and charging once more, Arthur got as much energy as he could to shoot fire.

At the position Alfred was in right now, there was no way he could pull the same attack as last time. He stood firmly and held his shield up, hoping it would block the attack. Alfred had remembered the pain in his arm as the blast hit him, added to the unbearable heat. After the blast had subsided, the shield had barely survived so he tossed it on the ground. His arm that had held the shield was now almost useless given that the pain was almost too much to handle.

Arthur panted a bit, tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth. Yes, he had landed one shot one the other, even if it was only a hit on his shield. The dragon gave a proud roar as he ended it with the shake of his head as well as the small flick of his tail. Snorting, Arthur moved a bit towards his opponent in an attempt to attack once more. "Come on, get at its wings!" shouted the eager crowd. They really wanted Arthur's demise.

With his only arm left, Alfred held his sword up defiantly. He had to make these last attacks count; he was getting really tired now. Alfred faked an attack and then not a second later swung his real attack at the dragon's other wing.

A shrill screech escaped Arthur's lips as soon as the sword tore into his very sensitive tissue, ripping his flesh. The dragon was already tired from fighting and all of his slashes hurt so much; now to add to that was the obvious rip in his wings. Basically downed from flying, Arthur should be considered a dead dragon because without his wings he had no escape. A small light started to emit from the dragon.