Alfred flinched at this new light. 'Oh, it must be transforming...' he thought to himself and the curiosity from before came back. He took a few steps to the now smaller mass, smaller than he had expected at least.

Cursing his luck as the light diminished, Arthur's human form appeared; it being much like his actual dragon form. What was left by the light was now a snarling human with messy blond hair and still glaring emerald eyes. A blanket was covering his naked form as he sat there; torn wings still there only in a smaller form, as well as a flickering tail.

Alfred couldn't help but stare. 'How could something that had been so huge and dangerous turn into something so small and defenseless?' He wondered. Then the goal returned to him, he had to kill the dragon... but... Alfred couldn't kill a human so tiny. The former dragon looked almost like a child.

The newly changed Arthur sat there in his spot, too weak to get up from where he was. Still growling as he did in dragon form, Arthur kept a glare on the human, not understanding why he was just doting there in his spot. "What is it, human? You already won this battle. Without my wings, I am virtually useless. Kill me already; that was the point of this match. My slaughter," Arthur stated in a somewhat cold voice.

Hesitant, Alfred's hand was still tightly wrapped around the hilt of his blade but made no move to attack. "I... I can't... I can't kill another human, even if they deserve to die." Alfred muttered, looking away and dropping his sword to the ground.

Arthur's eyes widened at the act. The human was showing him mercy? A tad bit confused, Arthur watched the weapon fall to the ground with a clinging noise. "But I am not another human. I am far different from your kind. Why show me mercy?" Arthur asked. Sure, what the human had said about him deserving to die most likely wasn't true, but why had the other stopped? He could feel the stares of the entire arena on the two of them.

Opening his mouth, about to speak, Alfred was interrupted by the audience's shouts of anger. They really wanted to slay this dragon, not showing the compassion the Alfred had. The man that had given him all the advice to weaken the dragon yelled, "Come on man, kill the dragon!" There were shouts similar, the people's entertainment ruined.

"Just kill me you idiot! If you don't kill me now, the other humans will. I could at least hope that my death went to someone who was worthy of killing me instead of a few dirty peasants." Arthur grumbled. He slightly shifted so his wings could cover him a bit more.

Alfred said no more as he grabbed the smaller creature, blanket and all, and ran for the exit. Gasps and shouts could be heard throughout the arena, the people not being particularly happy about this turn of events. Reaching the exit, the two now had bigger problems to face then the numerous guards chasing them; the archers.

"Wh-What are you doing, human?" Arthur stuttered in shock. He clung to Alfred, half afraid of his life, half afraid to fall. The chances, he knew, of being hit by an arrow were too high for comfort.

"I'm saving you, duh." Alfred said bluntly. "That's what a knight is supposed to do." He added with a bit of a smirk. Dodging another arrow he made his way through the open doors and to the outside world. Arthur's face lit up as he was shown the freedom he once had, but saddened at the fact that freedom might still be a while away.

The village's peasants stared as Alfred ran down the streets with the bundle, a few shouting at his recklessness. They became a tad bit more upset as the king's guards ran after them on their tails. After a few more turns, jumps, and tumbling, Alfred could finally see the boundary walls of the village. No one ever dared to leave the village, the outside world being unknown.

Arthur had been a fact, when he, a creature known only in legends, swooped into the village weaving havoc and chaos. That was when he had been captured, a net trap being thrown at his and then the villagers beating him until he was unconscious. Next morning he had awoke to the bars of the prison cage and the faces of the weak challengers.

"How are we going to get through that barrier you humans crafted?" Arthur asked, roughly pulling Alfred's hair in defiance. "I don't want to slam into a wall!"

Alfred was now beginning to get a little aggravated with all of the dragon-man's nagging and complaining. "Don't worry," he muttered, "I have a plan, you know."

The moment they reached the wall, everything had happened in a flash. A crate that was set up against the wall had provided footing as Alfred catapulted over the wall. They hit the ground hard, the fall being soft for Arthur because Alfred had cushioned the fall.

Groaning, Alfred rolled over onto his stomach, pushing Arthur off. Arthur yelped and held the blanket around him as he landed in the dirt. "That was incredibly risky, you stupid human!" Arthur shouted, whacking him in the head with his tiny tail.

"We got over it, didn't we?" Alfred retorted, flicking him in the head. Before they could get into yet another bloodthirsty fight, Alfred did a double take on his surroundings. As a young child, Alfred had been told stories of the outside world. They all told of horrifying tales with fires and disease, where the sky is grey and the air is dead. What he witnessed was completely different.

Beneath him grew a very green grass, and in front of him were a few feet of moss before it gave away to a dark green forest. The sky was a baby blue, and the air was sweet and warm. Never before had Alfred seen anything greener, except for the green in Arthur's eyes. Looking to Arthur, his weak and beautiful state, Alfred thought that he almost were a part of the forest himself.

Arthur had stood up now; the cloth still wrapped around him protectively, and was beginning to walk away into the forest. Jumping up, despite his injuries, Alfred trailed behind him. With a flick of his tail, Arthur turned back around to face the knight. "What's the matter? You're dog house is back over there." He spat.

"Hey, I can't go back there. Do you know what they'll do to me now that I screwed up their entertainment?" He snapped back. "They'll probably execute me the most painful way possible!"

Only for a moment was Arthur quiet, contemplating his next decision. "Hm… Alright. But you better not be annoying or else I'll…" He started but then remembered once again his current state. Alfred smirked at his dilemma and walked past him to the forest.