Merlin's Decision

The roots, which gathered into an arm, reached Arthur in an instant. With a grin, Arthur met the punch with one of his own. The force of collision made the druids retreat.

"What's your name, druid?" Arthur asked with a smile.

"Merlin." The druids frowned and answered. Arthur nodded as he deflected the attack away.

"Merlin, I'll give you an offer. I can save your tribe, but only if you defeat me."

"What if I lose?" Merlin hesitated, his willpower wavering.

"You can all wither away as you cry about it." Arthur grinned, and Merlin gnashed his teeth in hatred.

"Merlin, step down!" Vena shouted, but the druid didn't listen.

"You asked for it, human." Merlin roared and clapped his hands, making roots explode from the ground and layer around his body.

"Fascinating," Arthur muttered as the small druid turned into a giant in an instant. Merlin couldn't be seen anymore, and all that was left was a giant of green roots.