David vs Goliath

"GO!" One of the knights yelled.

The two fighters were standing 15 meters away from each other, far enough from the net so they wouldn't get effected by the sleeping drug, which oozed in a gas like form from the rope of the net.

Arthur stood still as the duel began, waiting to see what tricks the kid had up his sleeve.

While Yin on the other hand immediately dashed towards the royal, seemingly with no plan.

'I thought that he was smart, covering his breathing parts with his hair. However, It seems I may have been mistaken to assume that.' Arthur thought to himself as he yawned.

As Yin got within 3 meters from Arthur, he jumped into the air, and took out a poisoned stick from his back sheath, ramming it down towards Arthur.

Seeing this, Arthur simply grabbed the stick, and tossed it to the side along with Yin. His expression was nonchalant, and almost bored looking.

"Really kid? Did you not see what happened to your friend when he tried the same thing? Ha! And here I thought you actually had something planned. No, I now know your reasoning to fight me. It was obvious, you simply want to die." Arthur said loudly as he walked over to where Yin had been thrown.

Yin stabbed the poisoned stick into the ground, pushing himself onto one knee. He was bleeding from his mouth, but was looking down to the floor.

"You don't want to live in a world where your friends, and village are no longer. Your too scared of that reality. That's right, you simply want to die, and to be honest, dying in battle is quite an honorary way to go. Especially when your fighting the likes of me." Arthur ridiculed, getting louder as he walked near Yin.

"An honorary death? Scared of that reality? Ha! Don't make me laugh, you bitch. Your nothing but a loser, one who hides behind his knights and his status to get what he wants in life. You have never faced true hardship, only eating and evolving from everything everyone else gave you from birth. You have no right to speak of honor!"

Arthur stopped walking.

"You, you actually believe that? Haha... hahaha!" He broke out into a maniacal laughter, holding his face with his hand.

He was only about 8 meters from Yin, who still looked at the ground. Just as he began to walk again, Yin suddenly looked up.

'Now!'

He quickly threw a piece of rope towards Arthur. It was a quick throw, even Arthur had not anticipated it.

It flew quickly and landed on Arthurs forehead, then slid down to his nose.

"What's this?" He took the item off his face.

It was a cut piece of rope.

"A rope?..." He said, realizing where Yin had gotten the rope. However it was already too late. He had already started to feel wobbly and his vision had started to blur.

"It worked! It fucking worked!" Yin yelled as he stood up and wiped the blood off his lip.

He positioned the poisoned stick towards Arthur and threw it with precision. However, right before stabbing him, Arthur grabbed the stick, similar to how he had done so before, and broke it in half.

He shook his head before coming back to his senses.

Yin was frozen with shock.

Seeing Yin's expression, Arthur couldn't help but laugh.

"What? Did you really think that I wouldn't be accustomed to such a weak drug? Don't make me laugh brat." He said with a joking tone as he threw the sticks to the ground.

Just then, Yin noticed an ominous color radiating from the royal. Arthur was standing still, but to Yin, it felt as though Arthur's aura was slowly creeping towards him.

Soon, Arthurs aura became a dark reddish color. Yin instinctually took a few steps backwards. His body felt like it was no longer in his control. His nerves that had calmed down started to erupt again. He felt his heart beating, pumping out of his chest once again. He felt as though he could throw up all of his organs in one go at this present moment.

Finally, Arthurs aura seemingly exploded, covering all that existed, inside and outside of Yin's mind and world. It was overwhelming and infinite. Before he knew it, he had already lost consciousness.

***

When Yin eventually woke up, his blurry vision was less focused on, instead, he noticed the constant moving of what he was laying on. It seemed he was on his stomach. His vision felt as though it cleared up, but he still could see nothing but darkness. His hands and feet did not move, as if they were tied together. There were wild winds blowing constantly from all directions. He could hear people constantly screaming, the crashing of buildings, the ember of flames. He could smell the burning flesh and the smoke. It was a horrific smell, it was so distinct that he knew immediately what it was as soon as he took his first breath.

He felt like throwing up, but composed himself. Through the context of his situation, he guessed that he was most likely on horse back, riding into the village center where the knights had completed their ravage.

After a while on horse back, someone suddenly untied the cloth over his eyes. He could finally see once again. The sight in front of him utterly horrified him. Before, it all felt unreal, like a fever dream of sorts, but now, it all felt real. Pain started to kick in. His senses were instantly overloaded, and then, he finally saw it.

…

15 wooden crosses lined up in rapid succession could be seen. Tied to each cross a young child. An orphan. Some even babies. Below the crosses was a fire underneath each. The screams embodied hopelessness.

Desperation. Anguish. Gloom...

Despair.

Yin's breathing started to became heavier. He realized that he was on the back of the horse, behind a man whose hair was blonde. He could only see the mans back, but he immediately knew who it was.

However, he had run out of all anger, all emotion. He didn't have anything left in him. All he wanted to do was break down, cry and scream like the child he was, cry like those on the crosses, for he knew that was soon to be his fate as well.

It was a horrible feeling, one that could not be imagined by any other. Yin lowered his head, stopping to look at the crosses and the fires, as tears trickled down his face. He... had finally give up hope for just a moment.

"Yin!" A familiar voice suddenly screamed.

Yin immediately looked up. He looked through the crosses, through his friends, and saw Evlin tied to one of them.

"Yin! They killed Ken! They decapitated him!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs as snot and tears covered her sorrow face.

For some reason, this news didn't even effect Yin, it felt like a bullet shot into an empty void.

Evlin was also clearly desperate, she was human as well.

"Yin!" Evlin cried again.

Yin locked his weak gaze with her.

Her face was destroyed by despair and desperation.

"Help us... help us..." She said quietly, squirming her tied body nonstop. Eventually, the wind grew the fire, causing it to engulf her in flames.

Yin simply looked on. His mouth slightly open. His eyes half closed. He felt so weak, so insignificant.