Arthur stands in the center of the church, his sword drawn and his eyes fiercely determined. His grip on the hilt of his weapon tightens as he hears the approaching footsteps of the enemy soldiers. Without a second thought, he charges forward, engaging them in a fierce battle. His movements are quick and precise, his strikes finding their mark with deadly accuracy. But as the battle rages on, he finds himself outnumbered and outmatched. He fights on regardless, driven by his unwavering loyalty to his Duke and his determination to protect him at any cost. In the end, however, his bravery is not enough. He is surrounded by enemy soldiers, their swords flashing in the light of the setting sun. Despite his valiant efforts, Arthur falls to his knees, his sword slipping from his grasp. With his last breath, he whispers a prayer for his Duke's safety, knowing that he has bought him the time he needs to retreat. And as the darkness closes in around him, he takes comfort in the knowledge that he has lived and died as a true hero, a man without title, children, or land, but with a heart full of courage and a spirit that will never be broken.