House of Metal 2

Joffery Baratheon didn't really plan much, planning was more the forte of his ridiculous uncle, or the grandfather he'd heard so much about. Joffrey was a simple boy, in many ways. He did not think ahead, he could not count without his fingers, and he loved the color red. This last bit benefited him in two ways; it made his favorite pastime of opening small animals to see what lay within all the more fun, and it made the Stark girl all the more enjoyable.

The redheaded child of Ned Stark had been talking for upwards of five minutes, in a jilted sort of manner that endeared her to him, and made him look forward to all the things he would be able to do to her when she was his wife. Sansa Stark naturally knew none of what was going on inside her betrothed's head, and instead babbled on completely unaware of the impeding danger presented by the blond psychopath she was locked arms with.

The musings of both teens was interrupted by an incredulous question asked from around a bend in the path and a thicket of bush, "A mummer's tale!?"

Sansa could immediately identify the speaker as her sister, who had vanished from the camp after getting leave from their father. She had wondered where Arya had gotten to, and it seemed as though she had reached the river, and received some distressing news.

And apparently the news kept on coming, as a second voice became intelligible as Joffrey and Sansa came closer, "Indeed, the pratfalls of your family's lives and the destruction of your society as a whole is great entertainment for the masses."

It is at the end of this declaration that the pair finally turn the bend and see Arya and the man she is speaking with. The first thought on both their minds immediately upon seeing the man is 'Big' while the second varies from one to the other; Joffrey takes interested note of the red eyes of the figure who turns as they approach, while Sansa is far more concerned with the fact that the man was apparently looming over a sitting Arya.

Sansa, being the finely brought up girl that she was, promptly screams and hides behind Joffrey. The prince does much the same, though it comes out more as a quick shriek, and instead of hiding behind Sansa, he hides behind his sword. The eldest Baratheon raises his sword and in his most princely tone demands, "Step away!"

The metal man, twitches his head and then lowers his eyes, narrowing them as he smiles. Then he raises to full height, steps away from Arya.

"Sansa!" Arya groans out, "What are you doing!?"

"This… this… this… thing! Accosted you!" The elder sibling replies

"No he didn't," Arya shakes her head, then rubs it, "Ultron was just… giving me some bad news."

"So… Ultron… what kind of name is that then?" Joffrey snickers

"A name that means far more than yours ever will," Ultron replies, taking a step towards Joofrey and Sansa.

"Stay back!" Joffrey raises his sword a bit further, now trying his hardest to keep it level and aimed at Ultron's chest.

"You know," the metal man muses, not heeding Joffrey's warning, "Children shouldn't have weapons."

As he says this, his palm glows a sickly red, and as he clenches his fingers in, Joffrey's sword is wrenched from his hands and into Ultron's waiting one.

The now armed Ultron smiles down at the terrified elder children. This effect not at all helped by his red eyes glowing, and piercing right into their souls.