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Warnings: Violence, swearing, etc.
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Killing Lions
Daemon POV
Daemon was now a few miles south of Riverrun, talking with another informant in his network. Lillian, or Lily as Daemon calls her, worked as a cook in the kitchens of Riverrun. She's a short young woman, with red hair, and pale skin. Before Daemon left for Essos he had helped Lily and her family while they were starving to death. He had brought her to Riverrun and got her a job in the kitchens. She personally set tables and delivered food, as well as cooked it, to the Lord Tully and any other visiting lords. She was a perfect informant.
"Looking like the Riverlands and The North going against the might of the Lannisters. What about the Stormlands?" he asked
"From what I've been hearin' Lord Stannis and Lord Renly are at eachothers throats" she told him. "And that Lord Renly controls most of the Storm lords as well as the armies of the Reach"
"Hard to see Stannis making it out of this one". He paused thinking "What about the Martells? I wouldn't think they would sit out of a chance to go after Tywin Lannister. And the Greyjoys, what about them?"
She looked around the surrounding forest, small amounts of sunlight finding itself through the trees and into their clearing, it was the break of dawn and she would have to head back soon to prepare the lord's breakfast.
"Look, I'll make this quick" she told him. "As far as anyone knows the Martells are staying where they are" she said "And I wouldn't say the Greyjoys are not involved either, Balon Greyjoy is proclaiming himself the King of the Iron Islands"
"Oh for fucks sake" he murmured, running a hand down his face.
"Right? Bloody madness if you ask me. They might try raiding the coasts, take advantage of all the confusion?" she half stated, half asked.
"Sounds like something they'd do" agreeing with her. "Especially if Robb Stark marches south, the North will be empty of any standing army" He sighed breathily. "Well thanks for this Lily."
"Of course, I'd do anything for you" she said in fake innocence. Daemon just raised a brow. She winked "Oh come one, it'll be fun"
He just chuckled "Very tempting, but" he said, holding up a finger "I have work to do and" he pointed his finger at her "so do you". She pouted "Maybe next time I'm in Riverrun?"
"It wouldn't be the first time if you remember" she smirked
"Oh I remember, vividly, but… Riverrun, next time I'm there, I'll let you know" he planted a light kiss to her cheek. She smiled sweetly. He mounted his horse, and she mounted hers. "I'll be seeing you Lily" he told her and started to ride down the small trail that lead to the main road.
"Damn right you are!" she called to his quickly retreating back. He smiled to himself looking forward to his return to Riverrun.
He took the River Road down near the Golden Tooth castle. According to Lord Wode's messages to Lord Tully the Lannisters have been amassing their army in Lannisport. The quickest way to reach the Riverlands is from the River Road which passes right by the Golden Tooth.
His plan was quite simple, dig up some roads, make a few traps, and ta-dah the Lannister army has been delayed by a few road complications. As silly as that sounds Daemon knew it was a good plan. If he was able to cover up some of his holes in the dirt, Lannister supply carts would likely fall into one of these ruts in the road and pop a wheel off. Thus halting Lannister food and weapons from reaching their soldiers in the Riverlands.
He had tied his horse several hundred yards from his intended target roads, just past the Golden Tooth castle. On foot he had all of his normal attire as well as a small shovel to dig and a hunting knife to carve sticks into deadly spikes.
He had proceeded to set traps for both the carts and the men for the better part of the day. 'Dig, dig, dig, and more fucking digging' he thought to himself. He sat on his haunches, looking down at his 13th hole dug that day. 'Well now it's time for a sharp stick, and surprise surprise more fucking holes' he angrily thought to himself.
He stood up and impaled his shovel into the dirt. Turning to the nearby forest he pulled his hunting knife, preparing to make more stick spikes. As soon as he got to stick spiking number two he heard several sets of hooves clop, clop, clopping their way towards him.
He turns around to see, through the small thickets in front of him, five Lannister soldiers all dismounted their horses. Three circled his hole as well as his shovel while two others held the five horses. 'Easy' he thought. 'Kill one of the men holding the horses, make the horses panic, distract the ones around his dig site, stab one with a stick another with a knife, boom three left.' An easy fight.
So he did exactly that, one arrow to the neck downed one. One sharp stick to the back of the neck, another one. And one quick spin and one cut throat he counted a third. Time to improvise. He took aim with his dagger and launched it at one of the men drawing his sword. Boom, dead, with a dagger to the neck. Now two are left, on controlling horses and the other walking towards him. 'Bad move'. It went better than he thought.
He parried a swing to his left, blocked to his right, another to the right. The enemy paused for a second then took another swing to the right, he blocked the blade and pushed it out. He stabbed the man in the chink between the his armor above the hip. The Lannister man grunted in pain, and fell to his knees, coughing up blood. Daemon turned to the man who was controlling the horses who was now half-way drawing his blade.
Daemon dashed forward and cut off the man's sword hand. He screamed in agony holding his hand. He fell to the ground holding the stump of his right hand. His veins popped out of his neck as continued to scream. Daemon held his sword in a reverse grip and stabbed the man in his neck, cutting through his arteries and windpipe.
At least this man stopped screaming, the other one had stabbed was groaning in pain on the ground a few feet away. The horses were mostly scattered, only one remained, near the forest lining the road. He strode over to the man on the ground. He was holding his middle.
With a flick of his wrist the left side of the man's throat was cut by his sword. Blood splattered the reddening ground of the dirt of the road. The man took a last few ragged breaths before he went still.
He looked up to the cloudless sky. "Wooh damnit" he said to himself. "It's only past fucking noon. And that means more god damn sticks in some god damn holes." he sighed to himself. "Okay, a few more holes and sticks and maybe a visit to Riverrun's kitchens. Then I'll call it a good day… and night."
A few hours later, guess what, Daemon was still digging holes and sharpening sticks. Once again Daemon was not taking care of his surroundings, again horses approached his back, but this time he wasn't in hiding. He was exposed, out in the open, vulnerable. A stick wasn't even sharpened enough to do any real damage. He was holding his shovel and still had a dagger, but damn this was bad.
'Okay' he thought 'cut them down a few, make it work' closing his eyes he took a deep breath, then opened them 'lets go'.
Seven Lannister men were in front of him this time. Three on horseback and the rest on foot. He held his shovel like a javelin and rocketed it towards the knee of the horse. The next thing they heard was the snapping of bone. The whining of a horse and the grunting of a man. Two on horseback and five on foot, no problem.
One man lunged. He dodged and grabbed the man's wrist and tugged towards him. Next thing the man knew he had a sword sticking in his neck and out the back of his skull. Blood spilling over his front, onto himself and Daemon's face. Two on horseback and four on foot.
The next man prepared to swing but Daemon spat the blood in his face, blinding him. Another man swung, Daemon danced backwards avoiding the swing. "The Devil" one of the men whispered. Now three were in front of him and the two on horseback trying to get behind. He turned sharply drawing his dagger with his left hand and flung it toward one of the horses, braining it. The horse fell onto the man's leg and pinned him to the ground. One on horseback, four on foot, one on the ground.
He spun around a lunge, and kicked the man's knee from behind before ducking a swing and putting his sword into the belly of the man who swung. He was encircled and the best way to get out was force. He looked all around and spotting the man on the horse. He dashed forward catching the horseman by surprise, the horse reared leaving it belly exposed. Daemon cut it open putting the last horseman on the ground, an exposed neck, a quick swing, and another man was dead by Daemon's sword. Four on foot.
One man was still blinded in his left eye and the man to his direct left was liming, leaving an opening. Daemon dashed for the middle of the two, taking a jab step towards the one and a half legged man putting him off balance before quickly turning the half blind man, ducking under his clumsy swing, and stabbing him through the armpit. Three on foot with one of them limping.
The two healthy ones dashed forward both overhead swings, both easily avoided with a quick turn of his body. He kicked in one man's leg, breaking it, before taking a step towards him and swinging his sword towards the man behind him. This cut the man's throat open as well as spattered blood all over his last healthy comrade. Two more and one is limping. He turns to the last healthy man, but before he can make a move, the limping man stumbles behind him and cuts into Daemon's side, leaving rivlets of blood to spill down his right pant leg.
"Fuck" he says through gritted teeth. He jumps back from the two, holding his side. One of them is on his knees and another on foot. Daemon takes a deep breath noticing the blood still flowing out of the cut in his right side, just above his hip. 'Have to finish this quick'.
Daemon side stepped several times so as the healthy man was in front of the man on his knee. The man swung overhead and Daemon blocked high, proceeding to kick the man in his stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Daemon brought his knee up and introduced it the Lannister man's face. The man fell to the ground holding his face and crying out in pain. Daemon held him still with a foot and stabbed the man's face through his hands.
The last man was still trying to get up but Daemon kicked him in the face, putting the man on his back. Daemon ended the fight by stomping his boot down onto the man's windpipe, snapping it.
Daemon walked away, not bothering to listen to the dying man's attempt at breathing. "Urghrrr" squeezing his side in pain. He looked to the sky in an attempt to forget his pain. It didn't work.
He looked to the road ahead. Deciding that there were enough dug holes, sharp sticks, and dead Lannisters, Daemon decided that going back to Riverrun to spend some quality time with Lily and then on to Fairmarket to fully heal himself sounded like a great idea right now.
And back he went.
Tywin POV
Tywin sat in his solar in Casterly Rock. Outside his window he could look down on Lannisport and see the armies of the Westerlands gathering at his call. He was currently reading a report from King's Landing. One about his grandson and his mother.
Tywin sighed irritably, rubbing his forehead, just thinking about those two idiots caused him to have headaches.
He put the letter to the side, eyeing another he picked it up and saw it was from Lord Lefford, reporting Lannister men dead on the roads. Some killed with a blade, some fell into traps, some even killed by a sharp stick. 'Ridiculous' he thought to himself irritably.
Lefford claimed it was The Devil returning to Westeros and haunting the men of the Westerlands. It was plausible, the protector of the Riverlands, killing men from the Westerlands, who were likely going to burn the Riverlands.
'This Devil is smart, he knows the land of the Riverlands, better than anyone.' he thought to himself. 'If he aids Robb Stark, taking the Riverlands will be a harder task than it would usually be' he paused. 'Although it is unlikely I will find him, sending men to keep him from harassing Lannister men will be beneficial'
He would send a letter back to Lord Lefford telling him to send patrol of at least ten men to search for this Devil and keep him out of the Westerlands.
He set the letter aside and looked to his window, letting the breeze splash across his face. He sighed to himself and started writing his letter back to Lord Lefford.
Joffrey Baratheon started the war and he, Tywin Lannister, will have to finish it.
AN: This chapter was agonizing to write for me because I've been watching the second season of Luke Cage, I love Bushmaster's accent. Also re-listening to Czarface by MF Doom, great album, recommend you listening to it if you are into Rap.
