House of Metal 11
Tyrion had not expected to reach King's Landing before the tournament of the Hand, but apparently Ultron had impeccable timing, for they touched down on the ground a mere hundred yards from the jousting arena.
Naturally he didn't learn this right away, and it was only a surprised, "Uncle?" that brought his head from the ground that he was hugging with all his might.
Looking up, he had the pleasure of seeing his favorite niece, Myrcella. He smiled at her, got to his feet and walked over to her, "My dear, you grow more beautiful with each passing day!"
Myrcella smiled at the comment, but then frowned as her original inquiry returned to her, "How are you here? It would have taken you weeks to return from the wall, and I thought you were to visit Lannisport before returning to the Capital?"
"Indeed you are correct, but fortunately for both my feet and your company, my new friend chose to expedite my journey," Tyrion waves towards Ultron, leaning against a barn in amusement.
The princess yips in fright and jumps back, nearly tripping over her skirts. It is only with a quick reach and grab by the metal behemoth that saves her from falling in the mud, "Careful now."
Myrcella stills at the sound of the voice, drawing her eyes up to the source, and stares Ultron in the face. The poor girl gives a small giggle of terror before her eyes roll up into the back of her head and she faints.
Tyrion cannot help but snort at the expression upon the golem's face, though his amusement is quickly wiped away by a sudden cry of surprise and fear from behind him. Turning, he is gifted with the sight of his sister staring like a fish at Ultron and her daughter.
"Guards!" She shrieks and nearly instantly about ten Lannister men and two Kingsguard are around her, "Kill him and return my daughter to me!"
The men rush forward to slay the metal man, and almost immediately they were given an object lesson about facing a being that could go toe to toe with gods.
The first man was caught, his helmet clutched in the rip of Ultron's massive hand. He only managed a scream of surprise before he was bodily thrown into one of his companions. The force of it knocked the other man back, broke his neck, and got him skewered by the downed man's blade.
The second man lost his arm as Ultron deftly caught his sword and tore it from his grasp, bringing it down and through his flesh. The man fell to his knees in shock and the remaining attackers paused in their assault by the casual and one handed brutality of the action.
Ultron snorts at them, and sets the princess next to Tyrion before turning back to the men, "Well?"
That was enough to get them to move, and they charged at him as one. Ultron did not bother moving this time, as he did not need to make sure that his friend's niece remained unharmed. There was a clanging sound, and several of the attackers stepped back in fear, while others simply stared at their blades, stopped dead by the golem's form.
Ultron did not give them time to regroup, and he splayed his hands, blasting the men who did not retreat back. He was upon the first in a second, snapping his neck with a quick jerk. Then he pointed at two of the others and a quick blast of energy ended the men with massive holes in their chests.
There were clangs as another of the Lannister men tried to get his back while he was unaware, and in return he turned and tore the man in two.
"What the hell is going on here!?" A familiar voice bellows, and Robert Baratheon steps off of the stands and into view. Upon seeing the carnage he brings his eyes to Ultron, "Care to explain!?"
"Your wife told these men to kill me, I returned the favor," Ultron shrugs
"His wife!?" Cersei growls, "I am the Queen and you shall address me as such."
Ultron looks at her, and a smile spreads across his metallic visage and he tells her, "No."
The queen clearly did not know how to respond to that, as it was clearly evident that no matter what she tried he could just ignore it and move on. It was not often that something like that happened, her father being the only other case that she could contemplate such disrespect coming from.
"Sir Barristan, take the queen and… is that my daughter?" Robert catches sight of Myrcella laying in the grass next to where Tyrion was watching the events play out with amusement.
"She fainted," The dwarf explains.
Robert nods, and turns back to the eldest of the kingsguard, "Take the queen and the princess to their quarters to rest, they've had a long day.
Barristan Selmy nods and steps over to Myrcella, picking her up, he gives Ultron an appraising look, then departs with a, "This way, your majesty."
Cersei follows, more to ensure her daughter's health than anything else, and Robert looks about the carnage strewn about the grass, "Well isn't this a great bloody mess."
Ultron shrugs.
