House of Metal 20

Joffrey quivered at the sight of his destroyed crossbow, and the enraged being that dropped it negligently to the ground. The eyes of all in the hall passed from the terrified King to the Terrifying golem with furtive jerks.

The only person who does not dare react is the Stark girl laying on the ground, trying to keep her relieved sobs quiet. Not quiet enough, it seemed, as there was a distinct progression of steps towards her. She gathered the courage to look up, and saw her sister's guardian, Ultron, standing over her.

She had not expected him to come to her, as all indications pointed to him simply enjoying the play of fucking with Joffrey. She had not been kind to the golem, or friendly, nor had he in regards to her.

But still he reached down a hand to help her to her feet, one that she gladly gathered herself and got her sobs under control as Ultron turned his attention back to the king.

Joffrey had taken the brief respite from the golem's glare to gather up what little courage he could, and cries, "Blount, kill him!"

Ser Boros Blount was many things, but a fool he was not, and unfortunately for him he got into his head that disobeying the king was worse than trying to kill the metal man who had already murdered two of his fellow kingsguard. As a result he drew his blade and advanced on Ultron.

Ultron does not move as Blount approaches, standing perfectly still with the exception of his eyes. Some within the crowd surrounding this latest play in the game that Ultron played noted to themselves that the golem could almost be compared to a bird of prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Such a moment came an instant later, as Ser Boros went for a stab, and Ultron smiled as the blade simply skated off his body. Boros stopped his thrust and stared at the undented form, then his head slowly raises to stare Ultron in the face.

The last words that he hears are, "Better than a frisbee."

The king stares, wide eyed and gaping mouth hanging open as Ser Boros Blount drops to the ground with a hole in his chest. He almost wets himself, and very nearly defecates himself when the voice of his Uncle carries from the entrance of the hall, "What in the name of the seven is a frisbee?"

Ultron turns to his friend, and raises an eyebrow, "That is what you concern yourself with?"

"Well, I can't well stop you from killing the king if you had half a mind to, and Bronn here has only a slightly better chance of not dying if he were to try, so I feel I may as well address the one thing I do have control over, and that is knowledge," Tyrion replies as he stops next to a very still and very scared Sansa, asking her, "Are you well, my Lady?"

"I am," Sansa says after a moment, "Thank you, Lord Tyrion."

Tyrion nods, then looks at Ultron, "Would you please do me the favor of escorting the Lady Stark to her chambers? I would have words with my nephew."

Ultron smirks down at the Hand of the King, and nods. He gently escorts Sansa Stark from the hall, negligently destroying the shackles holding the girl's direwolf down, and takes the two from the hall.

The last thing they hear before the doors shut behind them are the sound of a slap and a rather girlish shriek of surprise and pain.