House of Metal 25

Sandor was never happier than the moment the sky turned green that his job meant that he protected the royal shit. With his ass as far from the fire as possible, he knew that he was safe from its touch, and he also knew that the dwarf's plan had worked.

Looking out any one of the windows of the Throne room showed the destruction that the wildefire had wrought, and the Wolf forces retreating. He could see the main force pulling out and moving north, to a better defendable position, and he could see the Lion's forces making their way through an open alley in the fire from the west.

He had to hand it to the dwarf, when he came up with a plan, it was a good one. Unfortunately, of course, behind him the royal shit was taking credit for the entire route. The golden haired little bastard was demanding to know what was going on, and Sandor turned back and told him, "Looks like the dwarf's plan worked, the wolves are running."

"Excellent!" Joffrey declares, turning his back to the Hound, and ignoring the man saying that he was not responsible for the plan, reiterating for the court, full of people who would never dare contradict him, "
MY plan is successful! We shall feast as we enjoy the smells of toasted Stark!"

Grinning maliciously, he turns to the two Starks present and declares, "And you ladies shall be our guests of honor! After all, with your brother dead, you will no doubt be celebrating your rise to power!"

The little bird manages a straight face, merely nodding at the king's words, but the younger girl is not so quiet. Arya bursts out laughing at the King's declaration and comments, "If it was that easy to kill my brother, I would have slit your throat before you had the chance!"

The hall goes deathly silent, and all eye turn to Joffrey to see his reaction. They are not disappointed when they see his face turn red, his eyes nearly burst from their sockets, and his mouth start to foam. With a near incomprehensible scream of rage he points to the Hound, then to the Little Wolf.

Sandor sighs and draws his blade, striding towards the girl at an even pace. As the unarmed girl glares up at him he whispers, "Be gentle…" before bringing his blade down with all his might.

And like some exotic dancer, the Stark girl is twisting around him, deftly dodging his swing as she brings herself behind him and kicks the back of his knee with a, until this moment, armored boot. The Hound falls to one knee and tries to swing his blade behind his back to get at the girl, but she leaps over him, plucking a dagger from his belt, and throws it into the throat of Ser Meryn Trant.

The least liked, and last of the old Kingsguard of Robert Baratheon dies with a look of shock on his face at the sight of a girl of less than twelve years being the one to end him. The rest of the hall is equally as shocked, and a metallic clapping fills the hall.

Eyes turn once more and the sight of Ultron and Gendry Waters greets the assembled nobles, and the metal man smiles, "Well done, Arya. I knew that you would take to the Widow like a fish to water."

Arya rolls her eyes and steps away from the Hound, who pulls himself to his feet. Somewhat reluctantly, the swornsword turns to the King, but it appears that the enraged order is all that he will be receiving, if the terror displayed on the lad's face is any indication.

"Well, the battle is won, the Lions victorious, and I heard something about a feast," Ultron notes with a mocking tone, "And here you all are, gawping at a little girl like she's one of the seven."

"What... why are you here?" Cersei, who had been sitting quietly, holding her youngest son, finally asks.

"To offer congratulations, of course!" Ultron grins at the woman, and cherishes the flinch he receives, "And to tell you that your war is far from over, after all, you've only dealt with traitors to the Starks for him."

Joffrey furrows his brow and demands, "And what the hell do you mean by that!?"

"Why, the Boltons are gone, the Freys are gone, the Karstarks are damaged," Ultron lists, "The only houses that were at all hesitant to go to war with the south, destroyed in one foul swoop."

The golem steps up to the window and muses, "And with the way this war is going, the northerners will never know their king outsourced his dirty deeds to you."

So many eyes were on Ultron, that none notice that in his grand entrance, the two Stark girls steal away from the room alongside the former king's bastard.