Jon VII
Jon surveyed the battlefield; his mood was on the verge darkened rage, seeing the scum heading towards the city that took him in, only made his blood hunger.
Jon looked back towards the tower where Daenery's had escaped with Drogon; anger pulsated through him thinking if they ever hurt her he would... Catching the sight of Ser Barristian and Grey worm let him out of such thoughts. Leading each of their battalion of swordsmen impressed Jon.
"Viserion clear a path for them " Jon ordered as pale flames tore apart flesh sending them back in retreat.
While they sharply turned towards the main Greyjoy army, they headed out over the sea edging closer towards the city circling them.
Jon took a deep breath in as Viserions headed straight towards the Greyjoys. His mouth opened up and sent flames to the men advancing.
The men writhed in pain as flame covered them from head to toe, the front line disintegrated causing Victorian fallback.
"Good Viserion, they will all pay for the blood they spill today, " Jon said with feeling.
'Ah, the dragon finally rises ' Viserions sharp-witted voice filled Jon's mind.
"They will fear you after this day ends young one "Viserion's shrill of a voice sounded making Jon grin ever so slightly.
"Take me down Viserion," Jon said pointing towards Ser Barristan.
As they dived down from the heavens, Jon caught sight of Drogon hovering by Daenery's tower.
"Drogon is Dany okay, " Jon said through their bond.
"Not a scratch on her, do you need my help," Drogon said eagerly.
"No, You Should look after Daenerys or try and find Rhaegal I think he may be hurt" Jon answered looking back towards the sky with no traces of him.
"He will be back, Yes I shall protect my mother from Daario," he said mockingly.
"Remind me after I dismantle the Greyjoys that he deserves my blade " Jon threw back at Drogon who only grunted again in return.
When Viserion hit the ground with his earth-moving legs, Jon jumped down from him with his blade held firmly in his hand, Making his way around to face the white dragon he placed a hand on his scales.
"Watch over us Viserion" Jon Offered looking into those pools of molten gold which eyed him carefully.
"I shall meet you at the end Jon " Viserion Quaked in his mind, his hand left the scales made of cream. Viserion's roar was so loud and mighty, Jon thought he could see these animals fleeing.
Jon turned back at a steady pace towards Ser Barristan and Greyworm with their assemble of swordmen. Viserion lifted off the ground with his golden wings and started circling them.
When Jon made it within the presence of both them, they curtly bowed to him as did the thousands of men with a deafening shout of 'Dragon King'.
"Ser Barristan, Greyworm " Jon Acknowledged both with a bow of his own.
"Your Grace, our men are ready for your command " Ser Barristan Declared earning him a respected nod from Jon. As he turned and faced the thousands of men willing to fight for him and Daenerys, Gratitude and Respect filled him as he cleared his throat.
When Ser Barristian and Greyworm stood beside him, everyone could see Jon was radiating pure hatred before he was about to speak.
"Men of Meeren" Jon Shouted. " I look at all of you here before me, and nothing but Respect warms my blood, I know I have come to Meereen suddenly, and most of you don't trust me, " Jon Admitted pacing in front of them. " After today you will see that I belong here next to my Aunt Daenery's and when the Greyjoy fall before my sword they will remember that the Dragons have risen," Jon Promised as the thousands of men roared 'King of Meeren' in belief.
Jon stood there with a hard look, watching over his men stand tall and ready for battle but there was still something eating away at him. His head was full of wolves and dragons, the sound of his brother's laughter echoed in his mind. The faces before him began to blur and fade. They were dead because of these animals. "Theon Greygoy" Jon Raged.
Jon turned and faced them stalking forward with Ser Barristian and Greyworm at his sides; he would avenge his brothers he thought with anger running through his veins, he clenched his sword tighter.
"For my brothers" Jon cried out as he run forward with is his sword tightly held in his right hand, he thundered towards the greyjoys army. With the newly added armor Jon had on, it was clear that he was fast, but the way he was moving now he had his eyes set on the incoming men. The roar that came from behind him was a lot closer than Jon had expected which gave him the strength as he took his sword in both hands and smashed it against steel, the sounding shatter resulted in a panicked man in front of Jon. When he made his sword a blur, it struck the man neck cutting it clean off, blood sprayed against Jon as the head rolled neatly on the ground.
The next man to face Jon let out a scream as he ran at him, swept his legs out from under him, and slammed his body into the hard ground with his sword. Another Greyjoy ran up behind him, and he ducked under the swing of his sword before slamming his own into the mans face brutalizing his features as he gurgled from the hole in his face. Jon pulled his next victim's sword arm down so he could slam his knee into the weak man's chest, causing him to vomit violently. Jon put him out of his misery by punching his face so hard it caved his nose into his brain.
A sword feinted low and came in over his sword with a savage forehand slash that caught Jon on the temple. He staggered, his head ringing from the force of the blow. For half a heartbeat the world beyond his eyeslit was a blur..Jon tasted the blood in his mouth, from the blow he'd taken. Jon gained his composure watching him swing his pathetic sword like a boy he missed Jon as he dodged it in one fluid movement he grabbed his armor with a grunt and slammed him into the group of the animals with such force that they went flying seven feet back.
A Greyjoy ran up to Jon who he slammed a foot into his stomach, so he doubled over dropping his sword. Jon wrapped his hand around the man's throat lifting him up while crushing his windpipe. Jon looked into the eyes of the savage and shouted " for Bran and Rickon Stark " his hand squeezed his neck to sound of brutal crack that put terror into the eyes of all the greyjoys.
Armies clashed as fleshed and bone tore into two, Jon had worked himself past many of these vile animals, they made him sick, he thought. Cutting apart the scum in front of him, his sliced apart his arm causing him to scream in agony. The blood that scattered everywhere as he whaled it around in pain. Jon kicked him hard to the ground, when he slammed down his blade through the pathetic armor he twisted it deep inside his body causing him to spit out blood as his last act.
The sea was close, Jon smelt he was getting closer to Victorian, he hoped Theon was with him so that when Jon tore his blade into his heart and looked him in the eye and ask why he betrayed Bran and Rickon.
The blade that Jon ripped out oozed with blood running down it, he looked over at Ser Barristian taking own two men, his sword was a blur of grace as he dispatched one with swing most men couldn't pull off. The man fell to the ground with Ser Barristian driving his sword right through the armor of the second attacker with blood gushing from his mouth he fell over. Ser Barristian looked up at Jon and Nodded they both saw Greyworm take a swing to the leg causing him lose his balance and topple over.
Jon rushed over and dropped kick the man about to stab Greyworm; causing the violent thrust forward it sent him flying into a group of men knocking them over as Greyworm's men swords ran with their blood.
" You saved my life " Greyworm gasped as he tried to stand.
" You would have done the same " Jon Insisted as he pulled him up effortlessly
"Come we are close, we will end this now " Jon Reassured the stubborn man as he followed him and Ser Barristian towards Victorian with their men roaring in behind slaying the rest of these animals while they cornered them.
"This end now Greyjoy " Jon Taunted as he pulled out his sword from the man's skull who ran forward in a rage from Victorians side, " You think you can get away with hurting Daenerys dragons" Jon roared in anger stalking towards him.
"Rhaegal, Viserion" Jon Demanded as he slammed his blade into the hard sand a loud crash sounded next to him as he looked to Viserion making his way over causing the earth to shake. Jon saw a green flash that tore apart the sky before circling them the gleam of jade that made a roar made the men in front of them fall to their knees bar Victorian who just stood there with no emotion.
Rhaegal's dark green legs ripped apart the ground as he landed heavily next to his brother. They both playfully nipped at each other before leaning their massive heads towards Jon who put a hand on each of their heads as he made a death stare towards Victorian.
"Burn them" Jon Growled through gritted teeth as his mind had his two brothers dead at his feet. A flame orange-and-yellow fire shot through with veins of green swirled together with a flash of pale gold with red and orange. Jon stood there with the heat calming him he watched the beautiful colors that wove through the air in an instant exploding the men against their ship sending it skywards in a burst of terrible black smoke.
"Good riddance " Jon whispered to himself, he left the two dragons and walked up and grabbed his sword. Jon cast his eyes out into the distance, ships and ships filled his eyesight. Daenerys would need vessels to cross to Westeros Jon thought as he stood there like a marble statue.
Jon felt a hand rest on his shoulder giving him a reason to break his thoughts of finding more men to sail these ships.
"Jon, how are you? " Ser Barristian Inquired with his blue eyes breathing light anew; his bloodstained armor had taken little damaged when Jon faced him,
"Ser Barristian, I am... fine, I'll take Greyworm back to Daenery's tower while you round up anymore Greyjoys and sort out their ships, I think my Aunt may want them for her travels" Jon ordered him as he nodded and started barking orders.
"Come on Greyworm let's get you fixed up; we are going for a ride " Jon calmly picked him up from the ground and carried him.
Viserion lowered his head for Jon to help Greyworm mount his neck, Rhaegal let out an affectionate hiss. In an instant, his feet left the ground as his wings drew a powerful gust of wind he roared heading back to his mother.
"Just to be clear your grace, unsullied do not like to fly " Rumbled Greyworm as Viserion took off from the ground in the same style as Rhaegal.
"Don't worry yourself Greyworm, I wouldn't let you fall, Missandei would skin me alive" Jon chuckled feeling Greyworm frown behind him.
"How did you know, " Greyworm said letting out a small growl.
Jon didn't answer straight away as they were getting closer towards Daenerys, he let out a sigh with only her filling his thoughts at that moment...her beauty and the love that she showed to him sent his mind racing to when they first kissed.
Jon's heart was pounding against his chest in anticipation for Daenery's hands to calm it, Jon's heart wanted to break free, and it wanted it to be with her no matter what his mind told him.
"She is in love with you " Jon finally said breaking himself out of his thoughts.
At that Greyworm clutched his arm.
"You must tell no one; the unsullied cannot love. we have no.." Greyworm stopped pained by the next word.
"Greyworm I don't think it would matter. The way she stares at you, it's so plain to see that she cares for you " Jon reassured the worried man as they made a sudden turn into Daenery's tower.
Viserion landed on the stone floor with Rhaegal and Drogon getting affection from their mother until Daenery's found Jon's face and smiled her beautiful smile.