Daeneyrs
"Man," Wade said, giving a long stretch, rolling his neck back and forth while reaching up high into the sky, "it feels like we've been stuck waiting outside these walls for 13 chapters."
"…what does that even mean?" Jorah complained as he left the tent, shielding his eyes with his hand. Daenerys didn't blame him as the yellow sands, along with the rising bright sun, made it feel like she was staring into the depths of some blazing white fire. She glanced up at the sky but there wasn't a single cloud to offer them a moment's relief, meaning the entire day would be a chore when it came to moving about. Certainly not a day for a battle, which was of course what was coming. "How long is a chapter?"
"Depends how much Chaos feels like padding things out with purple prose," Wade answered before bending over; even though he was doing it as a stretch Dany also knew from the way he was wiggling his hips he was also doing it purely to make everyone stare at his ass.
"Wade? Shut up," Logan growled as he emerged from the large tent that served as Daenerys' main council room, taking a long drag from a cloudy bottle filled with some kind if liquor that she was pretty sure was normally used to stripe paint and sealer from ship hulls. He swallowed before throwing it aside so that several of the Dothraki servants had the hurry to pick up the glass shards. He was wearing only the bottom part of his leathers, bare foot and bare chested, his hairy chest already beaded with sweat from the climbing heat. Everyone was miserable in the heat, even the Unsullied who were supposed to be able to battle in the hottest of temperatures. They didn't voice their displeasure but Dany couldn't tell they were enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sandy ground any more than the rest of them.
'Well, except me,' Daenerys thought to herself, forcing herself not to smirk as she looked at the others while standing directly in the sun without feeling an ounce of discomfort. Thanks to her powers heat had no real affect on her anymore. 'After all, what is the sun? The Dothraki say that the first Khal shot an arrow that had been kissed by fire into the sky and it struck the single great eye of the god of the night and shadows and burned it. And it burns forever as the sun and only when the god goes to sleep do the flames wink out.' She sighed in bemusement. 'A child's tale, to be sure, but there is some truth. The sun is flames and fire can not hurt The Dragon.'
"Why?" Wade asked. "My ramblings help pad things out. Otherwise it's really boring with us all standing out here while waiting for the Yunkai fools to show up for another pissing contest. Hey, speaking of-"
Daenerys held up her hand. "For the last time, Wade, we are NOT going to settle these matters with an actual pissing contest."
"Hear me out though… what if we had you compete against a female champion of their choosing? Then it wouldn't be just distance but accuracy!" He paused, looking her up and down in consideration. "Or do you only flaunt your tits-"
Logan popped his claws out. "One. More. Word. Understand me?"
Wade looked at him for several long moments.
"I can't actually answer without saying words. More than one of them in fact."
Daenerys shook her head slightly and Logan sighed, allowing the metal claws to slide back into his skin, his wounds healing right up. It wouldn't be worth it and besides she needed Wade today.
'Well, I don't really need him,' she thought as Domino walked over and offered her a bottle of watered down wine; just enough of a kick to help her keep going but not so much that it would cloud her senses. 'This challenge was his plan so he'll be the one to see it through.'
"So that is a no on the pissing contest?" Wade asked.
"I agreed to your plan for this challenge. I have stated that it was a smart plan as it offered us a chance to claim Yunkai without shedding unneeded blood. Isn't that enough for you?"
"I also asked for a gerbil," Wade pointed out.
"No… no you didn't," Jorah pointed out.
"I'm pretty sure I did, Carlisle."
Domino rolled her eyes. "You didn't. I'd remember."
"Uh huh, sure you would. Well considering Chaos never wrote down that conversation we'll just have to assume that I did say it and you're all wrong." Even though he was currently wearing his mask Dany could tell that he was flashing her the smuggest grin he could.
"No one cares about your god, Wade!" Logan snapped.
"Would you stop calling him a god?" the mercenary complained. "You're going to give him an even bigger ego than he already has! He's just the being that created all of us and controls our actions."
"That is the very definition of a god," Domino pointed out.
"Yeah but Chaos doesn't have a fancy hat. Everyone knows gods have fancy hats. It is known."
"…no its not," Domino argued.
"Oh, but when Dany's handmaidens claim the moon is an egg and is going to hatch no one bats an eye because they say, "It is known"." Wade folded his arms over his chest. "Hypocrites, all of you. Hypocrites and gerbil hoarders."
"We aren't hording gerbils!" Jorah snapped. Dany wouldn't admit it but she was a touched impressed with Wade as it usually took several more hours for him to drive Ser Jorah to screaming.
Wade walked right up to Jorah and held a finger under his nose. "JUST what someone hording gerbils for their own pleasure would say!"
"We are not-own pleasure?"
"Of course! Now how many do you have shoved up that tight greedy ass of yours? Three? Four? You can't spare even one for your friend Wade?"
Rather than get angry Ser Jorah turned to Daenerys, looking at her desperately to try and make sense of what the mercenary had just said but Dany found herself shrugging helplessly, just as confused as he was. Drogan, Rhaegal, and Viserion chose that moment to land before her, rubbing their heads against her side and Dany smiled as she took a moment to give each of her children a cuddle.
"Okay, fine, I'll make do with a dragon in my ass." Wade began to do some squats. "Good thing I made sure to hollow myself out in preparation for Grey Worm and his monster cock."
"Are you sure you don't want me to…" Logan popped a single claw and waved it in Wade's direction.
Dany was tempted. Oh so tempted. The red and black clad warrior was so tiring that she couldn't help but wonder how much easier life would be if he was hacked up into little pieces and then buried all across Essos in hopes of him being unable to reform. It would mean that she could actually bathe without the man bursting in to talk to her… though oddly enough she never got the sense that he was trying to see her naked body. Rather that he didn't really understand what the big deal was with nudity; considering he'd several times called for her or one of her council members to enter his tent only to find him completely naked, his horribly scarred flesh on full displace, and not even reacted proved that. She wouldn't have to spend gold repaying members of her caravan for items that he stole. And the Dothraki children and the young of Astapor would perhaps stop walking around trying to create new and creative swear words…
"So when their champion comes out he's going to try and egg you on to face him," Wade suddenly said, breaking her from her thoughts. "They'll know what you did in Astapor and try and convince you to settle this like a Khal. Don't fall for it… they'll be prepared for you, not for me. If I were them I'd have scorpions and crossbow men aiming at you as soon as you got in range and their champion will know just what that range is. Worst case have Logan take my place but I can heal better than him."
…but then Wade said stuff like that and she remembered that for all his insanity and madness he was one of the most cunning warriors she'd ever met. He'd more than earned his spot on her council. While it usually came with rambling jests and sexual comments when Wade made a suggestion it always proved to be the best course of action if the usual options were simply out of question.
Today was the perfect example of that. They'd been stuck sieging Yunkai for over a month now, going on two, and she could tell that everyone was getting restless. Even the Unsullied were wondering why she didn't just storm the city, as that was what they were used to. The idea that she might be trying to protect them and not risk them needlessly was simply a concept so alien to them they couldn't comprehend it. She remembered how she'd been told to 'bleed' the Unsullied as soon as she could and she'd been disgusted by that but now she was seeing a small wisdom in that. Her army wasn't designed for sieges. The Dothraki didn't siege they swarmed like locust and were either able to overtake all or they were overtaken themselves. The Unsullied could siege but they were far more used to being commanded to march into battle no matter the odds in order to win for their masters a victory. The former slaves didn't siege that meant they were standing about rather than making themselves useful.
Everyone was on edge and growing impatient. Something had to be done before the siege dragged on to the point that its length could be counted in years. Because as Ser Jorah had warned her the rest of Slaver's Bay wasn't sitting by meekly waiting for her to turn her gaze towards them. No… they were preparing. Building up supplies and armies and fortifications. Doing all they could so that when she came upon them next they would be able to not merely last longer than Yunkai but perhaps outlast her. Or even drive her back.
Plans had been drawn up on how to break the siege but they always involved far too much death for her liking. Not just because she cared for those under her and refused to waste their lives needlessly when there were other ways… but from a practical sense that she loathed to admit but was true all the same. After all what good was taking Yunkai if she were unable to take Meereen? Or Westeros?
'It is easy to win a battle,' Doom had told her shortly before she'd left Latveria. 'To win a war is a different beast entirely.'
Grey Worm had been confused when she'd brought this up to him. "Khaalesi," he'd said to her, "the one that wins the battles eventually wins the wars."
She'd smiled at that and decided to show him just as Doom had shown her. Domino had brought over the Cyvasse board and she'd commanded Grey Worm to play against her. He had been good and beaten her and had been ready to ask for the meaning behind the game only for her to reset her side of the board with all her pieces while only allowing him to have what pieces remained from the previous game.
"But that isn't fair, Breaker of Chains," the commander of her army had said. "You get a new board?"
"I am a different army you must face," she'd informed him. "Before you fought Astapor. Now I am Yunkai." They'd played again and Grey Worm had managed to win but it had been far more difficult and costly. And then she'd reset the board one more time. "And now I am Meereen." And he'd understood then.
'But I can't go too far the other way, to live in fear of battle and thus allow things to become stagnant and all to see me as weak,' she thought as Logan and Jorah helped Wade get all his swords and knives and crossbows carefully place along his person. 'The middle… I must find the middle.'
She thought of the lessons Doom had given her of her family; the true tales of her ancestors and not the watered down stories Viserys had told her that only focused on the good… or what he'd seen as the good. Of the likes of Aenys the First, who had been so weak that when it came to war and battle that he hadn't understood why people might ever rebel against him, seeing it as something HE must have done, and who had sowed the doom of his own son by placing Blackfyre in the hands of his brother Maegor rather than holding it for himself. Yet on the other end there was King Daeron who'd let his lust for battle so cloud his sight that he hadn't even reached twenty years of living (let alone ruling) before he'd been slain by the Dornish.
Dany would be neither of them. She wouldn't be blind to the need for war nor lust for it like a degenerate who spent all his coin in the whore house trying to slate his hunger for pleasure.
Plans had been asked for and her councilors had all offered their own thoughts on how they might change the tide of the siege and break the defiance of Yunkai. It had been Wade that had suggested their current course of action, their best and perhaps only option to end the stalemate now rather than in months. One that had the least amount of risk and the greatest chance of reward. All it would cost her was a bit of her sanity (because Wade demanded to take the lead in what was about to happen and she just knew he was going to milk it for all it was worth) but honestly if she had to wait any longer she was going to mad anyway so she might as well just hurry things along.
"Here they come," Domino said and Daenerys straighten, hand still resting on Viserion's head, scratching him in the sweet spot that made his tail thump like he was a puppy dog.
"Then let us greet our guests," she said and with a wave of her hand her council followed her while her children remained behind, ready to leap into action if needed but otherwise content to protect her tent and let their mother handle things on her own. The gates of Yunkai were open and a rider along with a litter being carried by a dozen barechesyed slaves made their way out of the city with another dozen slaves surrounding the litter in what she assumed was purely a show of wealth and power. Meanwhile Dany, Logan, Jorah,and Domino walked to meet them, several of Dany's bloodriders following a few steps behind with their hands on their curved blades in case they needed to move to protect her. It was… sweet… seeing as it was far more likely that she'd end up having to protect them by burning any that tried to harm them. Wade stayed behind, to 'prepare' he stated and Daenerys scoffed at that.
"Probably just wants to masturbate."
They came to a stop roughly 2/3rds of the distance between their camp and the walls of Yunkai. And much to Daenerys' amusement it was clear, from the way the litter and the horse rider paused and looked at them, that the Yunkains had been hoping for her to come closer. Logan suddenly tilted his head up and to the right and Daenerys, without moving her head, glanced up to see a glint of something metallic upon the wall.
Crossbows
'Wade was right,' she thought to herself. 'They do want to end this quickly.' Unfortunately for her foes Wade had warned her early on of the Yunkains' defenses and strategies (based on his time working for them before he'd brought all the mercenaries to her side) and she in turn had sent Logan and a few Dothraki to quietly walk the stretch of land between her camp and the city and mark off exactly how close she should be able to get without getting into range of the bowmen. She could almost taste the frustration in the air that she wasn't naively walking into their trap and it made her smile as finally the litter made its way closer to her, the rider remaining behind.
"Now we see how much they wish to talk," Domino muttered. "Anyone wish to take a bet?"
"They'll want to try and convince us to enter the city so they might ambush us," Jorah wagered.
Logan shook his head. "They won't let us in, not after what the khaalesi did to Astapor. They'll not want to risk their lives against her flames."
"Wise," Dany admitted. "But foolish. Wasting my time will not make me any more merciful."
The litter finally came to a stop twenty paces from them and one slave, a woman dressed in a flowing ivory gown with half a dozen rings in each of her ears, stepped forward and cleared her throat before speaking. "May I present Palopa Palo, most gracious and kind head of the House of Palo, Wise, Kind, and Generous Master of this one and others, representative of the great city of Yunkai and all the lands that surround it."
Domino stepped up next. "Daenerys Targeryen. Your queen." With that she moved back to behind Dany, who smirked at the short introduction. It was something else that Doom had grilled into her, that titles were all well and good… when one was weak.
"Aegon was 'The Conqueror' and 'The Dragon'. Jaehaerys 'The Conciliator'. Aemon 'The Dragonknight'. These men had no need for a long list of titles that spoke of every deed they did." She had tried to argue that it was to honor those that had bestowed the titles on her but he'd scoffed at that, waving at her dismissively with his gauntlet-covered hand. "They honor you by making you their leader, their khaalesi, their queen. The titles are a gift… but they don't expect you to present them every day to everyone you meet. Must you wear ever necklace you are given? Titles… they are the armor of the self-conscious, who know that they do not deserve the power they wield."
"And you are sure of this?"
"Doom. Is."
Palopa smiled at her with that same condescending little smirk that she was seeing was rather common on all the slave masters of Essos. It was the same smile she had seen some adults give to their students when the child believed they had come to some grand understanding but the teacher knew they were still so young with so little knowledge in their heads. She didn't react though, showing none of the anger she felt as his disrespect towards her. Instead she merely smiled back, so that he knew that the feeling was mutual when it came to opinions on wisdom.
"Daenerys of House Targeryen… for nearly 2 full phases of the pale moon you have camped before our gates. I know that there are many who are frightened by the sheer size and strength of our city but usually they gain the nerve to at least knock upon our door."
"If I knocked you would not have a door anymore," she told him, keep her tone light and pleasant. "Besides, I invited you to speak with me and your representatives came. I was waiting for you to return the gesture and yet here we are… meeting once more outside Yunkai rather than within."
"I would welcome you right now within. Bring you to our tall towers and great manses. Show you the glories of Yunkai so you might understand what you desired, with your youth, to tear down without thought." He waved his hand towards Logan and then Ser Jorah, before gesturing wide at all gathered behind her. "It is the matter of guests that are the issue. We can't be sure you wouldn't decide to be quite rude and bring more than was needed."
Daenerys looked casually to her right and then her left. "Yes, I do tend to gather many around me. Same as you, Palopa. Though I suppose the difference is that those I bring with me do so of their free will and not out of fear of a whip."
"A whip is only needed for those that do not understand their place. That is such a terrible thing, when those of lesser blood and lesser standing believe they have the right to stand shoulder to shoulder with their betters."
"Mine is the blood of Old Valyeria, flesh seller," Dany said, lips curling back to expose her teeth like Drogan before he tore into a piece of charred meat. "Per your own logic you could be on your belly and still not be bowing low enough."
That made the Slave Master's smile fall. The reminder of her Motherland, of the Dragonlords of old, and how no matter what any of the cities of Slaver's Bay did they could never hope to rival the strength of Old Valyria.
"We are an impasse, it seems," Palopa declared. "You refuse to stop meddling in the affairs of others and not a single one of us will bow to you."
"Which is why you are now, here is it not? My offer to settle things once and for all?" She took a step forward, hands held out in what would have been for anyone else a gesture of peace, to show that she bore no weapon. But with the flames she kept forever in her belly now she was always armed and no one could ever hope to find her defenseless. "You have brought your champion. A battle to determine the fate of your city. Should you lose you will accept my rule and all the changes I demand. All who obey the tenets I set down will know peace. Those who refuse will regret their mistake." She let out a sigh. "And should my champion fall then I will leave your city in peace and never darken it ever again. Is this agreeable to you?"
Palopa chose to merely return to his litter, the slaves raising it and turning back to the city. Daenerys looked at her council who could only respond with shrugs. He was nearly back to the gate when he finally shouted out, "Slay them!" to his champion who nodded and rode out to greet Dany and her forces.
The champion was an interesting one. He was tall, wearing armor that Daenerys assumed was supposed to look rather expensive and impressive but just came off as gaudy to her. Dark brown leathers under silver armor that had been shined to eye-aching brightness, with lines of gold running up and down its surface like rivers on a map and a helm designed to look like a desert fox's face. He had two small axes strapped on his sides and a heavy sword on his back and as he dismounted his horse he pulled a shield and a morning star from his saddle and gave the latter a few swings before pointing it right at Dany and crying something out in his native tongue.
"He asks where the men are," Domino translated. "He states that he was told that you surround yourself with men."
"What did he really say?" she asked.
"He actually said that you are a whore that likes to suck cocks but he doesn't see a single one here so he wonders if you bit them all off."
Logan growled and popped his claws.
"Steady." Daenerys watched as the man laughed and pointed at them. "How much do you think he's drunk today?"
Domino considered this. "I'd say a cask." The champion barked something before he reached down, pulled out his cock, and began to piss in Daenerys' direction. "No… a cask and a half."
"Yes, a cask and a half." She tilted her head, lips puckered in displeasure. "No one tell Wade that we nearly got the pissing contest he wanted."
"Agreed," everyone around her said as one.
She crinkled her nose as the man began to wag his genitals about in an effort to send the last few droplets as far out as he could. "I imagine the smell would be rather horrid if we were closer, based on the… growths… that cover him?"
"Very horrid," Domino agreed.
"WADE!" Daenerys called out.
"YEAH?!"
"BRING ME EVERYTHING BUT THE CHAMPION'S COCK!"
"YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A GAL TO ASK ME THAT?"
Dany let out an amused huff and she and her council parted so Wade might walk between them and face the warrior. So it was rather surprising when it wasn't the mercenary that emerged from the tent behind her but several Second Sons armed not with weapons but rather horns. They lined up before the champion while one of the warriors, with quiet resignation held up some parchment and cleared his throat.
"What are you doing?" Ser Jorah asked.
The man with the parchment sighed, "He calls it his… theme music." Before Daenerys or any of the rest could ask what the hell that meant the horn blowers raised their instruments to their lips and blew out a slow but powerful beat. "Yeah uh, yeah, yeah uh grr. Don't get it twisted, this rap shit is mine, motherfucker!"
With that Wade emerged from the tent, bouncing and waving his hands in the air like he was greeting a cheering crowd. Daenerys raised a single eyebrow at his antics.
"It's not a fucking game!" the singer proclaimed in a loud clear voice. "Fuck what you heard! It's what you hearin'!" From behind herself someone else called out "it's what you hearin'" while Wade moved passed her, blowing her a kiss. "It's what you hearin'!"
"Listen!"
"It's what you hearin'!"
"Listen!"
"It's what you hearin'!"
"Listen!"
"Alright," Wade said, rubbing his hands together, "maximum effort!"
And with that he burst into a run, drawing his swords and swinging them at the champion.
"X gon' give it to ya, what? Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya, uh! Knock knock, open up the door, it's real! With the non-stop, pop-pop of stainless steel!"
The champion was just as startled as the rest of them as Wade went from utter goof to determined killer in the flutter of one's eyelashes. He drew his twin swords, which were nothing like any other blade Dany had ever seen. They were more like Logan's claws than Ser. Jorah's broad sword, thin and sharp with barely anything to separate the blade from the hilt; only later would she learn they came from the lands far to the East, past even Yi Ti, said to have been forged by taking metal and folding it a thousand times to remove the impurities. They flashed as he rushed at the champion who hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants before raising his shield, just managing to catch the first of Wade's swings. But the mercenary didn't let that slow him down; in fact he seemed to use the shove the champion gave him to set up for his next blow, twisting before springing into the air and driving his swords downward, forcing the champion to scurry back while under the onslaught.
"Go hard, getting busy wit it. But I got such a good heart that I'll make the motherfucker wonder if he did it."
Pushing Wade finally back the champion decided it was time to go on the offensive and jammed his shield point first into the earth before grabbing hold of his two smaller axes, spinning them about before charging at Wade who dropped to his knees before giving a wide arc that easily hacked off the head of one of the axes, causing the champion to stagger with the sudden loss of weight. Wade was back on his feet and slashed at the man's back, the horrific sound of steel cutting steel filling the air as he left a shallow rent in the champion's armor. The champion, clearly angered by the fact that it hadn't been him that got the first blow, spun and threw his other axe right into Wade's chest.
"Damn right, and I'll do it again, 'cause I am right so I gots to win. Break bread with the enemy. But no matter how many cats I break bread with I'll break who you sendin' me! You motherfuckers never wanted nothing but your life saved, bitch, and that's on a light day."
The mercenary looked down at the wound before sighing and ripping the blade out, saying… something… to the champion that caused the warrior to let out a battle cry but Dany couldn't hear over the horns blaring around her. So she was left to watch as Wade threw the axe at the champion who was rushing him, the man unsheathing his greatsword and aiming to remove Wade's head from his shoulders. But the red and black clad warrior wasn't going to give him that pleasure and instead he dove down before pulling out a knife and driving it through the joints of the champion's armor and into the thick muscle of his thigh, causing him to stumble. That proved to be very misfortunate as it allowed Wade to take hold of his swords once more and cut into the man's armor once more, striking a strap and causing his breastplate to dangle.
"I'm getting down, down like a bitch said, "Freeze", but won't be the one ending up on his knees. Bitch please! if the only thing you cats did was came out to play, stay out my way, motherfucker!"
It was now the champion's turn to roar something but it wasn't the music that made it impossible for Daenerys to understand but rather the simple fact that his cry was so garbled by rage that he could have been cursing Wade's name or informing him how he liked his goat sausages prepared.
'I need to stop sitting next to Wade at meals,' she thought after that little idea had popped into her head.
Holding his sword like a lance he rushed at Wade, batting away an attempt to cut him once more before he turned and drove his sword right through Wade's back and out his stomach, sending a shower of blood onto the sandy ground at their feet. The champion ripped his sword free and turned towards Daenerys and her council raising his hands in victory as he cried out his mockery of them.
"First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll, then we let it pop, go, let it go. X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya, X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya! First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll, then we let it pop, go, let it go. X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya, X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya!"
Wade took a step forward, clutching at his stomach… before he spun and hacked off the champion's left arm with one sword while using the other to stab through it as it fell, catching it before giving it a wiggle so the man's hand actually waved goodbye to him before chucking the appendage towards Dany. The champion screamed in agony, dropping his blade, only for Wade to drive his swords into the man's shoulders so hard it sent him clear onto his back, Wade straddling him.
The horns stopped and the singer went silent as Wade looked down at his foe.
"Oh, normally I don't do this with someone I just met!" he said, his voice rising to a girlish pitch. "And I don't even know your name, sempai!" Reaching over he grasped the champion's fallen axe and hacked off his other arm. "So big! It would split me in two!" He threw that to Dany as well. "But I'm a giving lover… let me split you first!"
With that jest he buried the axe into the champion's skull, caving in his face and causing his brains to gush out of his broken cranium.
"Don't worry," Wade told the corpse, patting him on the check, "spraying out your liquids at the worst moment happens to guys all the time." Yanking his swords out he flicked the blood free of them before pulling out his knife and spinning around, his ass wiggling in his fallen foe's face as he pulled out the Yunkai champion's cock and hacked it off, tossing it towards the city gate before looking back at Daenerys. "You want me to bring all of it at once or in pieces? Because I c-"
An arrow lodged itself in Wade's skull.
'-ocunts, look at them all sitting in a bunch!" He sang, his words slurred as he prodded at the arrow head that was poking out from between his eyes. Logan snarled, claws popping out while Ser Jorah got in front of Dany, shielding her as more arrows rained down from the city walls, now focused on hitting her; she was very glad they had managed to measure out their firing range as they came close but never actually hit her or anyone else.
"Gaaaaablla," Wade moaned as he tugged at the arrow with jerky, almost drunken movements.
'Well, almost anyone else,' she thought quietly.
Wade finally ripped the arrow from his head before shaking like a dog and turning towards the Yunkai defenders, shaking his fist in anger. "Hey! At least buy a guy some wine before you penetrate him!"
Another arrow struck his shoulder.
"Ow," he said with little emotion, ripping that one out as well before bouncing on his feet. "Alright then." He rushed forward and grabbed his swords, giving them a twirl. "Let's see if I'm more impressive than Erik was at Harrenhal!"
Rather than try and dodge the arrows that were being fired at him Wade merely stood his ground. There was a twang followed by a cracking ting and Daenerys realized after a few moments that the mercenary had managed to block the arrow that had been fired at him. Another one came and his swords sang as he easily batted that one out of the air. Two more joined that one and soon Wade's limbs were a blur as he whirled his swords about, dozens of arrows dropping at his feet as he managed to hack and slash away each and every one of them. He never shuffled his feet, never made any attempt to get out of the way. He just kept cutting away until the volley grew less powerful and eventually became nothing at all.
"Well… that was… fun," Wade panted before turning his back on Yunkai. "Think that was enough?"
"I think so," she said and she called for her horse, mounting and riding without fear across the battlefield towards the gates where Palopa still sat in his litter, though now he was leaning out of it in shock, staring at the sight of Wade walking with Dany towards Yunkai with the rest of her advisors a step behind. "I believe that settles thing. The city is now mine."
The Slaver swallowed before glancing back towards the gate. "I think not, Dragon Whore. If you'll remember correctly I never agreed to our wager… not my fault you didn't listen." He suddenly leapt out of his litter and made a dash for the city's entrance…
…only for an Unsullied to step out from WITHIN Yunkai and bar his entrance with his spear.
"I am pleased you said that," Daenerys said sweetly. "It keeps me from feeling bad with my own wording. While I promised that I would not attack your city, or those that were with me… my Unsullied had already snuck into Yunkai as you came to deliver your champion." The Slaver's eyes went wide at that and he looked up towards one of the taller buildings. "You will find those that you called allies and brothers are already dead, killed by my warriors, while the slaves whose lives you ruined purely out of greed have already had their chains broken."
"Wait," Wade cried out in shock, "I was just a distraction? You let me risk my life just to let that big dicked sex stallion Grey Worm take all the glory?"
Ser Jorah shot him a dark look. "It was YOUR idea to do that!"
"It was?"
Everyone nodded.
"…okay, to be fair I just had an arrow lodged in my brain." Wade shrugged before looking at the Slaver. "Do we need PowiePowie around?"
"No," Daenerys said, walking past the Slaver, her steps not even faltering as the man's scream was suddenly silenced, a "THUD" following seconds later. "Show me to Grey Worm and let us secure lodgings. We must prepare for Meereen."
