Chapter four: The Hand's tourney
Jon looked at his newest companion. Geralt was silent, but when he spoke, it was something wise or noticeable. His meeting with Robb went well. He immediately gave order to send supplies and skilled people to the Wall. Jon nodded and left Winterfell about a hour later. He and Geralt were now one month on their ride from Winterfell to the capital.
They met a fat boy on their way two days earlier. He told Geralt, that he want to go to the Wall. Of course, the witcher talked him out of it and sent him to Winterfell. He would study under maester Luwin and maybe sent to the Oldtown. The fat boy listened with awe and agreed to the idea.
And now, the capital with the Red Keep shined before them. "It smells worse, than Novigrad. And that's something to be aware of." Geralt stated. Suddenly, a man in gold and black armor stopped them. "You two! Are you there to join the turney? We have only free places in the Melee. Tell me your names and I'll make sure, that you'll join it. Geralt sighed. "Geralt of Rivia. And I am no ser." the witcher announced. "Jon Snow, bastard of Winterfell. I hoped, that I'll make a name here and maybe become a knight." Jon finished.
The guard nodded and told them to follow him. The duo listened and followed him. "Remember this: rule one of Melee in tourneys: Do not hold back. It is like a real battle." Geralt whispered to him. Jon nodded. After ten minutes, they were led to the center. "I found these two men. They want to join the Melee." the guard shouted. His uncle smiled, when he saw him, but Sansa showed Jon a sour look.
Geralt smiled a bit and looked around. Jon knew, that he was choosing his possible enemies at the place. "Alright. The Melee starts now." king Robert announced. Suddenly, a voice was heard from the tribune. Toss a coin to your Witcher, oh Valley of Plenty, oh Valley of Plenty, oh. Toss a coin to your Witcher- "Dandelion, please STOP SINGING IT!" Geralt shouted at the singer.
Jon smirked at it. He and Geralt went to the group of men. Both Cleganes were there too and gave angry glares to the other one. "Stay close to me."Geralt warned Jon. He nodded and prepared to fight immediately. The fight began just ten seconds after that. Jon found himself against three men. They were good in attacking, but bad at defending themselves. Jon overpowered them easily.
But, the fight was just at the end of round one. The Hound was still fighting with his giant brother, but the Mountain was slowly starting to win over him. Jon turned around and saw all of men, that were brave enough to challenge Geralt. The witcher worked with a style, that could look like an Essosi butcher with a sword. Most of the men were wounded, but a few dead. And more wounded men were crying in pain now.
Jon managed to block another sword, but this one was on fire and not melting. He immediately knew, that Thoros of Myr wanted to end a bastard, that managed to wound three attackers in two slashes. "The flames told me about this tourney. I want to end you, before you destroy plans of the Lord of Light." Thoros announced. He was completely stinking like wine and sweat combined. "Did somebody told you, that you are stinking?" Jon countered. It has the effect, that Jon wanted. Thoros of Myr yelled and rushed at him. The bastard of Winterfell sidestepped and swung his sword in a half circle. Thoros of Myr fell to the ground. "I yield!" the red priest shouted and Jon moved to find another target.
Geralt pirouetted his way through four enemies, when the horn blasted again. The witcher stopped and saw, that only he and four others were still standing. One of them was Jon. "The deadliest swordsman here. You're too old to stand against me and win." the Lannister from the tower announced with a cocky voice.
Geralt sighed. The Lannister wasted no time and tried to attack from behind. This attack would be lethal for a normal person, but Geralt wasn't a normal person. The witcher rolled away and unsheathed his dagger. The cockiness on the Lannister's face faded away. Geralt smirked. The knight is stupid, that he decided to fight with him. "Oh, look at this! Ser Jaime wants to fight with the White Wolf!" Dandelion shouted.
The witcher sighed again. This 'ser' Jaime wanted to kill him, because he saw him fucking his own sister. Geralt blocked some overhead slashes with both his sword and dagger. One of Crach an Craite's best men teached him this trick. When his opponent did the same move, Geralt used his sword and dagger in locked position to disarm Jaime. It was a great success. The fancy sword flew at least four feet away.
Geralt pointed his sword at Jaime's neck. "Do you have enough?" the witcher asked. Jaime nodded, stood up, and rushed away. He looked around and saw, that the Mountain wanted to kill his disarmed brother. "Stop it! He is disarmed! Let him go!" Geralt shouted. This caught the Mountain's attention enough to give the maesters time to escort the Hound to medical tent.
Gregor Clegane saw it and tried to finish his job. 'Fuck!' Geralt thought and used Aard Sign. It had the right effect. The Mountain fell to the ground. "WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS HAPPENED?!" king Robert shouted. Arya and Bran chuckled. They knew, that the White Wolf used one of his Signs to save the Hound. "Did you saw it? A light knocked the Mountain to the ground." one man from the Kingsguard asked.
"Who did it, will earn my trust. Sorcerer or not. The Mountain needed a punishment a long time ago." one knight added. When a humble bard- "Dandelion!" Geralt warned. But, the attention was drawn to him after that. Geralt turned and blocked Jon's sword just two inches from his chest. He smiled a bit and rolled away to gain a place to breathe for a second. Suddenly, the White Wolf went into his pirouette attack. Jon jumped back in the last second to avoid the attack, but Geralt wanted him to do that exact move.
The witcher stopped with the tiring attack and jumped over Jon's head. The hidden Targ turned and saw Geralt's dagger pointing at his neck. "Do you yield?" Geralt asked. Jon nodded and went from the arena with only some small scratches. The audience was shocked. A stranger, that was using a more agile style of fighting managed to defeat most gathered men, that were considered as deadly or deadliest fighters of the Seven kingdoms without seemingly tiring out.
Suddenly, a white portal showed up. "I hate portals." Geralt muttered and readied both of his swords. From the portal jumped three ghouls and one alghoul. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE MONSTERS?!" Robert shouted, but Geralt sheathed his steel sword and growled. "These are ghouls and an alghoul. They are necrophages. This means, that they are eating dead people from graves." Dantelion announced. From his voice sounded a bit of fear.
Geralt rolled his eyes and waited for their first turn. The monsters looked directly at him. 'Avallac'h is controlling them.' Geralt realized and used Igni Sign at them. The fire, that went from his right hand surprised most of the watching crowd. The portal faded after that and the monsters started acting like normal ghouls and alghouls: attacked the closest person. Geralt cancelled the Sign and jumped closer to the tribune.
The four monsters immediately tried to find a shadow to rest a bit. They even smelled a dead person and headed to the medic tents. "Fuck!" Geralt shouted and followed the monsters. The ghouls died fast, but the alghoul dodged some of his slashes and swings. Geralt only grew angered and went into the pirouette attack to kill it. The alghoul suddenly trembled and fell to the ground without its head.
Geralt cleaned his silver sword and examined himself. He got just some scratches, but one of them needed to be tended immediately. The White Wolf went to Roach and searched for Swallow. He found it and drank the small vial. Geralt felt better and his wounds closed in a matter of seconds. He went back to the tribune with his potions in a sack. "Who are you?" the king asked. "Geralt of Rivia, I am no ser." the witcher answered.
"Those ghouls and alghoul were sent to kill me. The bastard, who sent me and Dandelion there, wants us dead, but he run low of more dangerous monsters, because he would send a vampire or even a koshchey to get rid of us." Geralt continued. "How did you created the fire from your hand?" lord Stark added. "That was Igni Sign. Signs are the most simple magic, that I can do. We witchers can use only five basic Signs." the White Wolf explained.
"And, I want to sent the prize for winner to help the Wall. They need money and people to defend you from the evil, that was spotted more than once behind the Wall." Lord Stark nodded. He possibly received a raven from Winterfell about that. "And Ned's bastard? Did he tell you, why he joined this tourney?" king Robert asked. "He wanted to give the money to the Wall. We travelled from the Wall together. And he got a dream about a wedding. It contained savages, horses, merchants, exiled knight and dragon eggs." Geralt announced.
"And the dragon eggs aren't hatched. I would feel it. Your world is making from dragons and giant ice walls beacons, that are strengthening magic." the White Wolf finished and went to the table, where was beer served. He needed to drink it, because he was thirsty and the nearest water source was collecting piss and shit from the primitive sewers.
Author's notes:
Hey guys! I only want to tell you, that I appreciate a normal review like: Good story, but needs some improvement.
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