Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 27 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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The Silent Warrior

Ducking underneath a partially fallen wall, the warrior immediately deflected an attack by a waiting soldier and swiftly cut him down. They looked around at the carnage, the fighting was growing intense. They just barely had time to take this all in when they were forced to block another attack, this time using their dagger to kill their assailant.

Pushing the body aside they leapt forwards and killed another soldier.

'This is my chance, my last chance.' The warrior noted to themselves. 'After this battle, it will all be over, I must ensure that I...I do something worthwhile; something that will aid our victory.'

The warrior had sought to prove themselves this whole time; yet now was the final battle, their last chance to do so. Even as they thought that they readied themselves, facing off against three soldiers at once. Using their superior speed they dodged or deflected many of their attacks, waiting for the right moment.

Seeing their chance they struck, striking the joints, the weak points of the armour, killing one of their attackers. Clearly shocked by this, the other two soldiers faltered. This was all the warrior needed to finish them off in the same way, using both their weapons together.

Shaking their head the warrior sighed. 'Underestimating me, what a foolish mistake.'

Still, they had a reprieve, they could use it, try to figure out the situation and maybe see the chance they had been looking for.

So, taking advantage of their reprieve, the warrior decided to get a different view of the battlefield, namely to try and see it from above. The damage done had created many fissures in the buildings, these formed excellent hand and foot holds.

So, using them the warrior scaled the nearest building and climbed a slightly higher one. They perched on a small ledge on the side of the building and looked around. From here the entire battlefield was more or less visible.

The warrior shook their head. 'Not that there is much of one. Apart from the breach in the wall, where our army is still coming through, having taken over the walls at last, we've been funnelled down three streets, the rest are all blocked off and our enemy is all crushed together.'

From here the warrior could see how the final battle had really become three separate battles all aiming for the same objective and from their vantage point, they could see how all three battles were progressing.

'King Robb and Lord Davos each led armies down two of the routes, they've fought well it seems, but they've stalled...They're being held back.' The warrior noted; becoming slightly worried. 'One route is blocked by The Mountain, the other by the Kingslayer.'

From here, in their Kingsguard armour, Gregor Clegane and Jaime Lannister stood out, each had prevented the progress of the advancing armies well.

While all three routes led to the Red Keep, it was clear the enemy was taking no chances, many rooftops had archers to fire down on the advancing armies. The warrior then surveyed the third army, progressing down the middle route; the one led by King Gendry.

'They've made the most progress, they are...almost to the Red Keep, but they've stalled too...' The warrior noted. 'But why, how…?'

They soon for their answer as they peered carefully at the inner wall, forming the last line of defence against the attacking army. There on the battlements, leading the defenders against King Gendry's men, was Tywin Lannister himself.

The warrior grimly tensed. 'So, that is it...'

It was then the warrior saw their chance. Hearing a shout, they spotted an archer below them, having saw them. Acting before the archer could draw an arrow, the warrior simply dropped from the ledge, dagger out. They landed on top of the archer, using the body to break their fall, at the same time stabbing the dagger into his neck.

They retrieved their weapon and began to swiftly cross the rooftops, killing archers as they went, focusing on their target.

'You're mine!'

With that thought echoing in their head, they reached the inner wall, used the crumbling holes to scale it and soon they spotted Tywin Lannister, currently alone on the wall, only a few feet before them. They drew their weapons again and landed silently before lunging directly at him.

The warrior didn't know what tipped Tywin off, but something must have, for he suddenly turned and brought his sword up to block. The warrior's momentum made them both stumble, but their blades remained locked together.

"A bold attempt, but foolish." Tywin snarled.

The warrior merely growled before leaping backwards. Tywin straightened up and, after a brief look around to clarify he was indeed alone, gazed steadily at the warrior.

"So, single combat it is then. I hope you are ready." He spoke calmly; focused.

The warrior raised their blades, waiting again for that perfect moment. Seeing this, Tywin slowly raised his blade into a defensive stance and began to cautiously approach.

The warrior paid attention to every detail. 'A difficult opponent to read...no fault in his stance, cautious, aware I'm looking for mistakes...This might get, ugly.'

Finally, after a long pause, Tywin made the first move, attempting to strike the warrior directly on the helmet, the warrior blocked and counter with an attack of their own, Tywin however easily parried and then came in to attack again. It was almost instantaneous, the warrior very nearly missed it, that brief hint of Tywin's true intentions.

Luckily they caught it and instead of blocking Tywin's strike they waited and when he suddenly twisted, feinting to attack from another angle, they blocked the feint and pushed him back. Tywin countered and the warrior dodged as best they could, they heard the harsh screech of steel on steel and felt a slight stinging pain.

Leaping back they recovered and observed, there was a long scratch across their breastplate now, as a shallow cut to their left shoulder.

Shrugging the injury off they went to attack again; this time attempting to make an opening appear. They locked blades with Tywin and, as they tried to overpower each other, used their dagger to strike him in the right hip, the blade didn't go deep however and Tywin forced the warrior back.

He was injured, but only slightly, much like the warrior themselves.

Just as the warrior attempted to attack again however there was a ring of steel on steel and the warrior stumbled back, someone else had parried their blow. The warrior tensed as they observed this new fighter, so too did Tywin.

"Who are you?" He remarked at once.

The man smirked lightly. "Rodrik Hill, at your service, Lord Tywin.

The warrior remained tense, the odds had shifted, they weren't facing one master swordsman now, they were facing two.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Well, second last chapter for the Silent Warrior, at least, under that identity, as we are getting closer to the unveiling, Sunday's chapter will reveal, at last, who the Silent Warrior truly is.