Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 29 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

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Tyrion

Tyrion continued to take in the sights around him, still amazed at the carnage. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing, even though it was right in front of him. Battle had indeed come to King's Landing, it raged through the city, the hastily erected defences had funnelled the fighting to specific parts of the city.

Below he could watch and see men fighting, men dying, so much death. His mind was still reeling from Varys' death, from everything that had been revealed to him during his prison stay and now, seeing the result of everything that had been revealed before him.

So caught off balance and in shock was he that all he could muster in terms of a response was a simple sentence, that barely adequately described what he felt.

"I have...missed much it seems."

Ser Kaleb simply nodded. "Yes, my Lord, the armies of the young man, Gendry, and of Robb Stark both attack us now and we are fighting a losing battle."

Tyrion shook his head. "Yet somehow I am expected to make a difference?"

"You will know when the time comes." Ser Kaleb told him. "You will make a difference, you are coming to the choice Lord Varys spoke of. That choice, will make a difference, will quite possibly change the outcome of this whole battle, or at least, the final result."

Tyrion was perplexed by this; but couldn't ask about it. For at that moment, Ser Kaleb departed, weapon drawn, ready to go down and join the battle himself.

With a heavy sigh, Tyrion decided he might as well make his way down. If something important awaited him, he might as well see it. Securing his crossbow and hefting his axe he began to take the path down. It was steep and treacherous, a path from a formerly hidden cave, to the inner walls.

'Once again I experience the joys of being a dwarf.' He thought bitterly as he stumbled down the path.

Stumbling and biting back curses, he made a very ungallant entrance, tripped and falling the last couple of steps onto the wall. Shaking his head he forced himself upright, only to find himself starting down a Braavosi blade. Standing next to the wielder of said blade was a Dothraki, also bearing a weapon.

Tyrion almost groaned. 'Just my luck to run into these men...Are they, who I think they are, I heard Varys mention them when he thought I wasn't listening once...Cersei's secret police, the Bloodseekers.'

He had a rather sneaking suspicion he was right; the men certainly seemed to fit such a description. Unfortunately, it was clear they recognized him and the Braavosi smirked.
"Well, well, someone let the imp out of his cage." He remarked with savage glee. "All the better for us."

Grinning the Dothraki stepped forwards, raising his weapon, clearly ready to strike. Tyrion knew he had no choice now, he had to react.

He quickly rolled to the side, just as they tried to strike. This resulted in them getting their weapons locked together. Tyrion used that time to ready his axe and try to think; he had no hope of outclassing these men, he had to trick them.

They both turned and stepped apart, both focused on him.

He noted their positions. 'They seek to outflank me now too, make it so I can only defend against one, by exposing myself to the other.'

Growling he decided to act before they finish that move. He quickly charged in, reckless it may have been, but he didn't care, he was desperate. A swing from his axe was met by the Dothraki's blade and parried.

He ducked under the follow up strike, jumped back from the attack from the Braavosi and countered. Yet they clearly had him outclassed. They were a powerful team and he couldn't break them apart.

'Unless...' He wondered; he'd have to react fast, very fast, but it was his only chance.

So he readied himself, this time he waited for them to outflank him. He could, if he was careful, actually turn this against them.

Seeing his opening he took it. 'Now!'

He moved to attack the Dothraki, as expected the Braavosi attacked, as the Dothraki went to strike at him too. He feinted and moved out of the way, just in time. With a cry, the Dothraki and the Braavosi collided, the Dothraki impaled on the Braavosi's blade, right through the heart.

Taking no chances Tyrion threw his axe and was rewarded by it striking the Braavosi in the back. He yelled and fell to the ground, in a heap with his companion, both of them reached the final death throes and Tyrion let out a sigh of relief, they were finished.

Taking stock of his situation he froze as he realized something.

'I am here at the inner wall, one of the last lines of defence, but...' He looked around and froze. 'That's...'

From here he could see his father, they were fighting a warrior Tyrion did not know, for the figure hid their identity behind a helmet. He looked over the wall and saw, in an almost straight line from his current position, down on the streets, Jaime was fighting.

He gasped. 'He's outnumbered, he cannot...But I can't...I must...'

He wanted desperately to help his brother, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed there was only one way to do that. But before he could go, he had to deal with the situation in front of him. It was then he realized.

'This is it, the choice I must make...Who to shoot.' He pondered.

As he thought that, he readied his crossbow and took aim at the fight between his father and the unknown warrior. He only had one shot, one chance, he had a clear line of sight.

'This unknown warrior, who fights on the side of Gendry, the one who seeks to be King...or, my father, the man who has cast a shadow over my whole life...' He thought to himself as he aimed. 'The warrior, or my father...'

It was a short debate and Tyrion made his choice, taking careful aim, he fired.

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

Well, final Tyrion chapter and what a way to end it, on a cliffhanger, who did he shoot? Also, it looks like Cersei's suffered a major blow, only Rodrik remains of the Bloodseekers now.