Game of Thrones: New Era
Chapter 31 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Jaime
Jaime grit his teeth as he fought, using his shield to push back one of his attackers. He knew the odds were against them, but nevertheless, he was determined not to go out without taking as many enemies with him as possible. He and his men fought valiantly; he couldn't ask for finer soldiers to fight beside.
They gave no ground without first watering it with enemy blood, no less valiant was Tyrion's old squire Podrick, who fought directly at Jaime's side. Together they were able to cover each other's deficiencies. Pod's incomplete training and Jaime's still awkward left-handed fighting.
Jaime shook his head. 'There is nothing else for it, we must fight...we go to our deaths now it seems...But I cannot imagine better people to stand and die beside.'
He had to admit, he wasn't surprised or even saddened by that thought. He knew, right from the start that giving battle would be futile. There were just too many enemies, but his father's pride and Cersei's vanity had ensured that they would fight.
'We lost the walls very quickly.' He noted sadly. 'We made one mistake, we arrogantly assumed that Gendry would be just as arrogant, that Gendry would assume we'd surrender without fighting and that he'd be unprepared for us to stand against him.'
He had to admit, it was clever how Gendry and his forces had been able to play that arrogance against them. As such, the walls fell easily.
Now they were being hemmed in, forced to retreat as they tried to fight back. Jaime cut down another soldier, before being forced to block an attack from two more. With a yell Podrick leapt into the fray and cut down one of the attackers, this distracted the other long enough for Jaime to deliver a killing blow of his own.
"Ser..." Podrick gasped.
Jaime shook his head and replied quickly. "It doesn't matter Pod, just fight and take as many with you as you can...That's all that's left to us now."
Podrick bit his head but he nodded. Jaime then saw a warrior coming up behind Podrick, he quickly attacked and killed him, just in time. Pod was startled by this but quickly recovered and they continued to fall back with their men as more fell. Others were surrendering, which was diminishing their force.
'It must be the same throughout the city. All over the place we are being forced to retreat. Some last desperate pockets of resistance, but I don't see any chance for us to win this, or even push them back.' Jaime wondered bleakly. 'Still, we must fight, if we are not to survive this, at least our names be remembered as those who fought and died for their beliefs.'
Strangely, despite this negative outlook, he was not feeling less able to fight, nor, it seemed did many of his men. If anything they were encouraged to fight on.
However with the odds so against them, Jaime was not surprised to find himself left with but a handful of men, with Podrick amongst them. They had retreated as far as they dared, if they went any further, the enemy would be able to break through the inner walls and reach the Red Keep. Now however they were trapped in the street, unable to make a move and were surrounded by the enemy.
'So, this must be where it ends.'
He continued to fight on however; refusing to give up and simply die without making his enemy work for it. His swings were clumsy still, but did the job. He killed two more soldiers as they tried to close in.
"Ser, we...we cannot..." Pod whispered.
He let out a soft sigh. "I know Pod; are you...are you ready?"
Pod swallowed but nodded grimly, preparing himself. Jaime looked up and saw amongst the enemy a young man, one that he was shocked to see; he felt like he had stepped into the past.
He almost gasped. 'He looks like, like Robert Baratheon did, back then...that man must be, he must be Gendry.'
He smirked as he noticed that, the one who would be King, leading the very forces that had come here, to face off against him. He couldn't imagine a better death than that. But; seeing the fear in the faces of his men, he could not help himself.
"Jaime!"
He looked up, startled, somehow, in the midst of all this chaos, Tyrion had got free and was now standing, armed and facing him, standing between him and the army.
"Tyrion, want are you doing here?!"
Tyrion shook his head. "I am here to stop you making a terrible mistake. Just surrender Jaime, there's no reason to go on fighting. I have already joined King Gendry...Father is dead too, what's keeping you fighting?"
Jaime froze, shocked by this, but in the end, he made up his mind.
"No Tyrion, I know what I must do...But Podrick, there, go and join your master again, there is no need for you die it seems." He replied. "The rest of you, feel free to surrender if you wish...I; Father is dead so it seems there is only two outcomes for me."
After a brief pause, the men did indeed surrender, Pod returned to Tyrion's side, looking anxiously back at Jaime.
There was a moment of tension as everyone focused on him. He shook his head, raising his blade.
"I will gladly fight on and face death...I will surrender, only to 'her'." He declared. "No one else."
With that he readied himself, soldiers advanced slowly; clearly confused by his word. But then he heard it, the voice he had been waiting to hear for so long.
"Jaime no!"
He looked up, everybody froze again; Jaime stared in disbelief as Brienne emerged from amongst the soldiers of Gendry's army.
"Enough, Tyrion is right, there is no need for you to die." She called out. "So, surrender."
Jaime couldn't help but smirk. "I believe we need to do things properly, wench."
Rolling her eyes, Brienne sighed. "Jaime Lannister, you are trying my patience...Urgh, Jaime Lannister, I demand you surrender to me now."
"As you wish...My Lady." He replied; dropping his sword.
Shaking her head Brienne approached and seized his arm before dragging him away, meanwhile, the army advanced.
"You fool, you could've been killed." She snarled.
Jaime smiled. "That was my intent...I'd rather die than be captured by anyone other than you."
Brienne looked shocked and tried to cover it by forcing him to march out of the city. While she escorted him, Jaime simply let out a sigh as he finally accepted the truth, the battle was indeed now lost.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
Well, that's the last Jaime chapter and we're drawing closer to the reveal of the Silent Warrior's identity :)