"I wish you good fortune," Lyanna had told her sworn shield that very morning.

"Thank you, my lady," Steve had said to her. His bright azure eyes had gazed at her with such calm that Lyanna couldn't help but feel the mounting trepidation for him.

Somehow, deep down, she knew that something bad was going to happen during the Melee.

Now, Lyanna Stark could only wait with bated breath for the Melee to start.

Her eyes focused on a certain blonde-haired man who stood among the crowd of participants.

Steve Rogers stood there with his strange shield on his arm while his sword remained sheathed at his hip.

Lyanna was nervous for him.

From what Steve told her, this would be the first melee of its kind that Steve would participate in. Lyanna could already sensed the coming misfortune that was about to happen.

Then, without warning, a trumpet was blown to herald the start of the Melee.

Almost at once, Lyanna watched with increasing dread as some of the participants let out a battle cry while they surged towards each other with their weapons drawn out.

Lyanna's eyes never left Steve's figure who hadn't even drawn out his sword yet.

"Why hasn't your sworn shield taken out his sword, Lya?" She heard Benjen ask from beside her.

"I don't know Ben," came her reply as she watched Steve shifted his shield to the side to stop a coming attack from his left, where he then used his shield to hit the man across the chest with such force that the man flew away.

It didn't end there, however. Instead Lyanna watched with wide eyes as Steve Rogers suddenly let his shield fly across the distance of fighting men. She observed how the shield seemed to hit consecutive targets which left men groaning on the ground in its wake. Afterward, she saw the shield came back to Steve, who caught it mid-air.

The crowd of onlookers immediately noticed Steve's way of eliminating his competition. Their gasps of surprise could be heard all throughout the Tourney ground when Steve repeated the process. He let his shield fly once more, where it hit multiple people along the way, right before Steve's strange shield came flying back to him unhindered.

"How is he doing that?" Benjen asked in awe from beside Lyanna, who observed in great worry when she saw some of the fighters in the Melee started noticing Steve and were now making their way towards him. The men's faces were set in furious frowns while their intent was clear with the way they held their weapons in front of them.

"I don't know Benjen," She said, her stomach churning with acid as she watched the group of men drew closer to Steve, who only stood waiting for them. "Perhaps you can ask him once the Melee is over."

Then, Lyanna saw the group of fighters ran to Steve simultaneously, but he was ready for them. She watched when her sworn shield raised his shield up in time to stop a sword from harming him and at the same time he kicked the man, who was about to attack him from behind.

Thereafter, Lyanna had a hard time following Steve's movements. The blonde man was so fast that his actions were like a blur to her. One moment she saw Steve punching a man in the face and the next moment she saw him used his shield to hit his other opponent, who instantly flew yards away at the sheer force of Steve's attack.

Most of the people from the stands were gaping at him now, and even the Melee fighters seemed to be drawn to Steve Roger's fight, who now had a never-ending sea of opponents.

Men were running towards Steve from all sides and in droves, when she thought Steve had defeated one challenger, another person would replace the previous one, and on and on it went. But despite Steve's constant challengers, the man seemed not to tire. Instead the fight seemed to invigorate him all the more.

Lyanna could almost see the determine glint in his eyes as he fought one man after another. His shield flashing while his arms and legs were swift to incapacitate his every opponent.

In utter hopelessness, Lyanna Stark could only watch as Steve was swamped from all sides. His clothes were slashed often. The tight suit that he wore beneath his normal clothes were slowly revealed, but it remained indestructible.

She observed how Steve Rogers knocked out Robert Baratheon with a good punch in the jaw. Afterward, he kicked the Kingsguard, Oswell Whent, in the stomach that the man went flying unto a crowd of Melee fighters.

Steve pummeled men left and right as the crowd cheered him on. His stamina and strength was something to be admired. It was ceaseless and he seemed to have a constant supply of power behind his punches and kicks.

And as he whirled around, Lyanna observed how Steve used his shield to throw and knock away the fighting men who surrounded him. The men flew yards away and the crowd of watchers let out a gasp of shock at Steve's action.

Suddenly, Lyanna heard a bellow as an enormous man charged towards Steve. She couldn't help but cry out when she realized that Steve's back was turned towards the coming giant.

"Steve, behind you!" She called out while the crowd was doing the same. The thousands of onlookers seemed to be rooting for Steve to win the Melee that they let out a shout of warning.

"LOOK OUT!" "BEHIND YOU!" The people shouted and called out to Steve, who instantly turned around to see the enormous man running towards him.

"That's the Mountain that Rides!" She heard someone from House Manderly yell.

Lyanna glanced up in time to see Steve ducked from the Mountain's outward slash. The men surrounding Steve scattered almost instantly, clearly not wanting to be in a fight between Steve and the Mountain.

"The Mountain seems intent to kill him," came Benjen's remark a moment later and Lyanna wrung her hands in concern when Steve lifted his shield up to stop the Mountain's sword from cleaving him in half.

There was a ringing sound that seemed to echo across the Tourney grounds when the Mountain's sword met Steve's round shield. Lyanna could see the shield reverberating from the strength behind the Mountain's downward slash.

"Don't be absurd, Benjen. Killing an opponent in the Melee is prohibited." Lyanna stated. She hoped she was right because as she watched the Mountain attacked Steve Rogers, the giant of a man seemed to be aiming to kill her sworn shield.

The spectators had now fallen silent as they watched the fight between the Mountain and Steve.

Gods, please guide him to victory. Lyanna thought as she bit her lower lip. Her eyes intent upon the two fighting figures in front of her. Lyanna was tempted not to watch the entire fight for fear of something bad happening. Because she could feel it in her bones.

Something bad was about to happen.

All of a sudden, there was chorus of surprise gasps coming from the assembled crowd and Lyanna looked up just in time to see the Mountain grabbing a hold of Steve's shield. However, Steve still got a hold of his shield and she watched with worry when the Mountain tried to tear it from Steve's grip.

But Steve held on. Lyanna could see how his azure blue eyes seemed to be blazing as he glared at the Mountain that Rides.

Then, Steve Rogers moved. He moved so suddenly and gracefully that the people who were watching could hardly catch up to what was going on.

Steve Roger's speed was unmatched. His strength unrivaled. And his fighting skills was absolutely breathtaking and terrifying at the same time that Lyanna saw only brief glimpses of what her sworn shield was doing to his opponent.

Steve Rogers was both an art in motion and a cataclysmic entity.

In that moment, Lyanna saw only a God of War unleashed upon a mere mortal, who dared challenged him.

In that moment, she already knew who would win.