I'm looking forward to seeing her in action. An interlude from the PoV of a detachment of Tyroshi soldiers who keep dying to arrows striking from an unseen source would be fun, too.
While he would never admit so out loud, Jalaerys was quacking in his boots and he didn't really feel any shame for that. A city guard like him was meant to break up a fight between drunkards or arrest the odd murderer, not
repel an invasion. Especially not something like what was happening to Tyrosh right now. The ships had come in the dead of night and the Blood Tower had given no warning about it, the entire fleet only being spotted when it was close enough for the guards on the walls to see them. And then came the dragon. Nobody knew if it was really one or if it was the last Dragonlord using his fell magic to become one. Even now some of the other guards around him debated the issue, some claiming a beast having come for them like the stories told about Tolos, while others thought they saw the Targaryen in that half glimpsed shape and spoke of the heir of Valyria coming for what was his.
It didn't matter terribly much in the end, since nobody had any idea what was going on, let alone why. After that dragon had circled the city twice, it disappeared again and the explosions started. Screams could be heard and flames glimpsed over the roofs, but the inferno some dreaded had not happened. No one had heard about the Second Sons, some claiming they had fled in defeat, others that they turned their cloaks and joined the attackers. Instead there where rumors about
demons walking the streets. Some spoke of black armored figures that crushed all in their path, others of misshapen beasts that slaughtered civilians. Some even said these demons fought against each other. A few of the lesser noble houses where trying to organize something resembling a defence, while no word was coming from the inner city. The forty families there had probably shut themselves in with their Unsullied to weather the storm. That some spoke of screams and unnatural lights coming from their manses might mean that they failed.
As a lone horse approached them through the darkness, the two captains that found their way to the barracks with them called for attention. Fat lot of good it had done them to come here, for the armory was picked clean. With talk about the slave pens near the markets emptying out, it was not hard to guess where their gear had gone. Out of the darkness came a rider in fancy and expensive looking armor, though the elaborate helmet resembling a golden hawk was more gaudy then intimidating, his horse making a series of weird thudding sounds as it stopped. The noble lifted his arm to get their attention, but as he opens his mouth to speak, no words come forth. Instead a veritable torrent of blood flows from his lips, choking out any noises he might have wished to make. For a long moment, the man stares in incomprehension at the red coating his armor, before he gracelessly slides from his saddle and lands face first on the cobblestone.
The whole plaza was dead silent as everyone took in the four arrows that stuck in the nobles back. The frail looking wood had punched right through his plate. Jalaerys wished nothing more then being home with his wife right then, yet he couldn't just run away with so many witnesses who could attest to his desertion. Dreading the orders he might get, he looked to the two captains like many others around him. As he saw the two, his breath caught in his throat. Both captains stood there, still as statues, with two arrows each coming out of the eye holes of their helmets. Like the noble before them, the fell to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. And so Jalaerys of Tyrosh turned and ran, the confused few of the city guard around him following suit.
Edit: This is why I gave her Mosquitos Bite. It just makes such great horror movie material.