As An Eagle Flies (A House Arryn Quest)

The Torney Part 4: Protective instinct.

You immediately grabbed Aerys' shoulder and jumped into the Tournament grounds, off the box, and into the dirt.

The yelp from Aerys was loud and completely justified, as he seemed unprepared for the jump that the both of you made.

You hit the ground with a thud, dust flying into the air as the mysterious assassin pushed his way to the King's Box.

Tywin and Joanna seemed to have been grabbed the Westerling that was talking to them. Leaving on the King and Queen there alone.

Aegon Vs Assassin Part 1:1D100 => 69+20=89 vs 1D100 => 4+30=34


The Assassin had his sword drawn, and the heavy armor that he wore made him ready for battle. The King, dressed in silks and visibly unarmed, looked quite defenseless, especially with his Queen still by his side, trying to get him to move.

He knew he could not run and jump, the potential to be injured or his wife killed was far too likely to become a hostage or be killed.

You knew he must have seen that as well. The dagger on the table was now in his hands, and the king looked rather proficient in it.

The Assassin swung his blade high, to take off the kinds head in a singular strike. But the blades swing was wild and lazy, and the King, benefiting from his lack of Armor, ducked, allowing the enemy assassin to become off balance.

The King tackled the Assassin into the Tourney ground, his arms wrapping around the armor and tugging it.

The dirt kicked up again, as the heavy suit and the king on the ground. The armored assassin turtling to defend himself, while the king could move quickly on his feet.

You and Areys rolled away, doing your best to stay away from the fight and hope that another person, presumably a knight with combat experience would come and save them.

And the king too, but at the moment, His Grace was kicking this Assassins Ass.

Aegon vs Assassin Part 2: 1D100 => 37+20=57 vs 1D100 => 27+30=57

But the Assassin seemed to move like the wind in his armor and stood up.

There was no blood, but he was shaken. The King was also shaken, but he was purely focused on the man who was trying to kill him.

A Pale Rider:1D100 => 78-20=58 vs 1D100 => 6+30=36

"Get Down!" A voice shouted.

You turned your head and saw Steffon, somehow still conscious and holding a lance in his hand, with Nymeria keeping the reins of the horse and keeping it steady.

The King immediately dived to the ground, while the assassin could only watch in horror as the Lance entered his helmet.

A moment later, the lance snapped and exploded into several thousand splinters.

A moment after that, the assassin lay motionless, blood leaking out of his face from an open hole in his neck, and a thousand cuts on his face.

You puked, and Aerys followed suit soon after.

And the entire world seemed to go sideways.
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The Tournament was canceled after that event, with the King expressing his apologies to the knights that had traveled so far away from their homes to participate in the city.

But you were not focused on the King, or on the fact that there was the potential to die today.

You were focused on:

[]The Injured Steffon: Your friend had been badly hurt by the arrow, the fall and the horse that stomped him. The Ceremonial armor was still made of steel, and he would be alright… eventually.

[]The Traumatized Nymeria: She nearly died today as well, if Steffon hadn't worn his armor, if she hadn't been quick to grab the reins… If she hadn't helped Steffon onto his feet and stabilize the Lance to kill the Assassin.

[]The Befuddled Lannisters: The Lannister duo were… lost, to say the least. Tywin put up a front of cold calculating indifference, but he was pacing up and down the hall trying to think. And Joanna is rather… well, she was sobbing.

[]Aerys' Drawing: He's drawing again, muttering to himself that he couldn't let it happen again.

[]Your Father: He's here? How? Why?

AN: Enjoy.