House of The Dragon-A God Amongst Men

(Third Person POV)

As Ser Ryam was helped limp away, Drakken stood there, looking a bit annoyed. 

"Well, isn't this some shit...." He said as he lifted his sword, "The fucker quit....?" 

Jaehaerys was watching this from his seat, "Two serious wounds and he's not fazed one bit..." He said, "The odds are in our favor, however. His skill seems to be around Ser Ryam and hopefully his movements could be sluggish as time passes." 

"I still don't like the looks of this." Alysanne said, "He looks too calm." 

Drakken looked over at the others, "Come on. Who's next?" 

The man who was tallest next to Ser Ronnel Royce stepped forth, "Ser Ryam confirmed that you can be wounded." He said, "That means that you can be defeated." 

Ser Gyles looked at him, "Ser Tristen." He said, "Do not drop your guard." 

"I, Tristen Selmy, will be the one who ends this." The Knight said as he walked inside the arena, "You displayed great skill against Ser Ryam, but with those wounds, there is no chance you will be able to move as quickly as you did against him." 

Drakken's wounds were still pouring out blood, which he could easily feel trickle down his body. 

"Hm." Drakken said, "Come now." 

The Knight drew his sword as he held his shield in his left arm, "Let us dance, monster." 

Drakken lifted his sword and stared at it, "It has been years....and I mean years since my body has gotten accustomed to the sword-fighting." He said as he stared at the blood in the blade, "And weakening myself to this degree didn't help much. That was your advantage. But now that I've warmed up, my body remembers.....the fight with him. The skill that he used was greater than all of the swordsmen in this land and its history combined. Nobody can hope to reach his level." 

Ser Tristen rushed at him, swinging his sword at Drakken who casually parried it in one of the smoothest moves any knight present has ever seen. 

As Ser Gyles widened his eyes in shock at the move, Drakken riposted Ser Tristen and plunged his blade through the Knight's mouth, blood spraying everywhere. 

Jaehaerys widened his eyes, "W-What?!" 

Drakken then swung his sword outwards, cutting through the jaw of the Knight as he immediately dropped to the ground, dead. Blood pooled out of his head as his eyes were shot wide open, shock still remaining in them. 

Drakken smirked, "Come now...." He said with a sinister tone, "Is that all you lot have to offer?!" 

Aemon stared at his, "Impossible!!" He said, "Ser Tristen was skilled enough to give Baelon and I a tough battle at the Melee! H-How!!" 

Ser Gyles was sweating slightly, "That parry was unlike anything I have ever seen." He said, "Even with wounds like those, he was able to move so smoothy and calmly and strike with such ferocity." 

Drakken pointed at the blonde knight, who wore House Reyne's colors, "You're next." He said, "Come." 

The Reyne Knight began to sweat, "who is this monster?" He said

"Ser Jaime...." Ser Gyles said, "If you wish for me to step in your-" 

"No!" Ser Jaime Reyne said as he drew his sword and stepped forth, "My honor will not be questioned. This man was able to defeat Ser Ryam and kill Ser Tristen with ease. If I can pierce his heart, even if he doesn't die, it means that I was able to best him!" 

"Yea, sure." Drakken said as he smirked, "Come on....I don't have all day." 

Ser Jaime stepped inside the arena as the servants dragged Ser Tristan's body away. 

As this happened, Lady Jocelyn was covering her mouth, "I don't know if I can watch this any further..." she said, "So much blood...." 

"This is the cruel reality, Jocelyn." Jaehaerys said seriously, "The lives of these men will not be in vain should one of them pierce his heart. This is necessary! For the Realm!" 

Ser Jaime Reyne assumed a stance and took a step forward, seeing that the wounds on Drakken's body were bleeding still. 

"Hm..." He said

Drakken gestured him over, "Come on." 

Ser Jaime knew that any wrong move meant death, such as what happened with Ser Tristan. But despite this, he felt the urge to just charge in and try his best. 

He took a step forward but Drakken had already rushed him, swinging his sword in a backhanded slash, aiming for Jaime's neck. 

The Reyne Knight was able to dodge the attack and counter with an upward thrust, which Drakken had dodged. Ser Jaime swore he was able to pierce his head but what he had hit was nothing but an image of Drakken that was still registered by Ser Jaime. 

Jaime stepped away and blocked a quick slash by Drakken, "Hnngh!" He grunted, "I..." 

Drakken stepped away with smooth footwork, thrusting his blade at Jaime, piercing the weak point in his shoulder-plate, the blade entering half an inch inside. 

"Aghh!" Ser Jaime shouted in pain

The knight, however, swung his sword as Drakken pulled his away. The blade was parried by Drakken and the god of war simply spun around with such fluid movement that when he straightened up, nobody noticed that he had already cut Ser Jaime's hand off. 

Aemon widened his eyes, "W-What?!" He said 

Ser Gyles was sweating, "What..." 

Jaime's sword fell to the ground as his hand was still clutching it, blood pouring from the end of the arm. 

"A-A-Aghhhh!!!!" Ser Jaime cried out in pain, collapsing to his knees, "Hhhnnngghhghhh!!!!" 

Drakken cracked his neck, placing his bloodstained blade at Ser Jaime's throat, "You yield?" 

Ser Jaime looked at him, his eyes bloodshot as he clutched his bleeding arm. 

"I..." He said, "I will not be humiliated!!!!!" 

Drakken chuckled, "Fine." 

Jaehaerys stood up, "D-Drakken!!" he said, "The Man is in no condition to fight!! You know the very rules you have placed, don't you?!" 

Drakken frowned, "Tch..." He said, "You're not wrong." 

Ser Jaime looked at King Jaehaerys, his face growing paler, "Your Grace, I....I will not...!!" 

"This is no war, Ser Jaime!" Jaehaerys said with a scowl, "Do not die needlessly. These are merely games to him. Do not satisfy his bloodlust!!" 

Drakken stepped back, "Get him out of here." He said as he walked away and stood on the middle of the arena, "Who's next? Which of the two dragon princes is going to step up?" 

Jocelyn frowned, "A-Aemon...." She looked at her husband, "Don't..." 

Alyssa was biting her fingernails, "Baelon, don't be a fool...." 

Baelon had taken a step forward, "I...." He started, "I will-" 

"No." Ser Gyles said as he grabbed the Prince's shoulder, "I will go. I will not have My Prince be harmed before I." 

"But...!" Baelon said

"No." Aemon said as he had a serious expression on his face, "I will go. Ser Gyles, you are the best fighter here. If Ser Ryam was able to wound him, then you could as well. But.....in his current condition, it might not be possible. If Baelon and I could injure him further and slow his movements, you have a better chance. There is no doubt that even without his 'divine' powers, he is not human....he is something out of this world....." 

Drakken had heard this, "I did fall from a star...." He said as a smirk crept on his face, "Come now, Aemon Targaryen!!!" 

"Let's dance!!!"