Daemon clashed swords with Barristan, and the older knight easily flicked his wrist parrying the blade off the side, Daemon used the momentum to turn into the parry and spun around swinging his blade in a downward strike.
Barristan blocked the strike angling it so it fell off to his side, he pivots his foot and uses his offhand to shove Daemon off his feet. The boy falls roughly to the floor and before he can try to stand the man's blade is already at his neck.
Daemon sighs as he lets himself collapse to the floor in surrender "You are talented lad, perhaps even more so than I was at your age but it's clear you have no experience fighting"
Daemon snorts "What do you expect I grew up in a cabin," he said as he got himself back up to his feet.
"Why are we training my sword skills, surely they won't amount to much when faced with aura" he asks.
Barristan laughs "Talent with a weapon can be the difference between victory and defeat, especially between aura users of a similar level"
"Don't underestimate how destructive some weapons can be, that sword of yours could cut through the thickest armour like butter if empowered with aura, so we will drill you on your sword technique" he finishes as Daeron nods his head.
After a few more hours of training they finally stop for the day, they stood by the river as Daemon washed the sweat off his body, he looks at the water slip between his fingers and how it feels on his skin "Do you think you could teach me 'Alchemy Type' aura" he asked Barristan who sat on a stump nearby, the man shook his head "I'm a 'Manipulator Type' while it wouldn't be that hard for me to grasp I haven't trained in that type before"
Daemon nods his head as he goes back to washing a little disappointed, while Martyn had explained how affinities had worked he did want to at least attempt to master the other affinities as well as he could. His type of aura allowed him to do amazing things but he believed to take it to the next level he needed to incorporate the other aspects of aura.
But that was thinking for the future for now he had the basics the master and his current abilities to refine. He stood up from the water and headed out grabbing his clothes from a branch and getting dressed, he and Barristan head back towards camp as it was soon time for Barristan to switch with Jonothor.
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It was late at night and Daemon had woken up by the sounds of crying, his tent was near the Queen's wheelhouse, and he had taken to helping her with the young Prince as none of the servants could calm him. Rhaella did not use a wet nurse for any of her children as she loved feeling the connection to them so it often led to sleepless nights as she tried to calm Viserys. However, the young Prince felt calm with Daemon so he took it upon himself to shoulder the burden of caring for the Prince.
This was the reason why he had gotten out of his tent and headed to the Queen's wheelhouse, Jonothor sat outside the tent asleep which made Daemon sigh 'He's a Kingsguard and he's sleeping on his shift' he thought to himself as he shook his head. He had a key to the door that the queen had given him but found that it was already open causing him to frown and instinctively use 'Suppression' he slipped inside the massive wheelhouse, at the end was where the queen slept which was a bed covered by a large curtain, the prince slept in a cot closer to the door.
He was still crying and now Daemon saw the reason for it was a man dressed in black robes covering his face, he had a sharp dagger that already had blood on it and it was arched upwards about to descend on the Prince. Daemon quickly pushed aura from his legs cracking the wood underneath him and intercepted the downward arching blade wrapping his arm around the attackers so their elbows met and spinning him around throwing him out of the wheelhouse through the wall, Daemon quickly spins around and checked on Viserys, checking his body for any cuts.
He seems fine so he quickly went to check on the queen pulling back the curtain, she lay on her bed with a thin nightgown covering her, long silver hair was sprawled out behind her and covered her pillow, and her body was large chested with large hips and big soft thighs. Daemon had never seen a woman's body before and almost had to slap himself in the face as it wasn't the time to stand there with his mouth open.
"Your grace! You need to wake up, you're in danger!" He said while shaking her shoulder, it took a second but her eyes started to flutter open, but before Daemon could tell her the situation he heard the wolf creek and his senses went wild. He pushed himself backwards and collided with the assailant behind him who had climbed back through the hole. He knocked him back a few feet but he righted himself easier than Daemon thought he would be able to.
Daemon flared his aura before throwing a punch at the assassin only for the man to catch it in his fist. Daemon started to sweat and shiver as a dark malicious aura like nothing he'd ever felt before surrounded the man before him "A man has a job to do, step aside" he said in a tone that seemed to chill the entire room. He kicks at his leg which only has the effect of shifting him slightly but it's enough for Daemon to pivot his foot grabbing the man's arm before throwing him back out the wheelhouse.
"Daemon! What is happening where are the guards!" Rhaella who had awoken was shouting hysterically as she stood up to go to the Prince.
"Stay with the Prince I'll deal with the assassin" Daemon said resolutely as he jumped out of the hole he had made his aura flaring once more. He activated 'Aura Tether' but as soon as it made contact with the mysterious man it felt like it had made contact with fire. He grunted in pain as he withdrew the tether, this had never happened before, he had always been able to use this ability.
'Who is this person!' Daemon thought to himself. It was then he heard fighting from the other side of the camp, the royal procession was quite large which in turn translated to a large camp "A man has hired certain fiends to distract, expect no help" he said his voice like steel cutting into flesh.
Daemon steeled his resolve as he narrowed his eyes "Then I suppose I'll have to defeat you on my own" he said his aura intensifying slightly as he launches himself at the man who side steps Daemons punch kicking his stomach making him splutter almost throwing up last nights dinner. He pushes his body on his hands before twisting his body and attempting a leg sweep only for the man to jump over his legs.
Daemon jumps back up and attempts several hits that are all avoided, he's then punched in the chest and it launches him to the carriage cracking the wood. He lands next to where Jonothor Darry sat only then realising he wasn't asleep but he was dead, an incision being made at the back of his neck. Daemon finds it hard to breathe as that simple punch was able to wind him, he stands up his chest aching he'd need to use 'Fortify'.
He flares his aura and then condenses it into a thick defence, he then looks to the dead Kingsguard next to him and draws his sword out of the sheath enveloping it with his aura as well. He sees the assassin hold out his hand and seemingly conjure a large dagger that had a black blade 'A magician?' Daemon thought as he once again charged at him.
He swung his sword down expecting it to cut through the dagger however it was stopped dead when he blocked it. It was like trying to push a boulder without aura and so he disconnected from the clash and attempted numerous other slashes but was stopped at every turn. He started to use 'Flow' he knew this would be dangerous but he had little choice, he would either need to defeat the man or distract him long enough for Barristan to get here.
Using 'Flow he lessened the amount of aura that surrounded his body to defend and placed it into his arms and sword, if he couldn't cut through the blade he'd bash through him with brute force. It seemingly works as well as each blow that the man blocks forces him back slightly until he starts to put more of his aura into his blade, however, this was what Daemon waited for and so he feints him with an overhead strike before dropping his sword midair and focusing the majority of his aura into his fist and punching at his lightly defended stomach.
The first connects and the air seems to explode violently as the man is launched backwards into a tree behind him, he then quickly snatches the sword back out of the air before it falls to the ground. He looks at the assassin who is already standing up his aura flaring around him.
'I punched him with everything I had' Daemon thought to himself grimly as he got back into a sword stance.
"A boy has earned a man's respect, however, a contract must be fulfilled," he said ominously, with a wave of his hand he conjured several smaller daggers launching them immediately at Daemon who barely had enough time to deflect them with his sword, though he grunts in pain as the last one pierces his shoulder sinking deeply as if his aura was made of wind.
Daemon grabs the blade and rips it out before throwing it on the floor and facing the assassin once more, only his eyes widen when he sees that the assassin isn't there, he looks around him not seeing anything at all, he uses 'Focus' in his eyes and he still sees nothing. His senses go wild as he feels something slash at his back, he feels a blade cut through his aura and into his skin from behind, he falls to his knee before spinning and slashing with his sword only to find it hitting nothing but air.
He felt sweat start to pour down his face as shadows danced around him making him turn in every direction, he focused and composed himself gripping his sword with both hands he used 'Scout' to extend his sensory field. But as soon as he did he felt a chill crawl down his spine as he was able to sense where the assassin was "A boy makes the worst decision he could make" he hears whispered he turns around sword already swinging but the assassin grabs his arm and stabs him in his stomach multiple times before slashing at his throat, Daemon in those vital few seconds only managed to lean out of the way slightly and use 'Flow' to stop the knife from ripping his throat open.
He falls onto his back blood pouring from the multiple stab wounds on his body, he feels his strength start to waver as he looks up at the empty eyes of the man above him. He looks to the wheelhouse and can see the Queen holding the Prince close to her chest, her aura was flaring like a lioness protecting her cub, though it looked as if she had tears falling down her face. It was as if she knew the outcome of what would happen once the man reached the wheelhouse.
In reality, Rhaella wept for Daemon, the boy who was barely a man who had been cut down in his attempt to defend her, she wept for taking him from his love just to die on the cold ground 'I'm so sorry Daemon' she thought to herself as she flared her aura for the first time in years "A man has not come for a woman, but for a little Prince," the man said as he closed in on his target.
Rhaella felt shocked 'Who would hire such a person just to kill a baby' she thought to herself as she placed Viserys back in the cot behind her and prepared to defend him.
She is once again shocked when Daemon grabs onto the man from behind locking his arms around him, his eyes were completely red blood poured out of his mouth "Run! Barristan is on the other side of the camp!"
Rhaella feels conflicted "Daemon I-" but that's all she can get out.
"GO NOW!" He shouts as his aura flares, he struggles to keep the man still even as his muscles bulge and tighten. He can feel another knife slip into his stomach though it has little force so it doesn't go deep. He sees Rhaella grab Viserys and head out of the wheelhouse running to the other direction of the camp where she could be safe. The assassin keeps struggling but Daemon doesn't budge focusing the entirety of his aura on keeping his arms locked around him.
"It's too late... Ser Barristan will keep her safe when she gets there" Daemon states in a low and tired voice as the man starts to try and desperately get out of Daemon's hold. Daemon finds himself struggling to stay awake but tries to hold out as long as he can.
Eventually, it becomes too much and Daemon's mind fades and he passes out.
(AN: So Daemon fights with a faceless man, I can't really remember how the fight goes, I'm not bothering to read this before I put it out. I trust past me to have properly beta'd it. Though with how often I get corrections from you guys I don't do very well. Anyway enjoy)
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