Jaime was bored as he sat on the branch of a large tree, he was eating an apple that he had in the small knapsack he carried, he was desperate to fight, especially this Brotherhood as he had heard many stories about the different people in the Brotherhood and how skilled they each were.
While he did want to save Lord Crakehall as well he couldn't say he cared too much about him, he had long since surpassed the man in his skills though he had yet to gain any meaningful experience. However, that would change now and he would finally get to test how strong he was.
Jaime frowned as he saw a small kid run into the forest, While this wouldn't be too unusual these weren't exactly normal circumstances, Jaime used 'Suppression' and jumped from the tree landing on the ground, he then followed the kid who kept running into the forest.
Jaime became more and more suspicious as he went, the kid was clearly going somewhere, no kid who was just playing would do so by running in a single direction.
After an hour of following the kid, they finally came to a rocky area with a large cave, in front of the cave was a camp that had been set up. Jaime stopped at the tree line and watched as the kid ran to the camp.
A man with light brown hair and dressed in armour stood up as the boy approached him, he knelt next to the boy as he whispered in his ear. A frown marred the man's face as he stood up and shouted, though Jaime didn't hear what was said.
Jaime's heart began to beat fast as he realised this must be the camp where the Brotherhood had set up and he immediately turned around and began to run back to the village to tell Daemon. Not even he was arrogant enough to believe that he could take on the brotherhood by himself, he even had doubts that he and Daemon could beat them together.
Jaime felt a shiver down the back of his neck and immediately dove to the ground just in time for an arrow to shoot past him, Jaime looked up and saw the arrow had pierced through the tree in front of him making a pickhole in its bark 'Hells' he thought to himself as he flared his aura and turned around withdrawing his sword as he did so.
Behind him were seven people who each had their auras surrounding them, they all looked strong but a few of them looked as if they could kill Jaime without a second thought. He knew he was in trouble but he would rather fight to the death than run away and be shot in the back.
The one in the centre, the armoured man with light brown hair stood forward "And who might you be? Oswyn here reckons you're a spy, while Wenda thinks you're just a squire trying to make a name for himself, Regardless, I am Simon Toyne" he said with a small bow.
When he looked back up he frowned "It is considered rude not to introduce oneself when greeted, perhaps you are a spy" Simon stated
Jaime gritted his teeth "I am not a spy, I am Jaime Lannister the squire of Lord Crakehall"
As the words left his mouth two of the men groaned while the woman cackled, The two men each handed her a sack of coin "I knew it" Wenda stated.
"Well as you were truthful I will allow you one request before your death, While I could take you hostage I doubt a man as hard as Tywin Lannister would give me anything without trying to kill me," Simon said as he fingered his own sword.
Jaime considered it for a moment, he then had an idea, one that might let him live passed the next few minutes "I want a fair fight" He said clearly, it made some of them chuckle while others just shook their heads.
Simon just shrugged before withdrawing his sword "Very well, I suppose I can grant you a warriors death"
He then looks to his companions "Ben, Wenda, Dick, and Ulmer go to the village and get rid of his companion" They all nod their heads and leave while the Smiling Knight and Oswyn stay.
"Smile, Oswyn do not get involved just stay back and guard the prisoners with the others" Simon commanded, The Smiling Knight with his ever-broad smile looked disappointed but followed the orders he was given.
"Now boy, let's see what you can do"
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Daemon sat around a fire pit as the soup was made, he had made conversation with different villagers and it seemed they all had the same grievance. The King had taken away much of their rights in the past few years, while they used to be able to hunt a certain number of stag each year, this was taken down to zero on the King's order. They have also been restricted in the amount of farmland they can use as the King wanted his Forest to be flawless. They had been surviving the past year on small game and gathering what berries and nuts they could though it wasn't enough.
Daemon knew these people weren't unique, many suffered under the increasingly worse rule of Aerys. While he couldn't do anything for them now but feed them, he hoped in the future he would be able to improve their life "We can't even repair our own homes as the King has decreed we may no longer fell trees in this forest" Halmar complained as he spooned some strew into his bowl, he did the same for those around him finally giving Daemon one as well which he thanked him for.
"We are in difficult times my friend, though I am sure they will not last forever," Daemon said as he lifted the bowl to his mouth to drink.
"No, they won't... change is coming," Halmar said mysteriously.
Daemon looked at him with confusion and a hint of suspicion "What do you mean by that?" He asked.
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Soon the Kingswood will be free from the corruption of the throne," He said as he stood up around the pit and went towards his door, Daemon felt a shiver down his spine as he also stood up. When Halmar opened the door he was met with someone who looked familiar, It was Ben, the man who had shown up in Kings Landing and attacked the carriage when they transported Elia to the Red Keep.
"So that's how it is..." Daemon said with a sigh, while he couldn't exactly blame these people it didn't make him any less unhappy about the situation.
As Ben opened his mouth to speak, a sudden surge of energy filled the rickety wooden house. Daemon's aura flared brilliantly, its intensity radiating through the confined space. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, his body a blur as he executed a powerful forward kick.
Ben, momentarily taken aback by the sudden surge of energy and unable to respond in time, was caught off-guard. The force of Daemon's kick struck him squarely, propelling him with incredible velocity. He was sent hurtling out of the doorway, his aura flaring in an attempt to protect himself, but it was too late to prevent the impact. With a deafening crash, Ben crashed into an already collapsed house in the village.
The splintering of wood and the dust cloud that followed the collision told of the devastating force of the impact. Ben lay amidst the debris, dazed and battered, the remnants of the shattered house now his unwilling refuge.
Daemon turned towards Halmar "I understand why you side with them, but the King will not, Stay out of this fight, if you refuse to then I will let the King know of your disobedience" his words were delivered with the coldness of ice and Halmar could only find himself nodding as he walked backwards falling into his seat. Daemon turned outside and began to walk towards Ben intent on finishing him off quickly after asking a few questions, however as he did so he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
Daemon reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, his aura-enhanced instincts guiding his every move. The first arrow, pulsing with lethal energy, whizzed dangerously close as he executed a quick sidestep, the shock of air disturbance grazing his skin. He moved with a dancer's grace, a fraction of a second determining life or death. The second arrow, aimed with deadly precision, missed his head by a hair's breadth as he instinctively ducked. The third arrow, an ominous harbinger of death, sailed perilously close, and Daemon executed a breathtaking flip in the air, his lithe form twisting gracefully to evade the deadly projectile.
The arrows, suffused with potent aura, struck their targets with unerring accuracy. They embedded themselves deeply into whatever they struck, an eerie testament to the malevolent power coursing through them. Yet Daemon couldn't afford to dwell on the remarkable accuracy of these attacks. His senses tingled with anticipation, alerting him to impending danger. He spotted Ben, undaunted by the failed arrow assault, charging toward him with his massive Warhammer clutched menacingly in his grip.
Daemon and Ben squared off, their contrasting auras crackling like an impending storm "Unsheathe your sword boy, I don't want you to die too quickly" Ben growled as he gripped his Warhammer
Daemon smirked at him and patted the sword on his belt "I don't think I'll need him for someone as simple as you,"
Ben, a hulking behemoth of a man, swung his colossal Warhammer with earth-shaking force. His strikes, while terrifying in their ferocity, were met by Daemon's litheness and aura-wrapped precision.
As the Warhammer descended like an executioner's blade, Daemon calmly stepped to the side, his aura-enveloped body moving with an almost unnatural grace. The massive weapon whistled through the air, leaving a gaping void in its wake. It was an awe-inspiring display of power and speed, yet Daemon seemed unfazed.
With a deceptive nonchalance, Daemon launched his counterattack. His fist encased in a shimmering aura, surged forward like a cannonball. Ben attempted to block with his warhammer, but Daemon's strike hit home. The impact reverberated like thunder, sending shockwaves through Ben's burly frame. The force of the blow was enough to lift him off the ground and stagger back, his aura wavering "Would you still like me to use my Sword?" Daemon said mockingly which only served to piss Ben off even more and he flared his aura even more launching into a flurry of swings.
Intriguingly, Daemon didn't dodge every blow; sometimes, he welcomed them. When Ben swung his Warhammer horizontally, aiming to break Daemon, Daemon calmly extended his hand. The Warhammer, crashing towards him, met Daemon's outstretched arm, which was cloaked in a protective aura. The collision between the Warhammer and Daemon's aura sent sparks flying, but Daemon remained unyielding.
In another exchange, Daemon's speed defied comprehension. As Ben lunged forward with a devastating overhead swing, Daemon sidestepped the weapon's path and, in the blink of an eye, delivered a punishing punch to Ben's exposed side. The impact created a sickening thud, and Ben grimaced in agony as his aura flared in a futile attempt to absorb the shock.
Daemon's punches and kicks were not just incredibly strong; they possessed an uncanny precision. His strikes targeted the chinks in Ben's formidable aura, exploiting vulnerabilities with ruthless efficiency.
As the battle raged on, the field around Daemon and Ben became a gruesome tableau. The echoes of each bone-shattering impact seemed to blend into a macabre symphony, their auras clashing in a fiery crescendo "It seems I was mistaken to even honour you with my hands, I'd say next time I could try and cover my eyes but I'm afraid you won't be leaving this village" Daemon said coldly.
(AN: Poor Ben, looks like he isn't in the same league as our boy here. Anyway enjoy)
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