Wylis wasn't sure about the last quest involving killing children, but he had every intention of completing the other two.
Swoosh!
His first arrow pierced straight through the helmet of one of the Tarly men. Then came his second, and soon followed the third.
Wylis never went close to them and shot arrows while riding. What mattered was to disrupt the momentum that Lord Tarly had gained. He circled, killed the men, and rushed away before anyone could respond. When some horsemen came after him, he cut them down easily by spooking their horses with a tiny, but sharp pebble sliding between their hooves.
Single-handedly, he ended two dozen soldiers, and that was noticeable by Robert's side, gaining back momentum. The Tarly army's confidence stemmed from the guarantee that Tyrells would arrive with reinforcements.
"Cut them down like pigs! No mercy for the Mad King's dogs!" Wylis shouted, finally stepping into the fray. He left his horse behind, gripping his greatsword with both hands.
Instead of joining Robert, Wylis joined the clash where Robert's men looked weak. He rushed and boosted morale while swinging his sword with certain death. He didn't move to the front like a mindless animal and only focused on supporting the men.
The quest was clear: he needed victory while only receiving flesh wounds. But he also wanted to win fame, that was his personal quest.
"Slit their throats! Stab their chests! I stand with you!" Wylis yelled and blocked a spear piercing his way. He deflected it and rammed his six-foot-long sword into the minor knight's chest, ending him. His sword alone was as long as their spears.
Thud!
Thud!
At the same time, he was using earthbending to trip the enemy soldiers here and there. That gave plenty of chances to Robert's men to stab.
"Haaa!" Wylis ensured the men knew why they were winning. He roared and kept his presence known at all times.
Clank!
"Ha!"
He alone clashed with three men, overpowered them with pure strength, and his technique was impeccable. He blocked, countered, and spun—three heads flew in the air at the same time from a single strike.
In that battlefield, other than Robert, there was nobody who could challenge him much. The only men who could kill him were buried in dirt; some were still in King's Landing, and even then, they wouldn't succeed unless they came in crowds.
"No time to slow down! Move your damn asses!" Wylis shouted as if he were their Lord. But they obeyed him anyway. A seven-foot-tall walking menace wasn't meant to be defied.
Thud!
Thud!
Any enemy knight that was too good or posed a challenge to his men tripped and got stabbed.
But this won't help me.
Using Earthbending like that would earn him victory, but the glory wouldn't be his. Nobody knew he was the one tripping the enemies. For his future, to sire countless bastards with countless noble women, he needed legendary fame.
"Out of my way! Tarly dies by my hand!"
No greater fame than killing the commanding Lord.
And since there was already plenty of beef between him and House Tarly since the tourney, Wylis had no reason to hold back. He'd killed Lord Tarly's younger brother; that was a blood feud now. And he'd rather end it before it grew.
"Aaaargh!"
"N-No!"
Wylis moved like the giant he was. He thrust his blade into four men at the same time, and then kicked the chest of the first man and pulled his blade out. When the other Tarly men tried to surround him, he made them trip, leaving him a way out, and when he walked, he made sure to slam his massive foot on chests as hard as he could.
Slow, painful death with broken ribs and punctured lungs. Seeing that, fear seeped into those wanting to attack him. They'd rather fight him with a blade than come in his way.
Fuck!
But Wylis did have a weakness. There were a lot of men with spears around him, and they made sure to poke him, stab him. The quest limited his injuries to flesh wounds, and he was careful of that.
Clank!
Clash!
Dammit! I do need fucking plate armor.
Ignoring the pricking stabs, he continued to storm forward, leading Robert's men. He cut through the battlefield and inched closer to Lord Tarly. Robert was on the other side, so the man couldn't see him.
"Give me that!" Wylis shouted and grabbed a spear aimed to stab him. He yanked it closer, pulled the man holding it. In a quick motion, he beheaded the soldier and threw that same spear with precision.
"Neeeeeigh!"
Not far away, a horse whinnied in pain and raised its front hooves, but instead of stopping, it fell backward entirely. Lord Tarly, on its back, was crushed down by the horse's weight.
"POUR YOUR LIFE INTO IT!" Wylis roared and wasted no time. He stopped holding back on Earthbending as well, making men stumble, slip, or just get stuck. They wouldn't live to tell the tale anyway.
Slash!
Splatter!
He beheaded, and that was his signature move for the realm to remember. Being a man so tall, it was easier for him to aim at their heads than at their bodies.
Woosh!
Each swipe of his blade ended lives.
A clear path was paved in blood and corpses. And soon, he stood before the fallen horse and Lord Tarly stuck underneath it.
Future or now, he'll die anyway.
"So why not now?!"
With a roar, Wylis butchered the last few knights standing who tried to protect their lord. When he truly reached crippled Lord Tarly, the man looked as if he'd accepted death. There was no begging, no pleading, no talking. It was pathetic to go down without even a fight, but far more shameful to beg.
Slash!
Wylis swung his blade low and with buttery smoothness, beheading the Lord of Horn Hill. Then, he did what he should: spread his name. He grabbed the chopped head, removed the helmet, and raised it by the balding hair for all to see.
"Your Lord is dead! Surrender!"
Wylis roared as loud as he could, holding the head high above him. Plenty of heads turned, and following those, others turned. Of course, not all of them would surrender as they were the Tyrell army, not the Tarly. Yet, once the first man dropped the sword, it was impossible for others to stop.
Clank!
Thud!
In no time, the battle was over.
"Oh?"
Wylis noticed something beside the headless body of Lord Tarly. It was a jeweled scabbard, holding a large greatsword.
"Such wonderful luck, I'll cherish it." Wylis grabbed the sword, the famed two-handed Valyrian steel sword, Heartsbane.
Of course, he was wrong to take it. By common logic, he was entitled to arms and armor for killing a lord in open battle. But heirlooms were different; they were tied to noble houses, not to one lord.
Yet, Wylis didn't care. Why should he when he was fighting for the winning side? One word from Robert after taking the throne and the sword would become the House Kaiser's official property.
"BAHAHA! You wild ox! I thought you'd grown roots or died drunk in a ditch! Where the hell have you been?"
Robert roared past the surrendered men, laughing, grinning, sweating, and gave Wylis a brotherly hug like they were long-lost childhood friends.
Wylis let out a short laugh and tossed Randyll's head aside. "Been hunting in Kingswood, waiting on your sorry ass to show up. The Mad King lost it, fucker wanted to sacrifice me and make a stew out of my body for some magical dragon blessing."
Wylis deliberately revealed that information since nobody knew it. He needed the people to know why he ran away from King's Landing. That he wasn't loyal to the Mad King.
"Oh? Ha! No damn wonder he's offering a million gold for your head. But it ends now." Robert declared. "We'll bash that bastard's head on the Iron Throne he squats on. First though, we take the silver-haired whore-son who stole my Lyanna and feed him to the wolves."
Wylis' jaw tightened subtly. He ended up nodding and agreeing to it all. He didn't hate Robert. Heck, he somewhat liked the man. Sure, he'd be a shit king, but as a man of war, Robert was gifted.
But Lyanna was one girl he would never give up on. She may have been promised to Robert, and belonged to him by right, but to Wylis, she belonged to him by love. And now, their son.
"Let's not linger. We should rally with Eddard while we still can. Ashford won't hold long, and there's no use wasting men here. The Tyrells have numbers; we don't. Storm's End may be their next move. Best to warn them to gather food and steel the walls for a long siege."
Robert wasn't dumb. He was already on the verge of losing, if not for Wylis managing the losing side of the battlefield. "Aye, let's do that. Ned's waiting on us."
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