Jaqen obliged, being a resourceful man of many talents. He went ahead and spoke with someone, showed a coin to that man, and right away, Robert was guided through the Gates of Fate, the entrance to the pit. There were names of fallen fighters engraved at the gate.
No armor, no helmet, just Robert with his great sword walked into the pit. Although the Pitmaster who guided him tried to speak with him, Robert didn't understand the language. The only thing Jaqen had told him was that the last man standing would be the winner. And currently, the pit had 10 men, 1 hungry lion, 1 angered rhino, and 1 massive bull.
Simple enough, it was too easy for Robert.
Like a bull more furious than the real one in the field, Robert ran in with his massive sword up in arms. His size, his muscular arms visible, the mere sight of him was a spice that charged the crowd.
The men and women at the descending tiers of benches roared in excitement. Robert drank in the view for a moment, wondering how many people were there. The bottom seats were the nobles, and the far back in the height were the slaves, that was all he knew.
But he had no grand ambitions of liberating the city or changing their culture. He was the King of Westeros, and he'd long accepted that his duty was only to the Seven Kingdoms. To keep the Kingdoms safe, he was ready to go to any length. Kill, fuck, lie—he no longer held himself back.
Even less so in that disguise of a crass Westerosi giant.
"Haaaaa!"
With no care of the world, Robert pounced at the nearest man and slashed his blade from the top. The armed gladiator was taken by surprise and lost his life—cleaved in half from his head to his cock. As each part of his body fell to their respective sides, the organs spilled out, followed by a gruesome splash of blood.
"Wraaaa!" Robert proved himself to be a feral man. Money's worth for all those who paid to come to the arena that day.
As soon as he made his presence known by his first kill, the remaining nine gladiators became worried. They not only had to fight the animals but now that giant of a man too.
Some tried to group up and deal with Robert.
A big mistake.
Robert merely danced on his feet in a circle, blade held perpendicular to his body. Four heads flew in the air. Then, four bodies landed lifelessly with loud thuds.
Were they slaves? Were they good people? Robert didn't care, for they were not Westerosi.
"Haha!" He laughed menacingly and chased after the last five men left. One after another, he caught them and killed them, but one of them surrendered by throwing his spear.
Robert let the man live and finally focused on the animals.
This was the first time Meereen witnessed a human physically, with his bare arms, brawl with a lion and subdue it. The lion roared and bit into Robert's flesh, only for Robert to force open the feral cat's jaw. Robert then ended it with a chokehold on the lion's neck under his mighty arms.
But he didn't kill the voiceless creature and focused on the rhino instead. Dealing with the running boulder was tough but not impossible. Robert physically lifted the rhino with both arms above his head, a feat far simpler than stopping an elephant's stomp for him.
Coated in blood from head to toe, Robert turned left and right with the rhino still raised above his head.
"Haaaa! Is that all you have?! Disappointing!"
Boom!
Robert threw the rhino into the stone wall at the edge of the arena, not killing it or mortally wounding it.
Finally came the bull, who only took a small punch from Robert and ran away in fright. The simplest of all.
The battle didn't even last an hour.
Robert entered. Dominated the pit and won, making it look easy when every man and woman sitting there knew this performance edged on insanity.
Either they were insane.
Or the new fighter in the pit.
But one thing was certain. The loud cheers didn't stop for the whole 15 minutes.
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A month went by, and Robert's fame grew. Many Great Masters tried to buy Robert from Jaqen, but it was easily made clear that Robert was no slave. In Jaqen's own words, 'Can you even enslave him?'
It wasn't easy for the Pitmaster either. Finding a challenge for Robert was proving to be a greater challenge than anything Robert faced. They'd already made Robert fight ten elephants, thirty lions, and one hundred top warriors of all of Meereen's pits.
Each time, Robert won.
Now, the pitmaster had no idea what to do with Robert. The crowd loved the display, no doubt. They also made a lot of money. But Robert kept demanding greater challenges for himself or threatening to leave.
But just when Robert was on the verge of losing patience, panic swept the city, and all fighting pits stopped their schedules. Word spread that an army of Unsullied stood outside the city walls, demanding the city's surrender.
Following Jaqen, Robert went to the city wall where the Great Masters sat and watched the Unsullied army and laughed, feeling safe in their city. But Robert's focus was on the army and that bright spot among the dark armor, long ashen hair, pale skin, and blue garb. No doubt, it was Daenerys Targaryen.
She's short. Robert muttered and looked around. Where are the dragons?
Soon enough, he saw a man from the city go out and take a piss in the direction of the invading army. But soon enough, the laughter vanished from the Great Masters' faces as the man was slain by one of Daenerys' men.
"Who is he?" Robert asked.
Jaqen beside him knew everything. "A man is Daario Naharis. Once a lieutenant of the Second Sons until he slew his own commanders and took their place. Now, he serves Daenerys."
"Interesting." Robert eyed the man with keen interest, his palm itchy.
Just then, Daenerys' feminine, loud voice started to echo. But the language she spoke was unknown to Robert. "Daenerys jalma…"
"What is she saying now?" Robert asked.
Jaqen translated, albeit in his own speech style. "A girl is called Daenerys Stormborn. Perhaps the masters have whispered lies, or perhaps they have spoken nothing at all. It is no matter. A girl does not speak to them. A girl speaks to you.
"First, there was Astapor. Those once bound in chains now walk free behind me. Then came Yunkai. Those once enslaved now stand as free men. Now, a girl stands before Meereen.
"A girl is no enemy. The enemy stands beside you. The enemy takes your children, your lives, and gives only suffering in return. A girl does not bring commands—only a choice. And to your enemy, a girl brings what is owed. Forward."
Robert stared dumbly at Jaqen. "Ah, I see what ye're gettin' at—lost me halfway, but I caught the stink of it. She wants the slaves to rise up, throw off their chains, all that shite. Brilliant plan… 'cept fer one tiny problem. These poor bastards been raised since birth to lick boots an' jump when told. No clue how to wipe their own arses without a master's say-so. Ye dump 'em into freedom without a plan, an' they'll starve faster than a noble in a fistfight."
"A man agrees," Jaqen said. "Today, a girl triumphs. Tomorrow, she stumbles."
Boom!
Right then, the catapults launched wooden crates at the city. One of them fell close by and shattered, sprinkling unlocked slave collars all over, proof for the slaves of the city that what she said was real.
Robert already knew how Daenerys' campaign was going to end.
"I'm sick o' this shite. Goin' back to Rhaea to break the bed." Robert grunted, already turning to leave. "Find me when the pits are bleedin' open again."
However, right then, the richest man in the city blocked Robert's path, and beside him stood a few other rich nobles.
"We ask only that you defend this city. Is this not the test of skill you crave? An army stands before you, waiting to be broken." Hizdahr zo Loraq proposed. "You will be well rewarded—gold, weighed for every man who falls by your hand."
Robert waved his hand dismissively. "Not interested."
"Wait! I'll give you one of the pyramids too! You'll become a noble, a Great Master!"
Robert's brows shot up for a moment. This was honestly a fine offer. If he weren't the King of Westeros already, he'd have accepted that in a heartbeat.
"Hell no. I want a proper bloodbath, not this piss-scented politickin'. Your city's done for anyway. I'll find another place to bash skulls—heard Yi-ti's got a bit of spice. Come on, Jack, let's get outta here."
That level of unashamed, direct retort was rare for the Great Masters of Meereen. But what could they do before a man who ripped apart a man-eating lion with his bare hands?
They watched the Westerosi madman leave.
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