"Haaaa." With a loud shout, he kicked the man, sending him tumbling down backwards before he went to the next person.
Another person came rushing at him. He was outnumbered, but still wearing the armor, he was more than enough to handle this bunch of wildlings.
This wasn't his fight, but he still acted to save the child foolish enough to leave the safe walls of his castle.
Sandor Clegane wasn't an honorable man, at least he himself didn't think so. He wasn't a knight either, and even after being offered the title multiple times, he refused every time. Part of the reason he avoided being knighted was because he never believed in knighthood and their oaths. If those oaths were true, then someone like his brother would never have been knighted in the first place.
The only reason he was even working for the Lannisters was because he wished to get a chance to kill his brother himself.
So when he saw a familiar boy being chased by some low-life thugs, he himself wasn't sure why, but he acted and protected him. Well, tried to protect him, as this was still a work in progress.
He saw another man coming at him with a crude dagger in his hand, aiming for his side. Even with his armor, which was recently fixed by Winterfell's smith, he avoided the attack. Recent events had made him trust his armor less than he used to.
Swinging his sword, he blocked the incoming attack but saw another wildling attacking him. He was seriously outnumbered, and more troublingly, he couldn't move around much either, as he was protecting the annoying brat behind him.
"I should have just kept on moving," he cursed under his breath.
He left Winterfell even before sunrise as he had to get to the Wall before the dwarf left for King's Landing. Though he was completely capable of traveling alone, that would mean living like shit on the road until he got to the capital. With Tyrion Lannister, however, to put it simply, he'd at least not be cursing the entire journey.
So, he was very surprised when he saw the same brat who had annoyed him a few days ago being chased by a bunch of wildlings. He knew the North had these pests lingering around due to the Wall for ages, but the Seven only knew what they were doing this far south.
"What are you looking at? Get out of there," Sandor cursed, looking at Bran, who was still staring at him like an idiot.
Bran didn't say anything; he just kept looking at the Hound, maybe too stunned to realize what he was saying.
The Hound just grumbled under his breath and kept attacking until only two more of them were left. Sandor was tired, gasping for breath, and his wound still ached—"curse that bear slayer"—but he still stood his ground fast.
Both enemies came at him at the same time, giving him little room to move around and dodge. Gritting his teeth, he countered the first sword coming his way but was too late to block the next. He saw the sword coming directly for his exposed side.
"HAAA…."
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"Aaaa…" Sansa all but screamed, seeing a man with a dagger coming at me while three others restrained me.
I didn't even realize what happened until I saw the man take out a dagger, ready to shove it into my gut. I heard Sansa's cries, and she wasn't the only one. I have to say, they completely caught me off guard. I was expecting everyone to fight, but not to gang up on me.
I was waiting for the fight to start, and as soon as the signal was given, instead of me rushing at those knights, I saw three people standing almost beside me rush at me from both directions, catching me off guard.
I knew some people would want to work in groups so they could have a chance to win the prize money, but this wasn't that either. They deliberately came at me, and before I knew it, one grabbed me from the back while the other two restrained my arms.
Fighting in groups is not against the rules, strangely, but going so far as to completely restrain me like this?! That's when I knew—they were no fighters; they were assassins. Someone had sent men after me yet again.
Anger filled my mind, but I had more immediate issues to solve.
"Haaa. Haaa. Haaaaaaa."
The man with the dagger didn't even bother talking nonsense about some pointless mercy or his motive—earning a wise villain card in my books—and directly shoved the dagger at my gut.
Repeatedly, he attacked me with his dagger, earning gasps from the audience. I even saw the King and Queen surprised. Other knights, already at each other's throats, saw this scene and stopped.
More screams rang out around me as the man stabbed me repeatedly. This was no longer a fight—it was murder, an assassination attempt.
To be honest, this was my fault. Expecting a fair fight and not anticipating the unexpected was my mistake. I might have better skills now, but my experience with real-life fighting was still lacking.
However, that doesn't mean I couldn't avoid this outcome—I was just too lazy to do it.
"Huff… huff."
The man was done stabbing me as his adrenaline ran out, and he finally stepped back. His face contorted as he saw the dagger in his hand. He noticed the tip was bent, and the entire dagger had a curve.
A look of disbelief spread across his face before he turned to me.
"You should have gone for the head…"
"Haaa…" I shouted and delivered the meanest Spartan kick to the man's chest, sending him flying back. He literally lifted into the air before falling back, a clear dent in his armor.
The other men holding onto me were taken aback, but I wasn't done yet. I delivered an aggressive headbutt to the man holding onto my right hand, sending him sprawling back with a cracked, bleeding skull.
As soon as my right hand, holding Mjolnir, was released, I slammed the hammer onto the man holding my left, definitively killing him on the spot with a direct hit to his face.
As for the man who was holding me from the back—after the other two were done, he was no longer able to stop me. I grabbed the man by his hair with my left hand and threw him away, making him stagger back before my hammer found his head, cracking it, sending him flying, and removing yet another piece of garbage from the face of the earth.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. I was very fast—fast enough that none were able to react until a cheer rang out from the audience.
I saw Sansa and Arya cheering for me. Many of the girls, in fact, were doing that—even the Queen, to my utter amazement. But the loudest was none other than the King.
Letting those men get the drop on me was my oversight. Won't happen again.
As for testing out the armor like that, only now did I realize how foolish it was. What if the armor was only at level one or two?
Yeah, I would be finding my way to Valhalla right now. Thor's personality is kind of rubbing off on me, making me a little reckless and prone to taking risks…
And yet, I liked it. The thrill it gave me almost made me smile. This was the life-and-death thrill that gives a warrior a kick he can't ever get from wine or women.
So, I embraced this newfound madness and only said one thing:
"NEXT…"
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