Chapitre 120: Clash of The Dragons III
(Third Person POV)
Viserra unleashed flames upon the Martell camp, razing part of it down as the soldiers scattered about, yelling in panic.
Oberyn and Obara ran out of their tent as Viserys did the same, "Hells!" Oberyn shouted as he had grabbed his spear, "What the hell is going on?!"
Viserra had swept past the camp, a massive wall of flames had erupted on one side.
"Prince Oberyn!" a soldier exclaimed, "A portion of our troops have ridden to meet the enemy in the field!"
"Father, what do we do?!" Obara asked
Viserys looked off into the distance, seeing Morghul flying towards the Camp, "I have to get to my dragon." He said as he began to run, "Focus your Scorpion fire on the dragon, Oberyn!!"
Oberyn looked at the soldiers, "Shoot that thing down!"
Viserra circled around, letting out a roar as Syras was atop her saddle.
The Blackfyre looked at the camp, "Hm." She said, "Intere-"
Viserra had dodged to the side, avoiding a scorpion bolt that had nearly hit her. This took Syras by surprise and she looked down to see a couple of Scorpion Ballistae scattered about the Camp.
"They managed to set them up in such a short time?" She muttered
She then saw Moonfyre, sitting in the distance, away from the camp as she was looking up at them. Not only that, she heard Morghul's roar and she looked over to see him rapidly approaching, flapping his wings as he gain distance.
Down on the ground, the Dothraki had clashed with a group of Martell soldiers that were on horseback, fighting viciously as there was nothing but dust in the air caused by the crashing of their horses. The sounds of clashing steel filled the air, filled with the screams of pain due to the sudden burning.
Oberyn was running around, "Put that fire out!!" He shouted, "Get me a horse!!"
Obara looked at him, "Father, what should I do?"
"Stay here!" Oberyn said, "I'll meet the Dothraki in the field!"
"But Father-" She started
"I said stay!" He said as he ran towards a Horse that was being brought forth
Back in the sky, Morghul had reached Viserra and nearly took her by the neck if she hadn't swooped down. The cream-colored dragon dove straight to Moonfyre and opened fire, unleashing flames at the dragon who was sitting down.
Viserys was on his way to his dragon when this happened, "Shit!" He exclaimed
Moonfyre had flapped her wings and managed to fly out of the way before landing hard back down, near Viserys. Viserra quickly circles around, only for Morghul to clash against her, swiping his claws at her neck and opening a gash that spilled blood. The Black Lord then pushed her down to the ground hard as he let out a vicious growl.
Viserra was on her belly as she was dragged across the sand, Morghul's claws clutching onto her left thigh and back part, flapping his wings as he flew forwards.
Syras scowled as she was trashed around, "You bastard piece of shit!" She exclaimed as she tried to straighten up, "I'll kill you!!"
She drew her bow as Morghul let go of Viserra and fired a quick arrow, only for it to bounce off his scales. While it was futile, it was the only thing she could attempt to do; her dragon was being overwhelmed by the Black Lord's superior strength.
Rhaegon looked down at her, "Okay then." He said as Morghul flapped his wings and ascended to the sky, "End her."
"Drac-"
He was cut off by Drogon flying past him, letting out a vicious roar.
Rhaegon turned to see that Drogon circled and was charging flames in his maw as he flew right back to him. There were wounds all over the Black Stallion's body, but it did not seem to bother him.
Morghul flapped his wings and flew right at him, letting out a roar as he spun down to avoid Drogon's flames. He then quickly ascended back up and hit Drogon from underneath, digging his teeth into his chest hard. The Khal's dragon jerked upward and let out a roar as he aimed his maw down, attempting to unleash flames at Rhaegon.
Morghul, however, quickly let go and spun around, causing the flames to miss completely as he stopped flapping. He slowly fell and caught himself as he flapped his wings, straightening up and flew in the opposite direction with another flap.
Down at the ground, Viserys had already mounted Moonfyre and the Prince's dragon took to the sky, letting out a roar. Viserra had done the same, trying to meet Moonfyre as Viserys aimed for Drogon, who was staggering in midair.
A Scorpion bolt then shot right by Viserra, grazing her in the chest, causing her to tumble down due to the pain and the previous damage already suffered.
"No!" Syras exclaimed as Viserra crashed down into the sand belly-first
Viserra let out a pained whimper as she had tried to break the fall with her flapping wings, but failed. The crash damaged her even more and blood sprayed out of her mouth as she slowly slid across the sand.
Rhaegon saw this and nodded approvingly, "Good." He said, "That should take care of that one for now."
He then looked over at where Drogon was, seeing that he had disappeared. They were all in the same side where the camp was in flames, a tall wall of smoke was covering a good portion of the air.
Viserys was also looking for Drogon, distracted by Viserra's grounding.
"Where the hell is-" Viserys started
Drogon shot through the smoke and hit Moonfyre right in the neck, clamping his teeth down hard and instantly breaking her neck with a vicious bite. The force of the crash jerked the dragon's body violently as they both dove straight to the ground.
"Fuck!!" Viserys said as his entire body was being jerked and trashed around, "No!! Moonfyre!!!"
Drogon thrashed the dragon's neck around viciously as he ripped apart of the throat, spitting out and letting out a vicious roar as he stomped his wing on the sand.
Moonfyre had let out a quick and abrupt pained yelp before going limp, the blow coming out of nowhere.
"Tsk tsk!!" Daegon said in High-Valyrian, "Up."
Drogon then flapped his wings and ascended to the skies, flying away as Morghul chased. The Black Stallion then circled around and headed for the Dothraki clash with the Martells.
Rhaegon looked down at the ground, "Shit.....no..." He said, "Uncle...."
He saw that Viserys had dismounted his dragon, seemingly fine. He decided to keep the chase on Drogon, who headed for the battle.
Back with Viserys, the Prince collapsed on his knees in front of Moonfyre's lifeless face, "N-No...." He said softly as he patted her snout, "My girl....."
There a bit of tears on his eyes, he tried not to cry, but the emotions were overwhelming him.
He then heard footsteps on the sand behind him, a sword being unsheathed.
"Painful, isn't it?" a voice said, "To lose a dragon. Just as Father once said. Fortunately, Viserra isn't dead. She needs a bit of rest, that's all."
He turned to see Syras Blackfyre with her sword drawn, her golden cloak fluttering in the wind as she stared him down.
Viserys straightened up and drew his sword, "You fucking whore...." he spat with anger in his eyes, "That hair, those eyes....are you a Targaryen Bastard? Possibly descended from my Great-Grandfather's siblings."
Syras shook her head, "I am a Blackfyre, through and through." She said firmly, "But what is a Blackfyre truly? The King Who Bore The Sword created that name in honor of the Bronze Dragonlord, who he believed deserved to have the Iron Throne. My name is Syras Blackfyre, remember that. The woman who will cut you down."
"Come." Viserys said seriously, "My blade, Lady Esther, will be plunged into your heart."
"Blackfyre scum."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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