Chapter 7.6- The Seadragon's Roar
Added 2025-06-28 16:06:19 +0000 UTCStill, today was clearly not that day as I weaved to the side to avoid a kick that threatened to send e wheezing to the floor. My counter stab at his leg was blocked with a shield and a sneer. His mace came around again and I ducked underneath it, not bothering to even try blocking with my shield. In fact the shield was only still in my grip because the last time I’d tried fighting without it, Borros had gone red in rage talking about how I must have a death wish of some sort. Ser Ben explained the it was the kind of bad habit that got you killed.
Even if dodging was better than blocking when it came to Borros, it as still better to block an attack than get my chest caved in. That was besides the point as Borros came charging in once again. This time, I spun in a Hal circle to avoid d him and went for his back before a backhand came from nowhere and tossed me off my feet. I rolled with the attack and found myself stumbling to backpedal away from a mace that would have put me in a world of hurt for a day or two.
The next thrust with his mace was met with me hitting the weapon too the side with my shield. A parry, not a block as I’d come to learn was one of the only ways to keep myself safe in the face of the Baratheon Knight’s attention— redirecting the force rather than absorbing it. I moved then, blade aimed for his neck, the gap in his armour there meaning this one would hurt. He moved backwards, and my blade kissed nothing but the air. I landed a second later, and quickly found self staring up at the sky. The bastad had swept my feet out from underneath me.
“Almost acceptable” He said, before offering me a hand up. He pulled me up and I found myself staring at one of his rare smiles. Borros had enjoyed that fight at least.
“Ser Baratheon, ships spotted” one of the camp runners came over to us saying.
Borros looked over at me, looking at me from head to toe. “Go change and make yourself presentable. Lord Tarth is not the type to forgive a slight— real or imagined.” It went without saying that looking like I’d just rolled with a few pigs would not be received well by the Lord of the Sapphire Isles.
