(Find an enemy of your size and title…)
The king sits, already half-drunk, in front of him, that same stranger.
Gridger:
“Did you come to kill me?”
Stranger:
“No, but with your lifestyle, I thought you’d kill yourself long ago.”
Gridger:
“Then why are you here?! You should have been dead a long time ago!”
Stranger:
“I should have, but I’m still alive, because none of your shadows can defeat me.
It’s like trying to put out water with fire – impossible.”
Gridger:
“What’s in the bag? Poison? A hidden dagger?”
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Stranger:
“No, just more proof of your uselessness.”
The stranger empties the bag, spilling a mound of severed heads – the assassins the king had sent over the years.
Stranger:
“All your dogs fell by my hand. No one even saw me coming. And you know what’s the sweetest part? The fact that you still see death in me.”
Gridger:
“I know I’ll die, maybe today, and maybe by your hand.”
Stranger:
“Right you are, because I am the fist of vengeance, the one who isn’t afraid to decide the fates of those who became the cause of others’ suffering. I don’t bring death, I bring those very scales of justice that weigh every soul, and you won’t escape my punishment. You will just add to the list of those killed by your fate.”
Gridger:
“So what are you waiting for? You’ve already proven you’re stronger than everyone, so prove your bloodlust too!”
Stranger:
“I am bloodthirsty only towards those who’ve earned it by their actions.”
Gridger:
“Then take my whore-daughter and get the hell out of my kingdom!”
Stranger:
“Your daughter is stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen, and you don’t deserve a single drop of her from your rotten soul.”
The stranger raises his sword, forged from Valyrian steel, and… chops off Gridger’s crown – the crown of the King of Snow and Ice.
Stranger:
“You are not worthy of wearing the crown, Gridger. I’ll spare your life, but only to make sure I punish you fully when you slip up again.”
Gridger (pointing at the guards):
“KILL HIM! RIGHT NOW!”
Six guards rush forward, their strikes too predictable. The stranger, already behind them, delivers a counterattack with lightning speed, like a snake playing with its prey before devouring it. After each blow, a powerful counterattack, as fast as lightning. The fight lasted less than twenty seconds, and Gridger didn’t even know what hit him – that’s how fast and deadly the stranger was…
Gridger:
“You monster…”
Stranger:
“No, I’m just the one who makes it clear that you’re not all-powerful.”
“Live as long as you can, but remember, it won’t be for long… If you dare touch my daughter again, I’ll rip your filthy heart from your chest, as if I’m about to eat a pear.”
Gridger:
“This is not the end!”
Stranger:
“I know…”