Game of Thrones: Killing to the top

"A king who has lost all that he holds dear is no longer a ruler, but a shadow of what once was. The crown may remain, but it is nothing without the strength of those who believe in it."

 Aegon Targaryen 

The thunder of hooves filled the air like a coming storm.

Aegon and his two thousand Dothraki warriors rode as one, their arakhs gleaming under the sun, their war cries echoing across the vast grasslands.

Before them, in the distance, another horde approached one thousand strong.

A rival khalasar.

The enemy warriors had spotted them long ago, and now they rode to meet them head-on, their own Khal leading the charge.

Aegon could see him.

A towering man, broad and brutal, with brown braided hair.

Aegon did not hesitate.

He drew his sword, the shining steel glinting, and kicked his horse into full speed.

"Ride!" he roared.

His warriors roared back, the ground shaking beneath the storm of hooves.

The distance between the two khalasars vanished in moments.

Then, with a mighty crash, the two forces collided.

The sound of blades meeting flesh, the screams of men cut down in an instant, and the scent of blood filling the air.

Aegon's first kill came the moment his sword swung.

A warrior in leather armor, arakh raised high his head flew from his shoulders before he even understood what happened.

(Ding!! one Dothraki warrior killed +9 points)

Another charged him from the side, but Aegon was faster.

He leaned low, avoiding the blade, and drove his dagger into the man's ribs before tearing it free.

(Ding!! one Dothraki warrior killed +9 points)

Blood sprayed.

Another enemy rider came, but Aegon pulled on his horse's reins, spinning his mount and cutting the man down with a single strike.

(Ding!! one Dothraki warrior killed +9 points)

The adrenaline surged through his veins.

This was war.

This was what he was made for.

His men fought with wild fury, but Aegon did not care for them.

His eyes were locked on only one target.

The opposing Khal was still fighting, his massive arakh cleaving men in half, his braid whipping behind him as he roared like a beast.

Aegon's grip tightened on his blade.

"He is mine."

With a flick of his reins, Aegon surged forward, cutting through anyone in his path, blood sprayed almost forming a blood rain around him.

A warrior lunged at Aegon parried his strike and slammed his blade into the man's throat.

(Ding!! one Dothraki warrior killed +9 points)

Another tried to blindside him but Aegon spun, his sword carving through the warrior's gut.

(Ding!! one Dothraki warrior killed +9 points)

Nothing would stop him.

He was a storm, a force of death and conquest, and he was riding straight for his enemy.

The opposing Khal saw him coming.

The massive man grinned savagely, raising his bloodstained arakh in a challenge.

Aegon smirked back.

The real battle was about to begin.

The battlefield screamed with the sounds of clashing steel, dying men, and frenzied horses.

But for Aegon, everything else faded.

The moment he locked eyes with Khal Saran, nothing else mattered.

This battle he was about to enter would start the end of this war and be the first step in his plans for the Dothraki Sea.

Aegon tightened his grip on his sword, feeling its weight in his hands.

the opposing Khal did not wait.

The man spurred his horse forward, his massive arakh raised high, ready to cleave Aegon in two.

Aegon grinned.

"Come then, beast."

Steel met steel.

The impact rattled Aegon's arm, but he did not falter.

He twisted his wrist, redirecting the force, and immediately slashed at Saran's exposed side.

The older Khal leaned back, dodging just in time, his braid whipping through the air.

With a roar, Saran swung again a heavy, brutal strike aimed to end the fight in one blow.

Aegon ducked low, feeling the wind of the blade rushing past his face.

Then, using his momentum, he kicked his horse forward, bringing himself within striking distance.

His sword flashed out.

His opponent blocked but not fast enough.

A thin line of red appeared on the Khal's arm, blood seeping through his leather armor.

For the first time, Saran's grin faltered.

Aegon laughed.

"What's wrong, old man?" he taunted, twisting his blade. "Is this all a Khal can do?"

The Khal roared in fury, his horse rearing back before charging forward with terrifying speed.

But Aegon was ready.

As his opponent swung down, Aegon did something unexpected.

Instead of blocking, he let himself fall off his horse.

Saran's arakh sliced through empty air.

Before the enemy Khal could react, Aegon rolled onto his feet and lunged forward.

His sword sang through the air faster than lightning, sharper than death.

Saran had no time to react.

Aegon's blade tore through his stomach, ripping deep into his flesh.

The enemy Khal gasped, his hands shaking as he tried to hold his insides together.

His horse reared, throwing him from the saddle.

He crashed onto the bloody grass.

Aegon walked toward him slowly, his expression cold, merciless.

Khal Saran looked up at him, his eyes filled with the first flickers of fear.

Aegon raised his blade.

"Die knowing your people are mine."

Then, with one swift stroke, he beheaded Khal Saran.

(Ding!! one Khal killed + 10 points)

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then a thunderous roar erupted from Aegon's warriors.

They had won.

The enemy Dothraki halted, their weapons dropping as they saw their Khal's headless corpse.

They looked at Aegon.

He stood tall, covered in blood, victorious.

He had taken his first khalasar.

But he knew there was more to do as he saw the bloodriders approach him.