The Northern Tyrant [Game Of Thrones]

"Let me remove my leather armor. It's useless in this duel, and I've only got one set." Wylis said and rowdily removed his fur cloak and leather armor, standing there in only his loose, dirty grey tunic. He had no helmet on his face, his neck-length hair free, and his handsome face was on pure display.

As he grabbed his six-foot greatsword and held it in front of himself, his biceps flexing, revealing his muscled, massive arms. It was a true show, a battle between two giants. The crowd of Lannister soldiers and blonde-haired blood relatives covered the periphery of the courtyard.

Nobody suggested that they should use sparring swords. Wylis used his real one, sharp and pointy, and so did Gregor Clegane, unsheathing his massive greatsword. The man wasn't used to using that sword with one hand and, hence didn't hold a shield.

Good for me.

Still, the difference was visible. Wylis had no armor on him while Gregor was mostly covered in it, even maintaining the helmet on his head.

Moments later, Wylis held the sword in front to fight and circled. Gregor Clegane did the same, still silent as before.

"Fight!" Ser Kevan ordered.

"Haaaa!" Gregor Clegane roared abruptly, his voice as thick and heavy as his body, and he was pretty fast. With the sword raised high, Gregor tried to slash down at Wylis.

Not as defensive as I expected.

Wylis, with every inch of his body in its physical peak state, sidestepped right on time and avoided the strike.

But Gregor swiped his blade towards him at the same time, striking a sideways slash.

Clank!

Wylis parried the slash with a quick move, blocking Gregor's blade. But the strike was strong, a strength that Wylis felt for the first time. He felt his palm itchy from the vibrations. In pure strength, Gregor was stronger than him.

"Didn't expect you to move that fast, big guy." Wylis talked despite looking to be on the backfoot. "Strong too."

Ting! Clank!

Wylis parried Gregor's strike, one after the other. Perhaps he would have struggled against the likes of Ser Barristan, but Wylis was far better than Gregor in swordsmanship. After all, the Mountain had just started his knightly career.

If it's a show you want. I'll give you all one.

Woosh!

Gregor swiped his greatsword horizontally toward Wylis' belly.

At the endpoint, Wylis threw himself back. But since his tunic was so loose, it got stuck on Gregor's sword's tip and…

Trrrrrr~

"Ugh! What a waste." Wylis groaned, his tunic got torn apart. So, he wasted no time and fully ripped it off and stood bare-chested.

CLANK!

Surprisingly, he heard a distant jingle. On a quick glance, it turned out to be that curvy woman on the balcony. She'd dropped her wine cup all the way down, her eyes frozen on his body. And she wasn't alone, even Cersei was the same, and so were the men in the field. Not a single man in Westeros had seen a physique like his.

Sure, there were muscular men and men with abs. But Wylis had abs and then obliques so defined they also looked like abs. His lats broad, his shoulders well-defined slope, his chest muscles massive pecs of steel-like flesh, his arms so defined, delts, triceps, biceps, extensor. Each of his body's subtle movements made the muscles look more defined as they stretched under his softly tanned skin.

And then there was his back as he engaged Gregor again. They saw Wylis raise his sword, and flex his back muscles to parry. Trapezius, rear delt, top, middle, wherever. He looked like a man carved from pure muscle.

At that point, everyone's confidence in Gregor diminished. After all, Wylis looked like a man born to fight and overpower.

"Haaaah! Parry this!" Gregor roared as he felt the change in the air too. He lunged forward and sent combos of strikes, sideways, below the belt, from top down.

Clank!

Clank!

Clank!

Wylis deflected each incoming strike with precision while stepping backward, making Gregor follow him around the courtyard like it were a dancefloor.

It should be enough.

He did just showcase his body there. And sure enough, he received instant rewards as that known 'ting' resounded in his head and the blue screen flashed.

[Cersei Lannister Current Lust - 30%]

It went up from the previous 21%.

Wylis didn't know what would happen when it was to reach a hundred percent. He was sure he'd bed the golden-haired girl. But he wanted a quest to arise from it.

"Enough playing around," Wylis replied and abruptly sidestepped, ruining Gregor's pace as the big man launched a barrage of attacks.

Unseen by all eyes, as Gregor tried to step closer toward Wylis again, his front foot lost balance for some reason. Somehow, the ground sank an inch, destroying his flow.

Using that chance, Wylis took another sidestep and rushed past Gregor from his right and…

CLAP!

Wylis slapped the flat side of his sword on Gregor's ass. "That it? Thought you'd last longer, big guy."

As expected, that made Gregor more violent and uncontrolled. Exactly what Wylis needed.

"Haaaaagh!" Gregor chased after Wylis.

Ting!

This time, Wylis smacked his sword on top of Gregor's helmet. It rang like a loud bell, making the men around chuckle.

CLAP!

On the ass again.

Ting!

On the head again.

Wylis made Gregor run all across the courtyard, stumbling, missing each strike. Not once did Gregor make Wylis bleed. But the same couldn't be said about Gregor, not after the next move.

Time to end it.

"Size isn't everything!" Wylis declared and jumped forward strategically, aiming to land a straight, downward slash on Gregor's helmet.

"Gah!" Gregor reacted fast and tried to throw his body backward to avoid it. But for some reason, his heel didn't firmly touch the ground as it sank. That sent Gregor's entire heavy body leaning backward, falling, leaving his front open, legs left wide.

Wylis had already launched his strike at full strength. The head was never the aim, well not the head covered in a helmet, at least.

SLASH!

His sword clanked for a second, but Wylis cut through the chainmail easily. The tip of his blade then cut deeper, not the stomach, but further below, somewhere between Gregor's legs as the man was falling back.

Thud!

And the blood gushed out.

"AAAAARGH!"

Gregor instantly shoved both his hands to grab his crotch as it bled profusely, roaring in pain and writhing in a fetal position.

Wylis stood in his place, eyeing the tip of his sword that had blood on it. He kept a serious, worried expression on his face. Though underneath, he was smiling.

Try raping now, you sick fuck.

Then, noticing that the Lannisters couldn't see his face from that angle, he eyed the woman on the balcony and winked at her, giving her a sneaky smirk. Sure enough, the woman leaned forward on the balcony and smiled back.

With that, he turned around while shaking his sword, ridding it of blood. "I suppose you won the bet, Ser Kevan."

For a while, nobody said anything. They were all busy looking at Gregor screaming on the ground. Even Tywin Lannister appeared shaken. Wylis hadn't just defeated the man, but completely dominated him, mocked him, and possibly, castrated him.

"Ser Kevan?"

"Ah… yes. Well done, lad," Ser Kevan jolted and looked at Wylis. "I can see how you dominated the tourney."

Ting!

[Cersei Lannister Current Lust - 35%]

What a fruitful day.

"Kevan," Tywin said just as he began walking away. "See he's rewarded. And give him the names."

As Tywin left, the others followed behind. Quickly, Kevan had a squire bring a pouch filled with a hundred Dragons. Then, tapping Wylis on his arm, Kevan said a few praising words and left.

By then, Gregor had been taken away by ten men, and a small puddle of blood was on the dirt still. Wylis hoped that he had struck where he wanted to. But even if he hadn't, the Mountain wouldn't be bedding any woman for a few months. That was satisfactory too.

"You're as wonderful as the tourney."

He looked back, and then down. Cersei Lannister, ever as sultrily beautiful, stood there. With her deep neckline, he could see the deep shadowy valley of her cleavage thanks to his height and it would have been a lie if he said he wasn't interested. They were pretty, spotless, supple, and more than perfect for her age. In a year or two, she'd be a blooming flower with a rotten personality.

"Wylis, you should reconsider it. Join my house," Cersei proudly, excitedly advised. Though her eyes never even glanced at his face. She was just looking at his body, tracing his muscles with her gaze. "I'll see you knighted before sunset and made my personal guardian knight."

She really thinks I'll be honored to do that? What a narcissistic bitch.

"You can touch them." He knew what she wanted, so he let her.

Proudly, but with a scoff as if she didn't want to, she extended her right hand, palm spread, and caressed his naked abs right in the middle of the courtyard, before all the gazes. She felt his abs, and dug her sharp nails through the contours slowly, feeling them. But as her hand traced upwards, feeling his chest, her face started to turn red, her eyes dreamily hazy, and her lips parted.

Ting!

[Cersei Lannister Current Lust - 40%]