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[Lancel POV]
"We have to withdraw" I tell them when I see that the Others are approaching to attack us
<The Host can only retreat after defeating one of the Others> The System gives me a quest before I leave
'So that's what he meant about a suicide mission' I remembered what he told me in the Tower of Joy
"Retreat" Mance tells them noticing the increasingly cold weather
"Let's go" Oberyn tells us turning around
"Ser Arthur, Prince Oberyn, I need your help" I tell them with the utmost seriousness possible
"In what?" Ser Arthur asks me looking into my eyes, Oberyn turns to us to know what I'm going to answer
"I want you to help me fight against the Others, we will leave after defeating one" I tell them feeling the cold on my face
"It seems dangerous, but I feel like fighting" Oberyn tells me accepting, I turn to Ser Arthur, and he nods.
"Do you guys stay?" Mance asks us, I answer yes with a nod. He turns away from the village along with the savages
We waited a moment, until a shadow appeared from the darkness. She stood before us, tall, as hard and skinny as old bones, her flesh pale as milk. His armor seemed to change color every time he moved; one moment it was white as freshly fallen snow, the next black as shadows, or speckled with the gray-brown of tents. With each step he took, the play of light and shadow danced like moonlight on water. The sound of his footsteps was not heard when he walked, and he left no trace in his path
When we saw this creature up close, our breath escaped us in a hissing sound. The cold that gave off near us froze our breath. We realized that in a moment the wind had stopped. It was very, very cold. The three of us prepare for combat.
[Third Person POV]
The Other slid forward with silent steps. In his hand was a longsword like he had never seen before. In its forging no human metal had taken part. It was a translucent moonbeam, a sliver of glass so thin it could barely be seen from the side. That weapon gave off a faint bluish glow, a ghostly light shining from its edge, and without knowing why, we understood that it was sharper than any blade.
As the three clutched their weapons tightly, the Other stopped. They saw his eyes; blues, darker and bluer than any human eye, a blue that burned like ice. Other shadows silently stepped out of the shadows, all identical to the first. There were three of them... They were outnumbered, the cold emanating from them could be felt, but it was not seen when they arrived, nor was their approach heard.
Lancel only focused on those in front of him. Since the first Other approached, he deactivated his spiritual sense, he didn't want distractions during combat
The Others gathered to face the three warriors in front of them. Lancel placed his palm on Oberyn's arm and then Ser Arthur's, leaving a star mark. Then he concentrated on the Others
"It will be a difficult battle, from what I see, I can only fight with one of them" Oberyn tells us moving aside to have more space. One of the Others follows him to fight him.
"Me the same, I can only fight one opponent" Lancel said to Ser Arthur, he just nodded, accepting to fight against two
One of the Others follows Lancel aside to fight, while Ser Arthur waits for the two of them to attack him. One Other approaches him while the Other watches. Behind him, to right and left, came Others who waited patiently, silent, without a trace of their presence
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Games Of Thrones: The Lost Hero
Fantasya reincarnated young man with a system that allows him to develop his abilities, with the condition of fulfilling missions from which he will be able to choose three options or he will have a punishment if he does not comply with the chosen option. ...
