The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***

Joffrey's Nameday

I sit on the ground heavily breathing after finishing my fight for the king's name day. I watch as The Hound and some other knight fight right in front of where I sit against the ledge. The flyaway hair sticks to my forehead. I'm thankful I don't have to wear the Kingsguard armor in this weather. It's hotter than a fire in a desert. 

I finally catch my breath, standing up, now invested in the fight. Sandor keeps leading him away from the ledge, wanting to kill him on the path, "Use the fucking ledge Hound!" I yell and he looks at me for a split second before striking at him a few times, putting him right against the ledge, dropping maybe fifty feet down. The knight gets one good hit in and The Hound strikes him again, breaking his weapon and sending him over the ledge. I yell in celebration. 

-------SANDOR POV------

Nya is out there, fighting a man, he's not much taller than her but he's putting up a good fight. She's not going all out, she wants to keep the fight long enough to be considered entertaining. The man, the knight, is doing his best, using both hands to strike her Targaryen shield that holds a similar upside-down triangle shape to mine. The knight gets behind her and slices her arm, The crowd cheers for the man but I stand to the side biting my lip hoping the fight ends soon. Before the man can do anything else she turns, slicing her Valyrian steel sword through his armor, cutting deep into his stomach. Not deep enough to spill his guts though.

 I watch her huff, frustrated and she just decides to end the fight. The man kind of charges at her and she jumps, locking her legs around his head and she flips them over the ledge. Luckily, the smart woman she is she dropped her sword to the ground before committing to the stunt that I very much don't approve of. She unlocks her legs while they fly through the air and the man continues practically flying into the wall below the ledge on the other side, splattering his brains. Everyone thinks she's dead for a moment, nobody on the left side can see her and the whole right side is trying to see if she's able to pull herself up. After a few seconds, she pulls herself up, only making half her body over before she can reach her sword and use it to stand. Once she is up and standing she looks toward The King's tent, breathing heavily. I can't help but smile. The crowd is screaming, yelling. whistling as she stands victorious.

"Well...Thrown, Targaryen." Joffrey says unsure of what to say about her launching someone with just her legs, "Well thrown." He's now much more sure of his words. Once the king sits back down she sheathes the sword and stumbles to the ledge closest to the ocean and sits to the ground. Using it as a backrest. 

A knight walks out into the same 'arena' at the same time I do and we stop around where Nya sits, breathing and holding the arm that gushes blood onto the floor and her armor. I look at her through the corner of my helm, almost checking if she's okay. She knows I'm looking at her as she just closes her eyes for a second, nodding. 

"Gods fight already!" Joffrey yells and I take the first strike. I intend to keep this one shorter, I want to get Nya's arm fixed. Get her some water. Letting the man hit me a few times before I throw heavy blows at him. I keep leading the man away from the ledge but I know that's stupid because Nya stands up.

"Use the fucking ledge Hound!" She yells, very close to the fight, that I don't want her just super close to at the moment. I listen and I hit him until he's fighting not to fall over. I send a blow that breaks his weapon and sends him over.  I listen to the clank from his armor on the ground and I turn around to a smiling Visenya. I feel almost proud of myself for fighting a man that was small. Smaller than the man Visenya fought. 

-------END SANDOR POV-------

"Well struck... Well struck, dog!" The cunt yells from above and Sandor sets his mace down, looking up at the King, taking off his helm. Joffrey looks at his lady, saying something to her as Sandor walks over to me and grabs my unburned arm  looking at the cut that still runs blood down my arm.