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[POV third person]
During the night, five of Quazzar's trusted men entered through a passageway near one of the mansions at the south gate. Lancel along with Daenerys were waiting for them with an ambush.
"Look, you have to kill all of them, they plan to poison the wells" Lancel whispers quietly to Daenerys.
"I will" Daenerys takes her bow that Lancel prepared, as he hopes that one day she will be able to use the weirwood bow
Daenerys readies an arrow, while Lancel gives her the direction she has to aim; in the darkness the five men suddenly feel a shiver, and hear a sound like the whistling of the wind, and one of them fall to the ground with difficulty to breath
"Good, you got it right" Lancel encourages her and points to the position of the next one.
"It's an ambush, let's retreat" One of them says to the other three, after feeling an arrow embedded in the throat of his fallen comrade-in-arms. As they turn to return to the mansion and escape, they all fall to the ground with an arrow embedded in different parts of their body
"Did I hit them or miss?" Daenerys asks Lancel, he is silent for a moment, contemplating how Daenerys used four arrows to aim in the direction she pointed, as well as how successful she was in hitting each of them on target
"You got them" Lancel pats Daenerys on the back, as he signals for Skahaz to go get the wounded men and interrogate them.
"Let's go, we have to prepare..." Lancel says in Daenerys' ear.
"Are you sure the magic will take effect?" Daenerys asks him in a perplexed tone.
"Yes, I'm very sure" Lancel answers her taking her hand and taking her along with him.
The next morning...
In front of the west gate from the top of the wall, you could notice the crowd of Dothraki warriors mounted on their steeds, with bows and arrows, and at their side their most used weapon for many years -the arakh-.
Beside them were mercenary warriors with shields in formation, spearmen and swordsmen. Among them was Daario Naharis, commanding the company of Storm Ravens.
'Strange the young man on the ramparts, he seems unafraid of our siege' Daario thought as he looked up at the top of the ramparts. For a moment, he was distracted thinking how to take the lady hostage next to the young man and get the job over with quickly.
"My riders, I don't want to see any person alive in that city, I will take care of fighting him, and my woman no one touches her" Khal Drogo shouted his orders to his Dothraki blood riders.
Ben Plumm whispered something in the ear of one of his trusted men, who looked at him in surprise for a moment and set about relaying the orders to the Second Sons.
'What a beautiful lady, you will be mine sooner or later' Jorah Mormont thought as he sees Daenerys with a white dress and a bow in her hands next to Lancel.
To defend the city, Lancel along with the Great Masters, they gathered fifteen thousand men, ten thousand went to guard the east and south gates, while five thousand were left to guard the west gate.
"Ready the arrows, take aim" Lancel gave them the order, as he saw the Dothrakis approaching with bows ready aimed high up on the wall.
When the Dothrakis got close enough, Lancel gave them the order to fire the arrows, while other soldiers covered them with shields held high
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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. ...
