The Burnt Prince-GOT SI (OC x Ashara Dayne)

Part 13

Chapter 13

Daemon Targaryen stared at the giant of a man infront of him as the fire raged on around them, the air thick with smoke and tension as they both stared into each others eyes.

He was Ottar the Giant, and you could call him the Master's fixer. A slave whose tongue had been cut when he was six for killing his master and six of his guards with his mere hands. He had been sent to the pits where he had survived for years, thriving in the killing before he would find himself in the crutches of the masters once again.

He was a mindless beast that killed for enjoyment.

"GRRR!" he growled at him as he stepped forward and swung his massive spear at him. Daemon parried it to the side, the spear sliding off his blade as it went inches wide of his face. Ottar swung it to the side, and Daemon ducked under it as he tried to blitz the man, but as he was about to swing at the man in a display of inhuman dexterity, the man brought down his fist on him with a loud grunt.

BOOOM!

Daemon spun on his heel and the massive fist skited past him, by then he had raised his spear and brought it down on him like a club.

BOOM!

The ground cracked with the sheer force of his attack as Daemon slid between his feet his sword arcing through the air as he cut the tendons in his knee joint.

"ARGH!" the hulking man screamed in pain as he faltered, yet for some reason, he was able to remain standing as he swung his spear wildly, forcing a hurried block from him.

THUNK!

The spear caught his blade on the side, and even with that, it was as if he was hit by a horse as he was sent rolling to the ground. The attacks didn't stop as the spear raced towards him once more. This time, Daemon was ready as he rushed forward, letting the spear pass by his face. As it hit the ground, he swung his sword at his arm, cutting it clean off, as the man screamed in agony.

"AGHHHHH!" he screamed as blood spilled from his arm onto him, his blade, and the red ruby in its hilt, which began to heat up as it was washed in his blood. He raged and thrashed violently as he swung his fist at him. Daemon tilted his body out of the way of the blow, letting it move beyond him as Ottar faltered, his knee buckling as his weight shifted, and he kicked at his other healthy knee with all his might, snapping it with a single blow.

"AGHHH!" Ottar screamed as he fell down, his head lowering to Daemon's level as Daemon appeared right infront of him, and before the man could react, swung his blade at his neck, cutting through the metallic collar and his bones with a single swing as he was showered in blood, as Ottar the Giant's head rolled off the ground, his massive body falling to the ground with a thud.

His vision was dyed red and orange as he stood there in the midst of a raging fire which burnt down his manse as he stood there the fire helpless in front of the blood of the Dragon, much like the giant he had just slain as he spoke into the night.

"My move."

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And with that, the next morning's Sun rose. There was much talk in the slave city of Meereen about the massive fire that had occurred in the city last night. Many whispered of just who lived in the manse, which had been burnt to char last night, as the city gathered around the largest pit for today, and the 'masked man' was set to fight. As the contestants gathered in the ring, one was missing until out of the gates stepped out a man to many gasps and cheers, his face still covered by the signature steel mask, though today, much like his clothes, it was caked with red blood as he entered the arena, and thought he people around the ring cheered. The masters looking on at it all were all quiet.