Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 126 - Artican Trade in Westeros 53 (Oldtown 03).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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Jon pierced the High Septon's throat, and for everyone, it was an unexpected shock. Of course, they hadn't offered bread and salt to Jon, given his intentions, and could place evidence against them while they were using weapons, claiming that they had attacked them. But they hadn't expected this to actually happen.

Blood spread over the septons behind him, as time seemed to slow down, with their reactions shown in slow motion while Jon analyzed his situation with his guards moving slowly behind him, preparing to face all those soldiers running towards them. Jon also saw the archers ready at the top of the room, but he had already foreseen this, and his hidden animals would act at that moment.

In the next moment, Jon removed his sword from the man and launched himself at the archmaester, intending to end his life there. However, he felt one of the maesters carrying a dagger, threw it at him, and quickly his eyes shone emerald between his grey and moved his body swiftly, decapitating that maester.

What followed was chaos, as everyone finally began to become aware of what was happening there. Religious people began to move away from the pierced body of the High Septon, who couldn't even speak, dying from the hemorrhage, while the maesters tried to run away, with Archmaester Vorian quickly distancing himself from Jon.

Jon's soldiers began to surround him, it was 10 against dozens, but that didn't stop them from having confidence as they awaited the soldiers to clash against them.

"Kill them, kill them!!" Archmaester Vorian immediately shouted.

"Shoot them, kill the savages!!" One of the septons shouted to the archers as they began to aim at the Artican group, but something happened at that moment. Through a hole in that room, birds began to emerge, mainly ravens from the Citadel itself. Here, they trained ravens to be messengers and taught them to deliver letters, so there was a large concentration of them in a huge aviary with external birds. He managed to open it, and all the ravens, something Jon had already placed under his control, began to fly out as soon as it was opened.

The people who took care of this looked at it in surprise, unable to do anything about the situation other than watch them fly away. The ravens quickly began to follow through the Citadel and enter through the hole in that room Jon had found. Even with the maesters cleaning the place of all animals, some were still left, and he managed to map the place.

A swarm of ravens simply attacked the archers as they were hit before even firing their arrows.

"What is this?!"

"Ahhh!!"

"My face!!"

"Someone get these things off me!! My eye!!"

The ravens turned from simple carrier birds into a killer group, cutting soldiers as best they could, scratching their faces, and even gouging out some eyes. They managed to catch one or two ravens, but the number of ravens was overwhelming, surrounding them. All twenty archers had been covered, with the maesters and septons watching the scene from the ground, fear in their eyes.

In the next moment, the Artican weapons clashed against common swords, the sound of metal filling the room. The common blades quickly lost to the Eldenmetal, while the royal guards were even superior to the greatest soldiers of Westeros, cutting through their leather armor and killing those men serving those lords.