Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 40 - Journey to the Wall 02.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The group of Night's Watchmen and the Dragonborn stared at each other for a few seconds without any of them uttering a single word.

The atmosphere between them grew tense, especially on the part of the Wall's group.

"A wildling," one of them commented, gripping his sword.

The other companion saw the tense atmosphere as the wildling stood there, smiling at them, despite being more handsome than any other they had ever seen. But he was here wearing wildling clothes, which made him one of them.

"Damn, what are we doing just staring at him... he's just one, let's take him down already," he said to the others as if lighting the idea in all their minds, stepping forward.

"Wait!" Qhorin didn't like this. He had survived many things, and even though he was standing before just one man, his instincts told him to flee. It was strange how nervous he felt, as if this were a wildling ambush, but his words came too late as the patrolmen advanced toward Jon with blades drawn to cut him down.

"..." Jon remained silent, waiting for the man to approach while he lifted snow with his steps.

"Die, you damned wildling!" the man shouted.

He moved his sword to stab Jon, who waited until the last second to sidestep, creating an opening by the man's side.

He didn't even have time to react as he received a punch directly to the face, knocking him aside, teeth and blood flying into the air. The wildling had thrown a punch that seemed to have shattered his jaw along with his teeth, judging by the cracking sound that echoed among them.

"What?!" All the Night's Watchmen instinctively stepped back as they saw the scene, swallowing hard.

"Well... seems like we're down one... how easy it is to bring you down... let's do it this way, I won't use any weapons, how about that?" Jon said with a smile.

"He can't be serious...?" The most fearful among the Watchmen spoke, but his tone betrayed his growing fear.

"Who are you?" Qhorin asked once more, but Jon didn't bother to respond.

"That doesn't matter. Anyway, I encountered one of your patrols a while back, there were eight of you... I killed them all," Jon commented, leaving all the crows stunned for a second. How could they forget the news about the group led by Kuel, who had gone missing during the time Jon mentioned? He seemed cruel, but he didn't care, after all, that group of Night's Watchmen were scum.

"So, you killed them..." Qhorin said in a dark tone.

"Bastard!!" Someone couldn't take it any longer and ran directly at Jon.

Jon dodged his strike, punching him down to the ground, and the others charged right after, no longer able to hold back, driven by revenge. Jon saw them, dominated by a sense of vengeance, even with a glint of fear as he took down two more of them using only his hands.

A fight broke out, and Jon seemed to be dancing among them, finding their movements slow as he kicked one so hard that the man rolled meters away, while he punched another's arm, breaking it with a quick strike.

"AHHHHHH!!!!" the man screamed, dropping his weapon in terror, while the remaining ones, only the fearful patrolman and Qhorin, became more cautious. The man who had been kicked got up painfully and started to walk back to help.