Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 88 - The werewolf appears in King's Landing.

[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Kingsland.

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"Su Grah Dun" was a shout that increased the speed of the weapons in his hands, as he felt the energy flow like the wind while he approached his first victim.

"AH?!" He screamed in fear before the two blades—ordinary ones, as Jon didn't want to attract too much attention—cut through him with a clean slash. The man exclaimed in pain, feeling the gap in his unplated armor being sliced open, blood spilling in that area. But Jon was so fast that not a single drop stained his blade.

Jon swiftly advanced toward the second victim, who couldn't even react before losing his arm. Moments later, his neck was severed.

"What is that?!" The soldiers farther away raised the question while those closest to the stranger—who was slaughtering them—screamed in terror as they were struck down one after another.

From the outside, people could only see that stranger killing and killing the city guards in a way no human should be able to move. They were being massacred so quickly that no one could even comprehend how that stranger was cutting through the group.

"Someone stop him!"
"Quick! We're under attack!"
"What is he?!"

The soldiers, in general, began to panic as the stranger moved his arms like a fierce wind, cutting his way through their ranks.

"What is happening down there?!"

Janos Slynt had just finished killing the baby when he noticed the chaos erupting on the lower floor of the brothel.

Looking over the balcony, he saw someone in the middle of the soldiers, leaving behind a trail of corpses as he made his way inside the brothel, getting closer to the entrance with each passing moment.

"Who is that?!" Janos Slynt asked, clearly shaken by the sight.

"He's coming in, sir..." The guard beside him also looked deeply unsettled as the stranger entered the building.

Both men quickly moved to the edge, bracing themselves for battle against that thing... completely ignoring the woman sobbing after her child had been murdered, as if her world had just ended.

Footsteps echoed as the hooded man appeared, moving swiftly down the corridor toward them. Some of the guards stared at him, their eyes dazed with fear. But the ones who felt the most terror were Janos Slynt and his companion. Somehow, it was obvious he was there for them, especially under the gaze hidden beneath his hood.

"So you are the ones who killed the baby... I won't let you have an easy life..." Jon said in a dangerous tone, not bothering to disguise his voice, since they wouldn't have long to remember it.

"I'm here under the Queen's orders! You have no idea who I am!" Janos Slynt shouted immediately, despite his fear. But he couldn't even see how the stranger simply moved his hand and hurled his sword at him. The next moment, he was sent backward, crashing to the ground, feeling something cold in his thigh before the pain hit.

He collapsed, dazed, feeling the sword embedded in his leg after tearing through all the muscle, tendons, and bone.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" His scream echoed through the brothel as the soldier beside him took a step back in fear, watching his lord on the ground, his leg impaled with a sword, while the stranger kept approaching them with a calm stride.

"You... you son of a bitch!!!" The man shouted at the stranger who had wounded him, tears streaming down his face as he started to sob, collapsing onto the floor, a massive pool of blood forming beneath him from the uncontrolled hemorrhage in his leg.