Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

26- Refreshing

"It-it's that crazy bitch!"

A man shouted as they noticed the scarred woman and burned man stride towards them, weapons drawn and fury on their faces.

"She killed Dean! And her horse bit off James' arm!" The man, who threatened Alia before screeched as all the men sat round the fire scrambled up to their feet drawing out their blunt daggers.

The bald man, clearly the leader steps forward and holds his arms up, causing Alia and Sandor to stop where they were.

"Ah, now, now..." He says, his voice northern and deep. He swung his sword around in his hand as he paced back and forth, looking at the two with a glint of malice in his smirk.

"I am sure we can arrange a deal surely? Man to man? Woman to cock?"

Alia lunged forward at him in disgust but was blocked by Sandor's large arm, holding her back.

"What kind of deal?" Sandor questions, making Alia look up to him in disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She breathes out, her voice in a hushed tone as she looks to the men then back up to him. "I just saved your life! A-and your cock!"

"Aye, you did." The bald man muses, taking a step toward the two.

"You're a big, strong man who definitely likes his brothels, food, weapons... money." He says, acting coy as he stabs his sword into the ground, showing that he wasn't going to attack them.

"I do. Get on with your offer?" Sandor urges on, taking a hold of Alia's back, his hand grasping onto quiver and bow.

"We're bandits. We have money. A lot. Five-thousand coin. For her."

Alia's eyes widen in horror at the possibility that the man she hated, yet felt so sorry for and then rescued him, was going to sell her to these men to have a go at her.

Sandor remained silent, almost as if he was contemplating the option.

"Alright fine."

Sandor rips off her bow and quiver, also throwing her sword that she equipped in her hands onto the ground.

Sandor grabbed Alia by the fabric of her tunic on her back and presented her forward to the leader.

"Sandor please!" She pleaded, turning on her heel and facing him, placing her hands against his chest. "I-I shouldn't have run. I know that now!"

Sandor looked down at the woman, her eyes filled with water, her cheeks growing red as he pushed her more and more closer towards the bandits. She wiggled and squirmed around in his grasp, resulting in kicking Sandor in the legs several times but he was way too strong. He looked away from her, staring at the hungry looking men as they rubbed their hands together, almost waiting to get their hands on the beautiful woman.

Sandor stops. He was less than a metre away from the bald man. Alia, still squirming in his grasp.

"Good. Now... hand her over."

The man held out his arm, waiting for the girl to be pushed in his direction but she doesn't. Instead. Sandor holds up his sword and slams down over the mans arm, chopping it right off. Blood splatters over Alia as she stumbles back, stunned at his actions.

Sandor pushes Alia behind him and quickly jabs his sword through the leaders head. He kicks the body off his sword and waits for Alia to grab her sword again.

Stumbling to her feet, still feeling sick after what happened, she grabs her sword and charges at the men, Sandor straight behind her as they both plough through the men like craving a piece of cake.