JON
The horse Jon would be riding into the battle was black and not the prettiest. But it was strong and fierce. Fitting he supposed. Arya chose to stay on foot for better mobility. He turned back to Davos. "I trust you'll be able to take care of things from here."
He nodded and pulled Jon in for a hug. "Aye I will, do us a favour and stick to the plan."
Jon smiled and nodded turning his attention back to the battlefield. He eyed the scorpions lining the walls and hoped Daenerys would be able to handle it. He knows Drogon is agile but he's mainly only dodged one ice spear at a time so far. Dodging tons of giant bolts headed towards him scared Jon and he hoped he'd be able to handle it.
Ghost joined him at his side. The Dothraki and Second Sons were at the front to break the Golden Company's line and then the Unsullied, North, and Vale forces would be able to easily pick them off. Jon drew his sword and Daario drew his. When Jon ignited his sword into flames Daario's eyes grew wide.
"What the hell are you?"
Jon turned his head to the battlefield. "Jon Snow." Jon charged and the Dothraki followed him from behind. Then them and the company made contact.
It was terrible. The Golden Company picked off the Dothraki like it was sport for them. For every one mercenary that fell, five Dothraki fell first. Jon's horse was quickly poked full of arrows and he fell to the ground, luckily with little injury. The skill of the Golden Company was something Jon had never seen before. The way they used their spears were ways Jon had never even considered. While he was still able to take down five it certainly did not come with ease.
Through all the chaos he was able to spot Arya who almost seemed to be having fun. Clearly they would be no problem for her but her alone wasn't enough. Then came Strickland. Arya originally seemed to think nothing of it but as her one on one fight with Strickland raged on the more evident of how strong he really was started to show. His sword was quick and his feet quicker. Arya for once seemed to be struggling. Not just struggling but actually losing.
She was able to disappear after the fight got too difficult for her. She cut Strickland up well and he seemed to be weaker. That's when he saw Jon cutting down his men now like it was a dance. Jon spotted him out of the corner of his eye as he charged towards him. Due to Strickland's weakened state and Jon not sustaining any injuries just yet the fight was close to even. When Jon advanced, Strickland backed and when Strickland advanced Jon backed. The two would occasionally be pulled away to fight the other soldiers but they somehow always resumed the fight.
Jon parried one of Strickland's stab attempts knocking his sword to the ground and leaving him vulnerable. But when Jon went to stab him Strickland pulled one of his mercenaries in front of him to take the hit. Jon became blinded when the mercenary coughed blood into Jon's face and Jon quickly fell to the ground.
Jon was able to get the blood out of his eyes in time to see Strickland pinning him to the ground and ready to stab him. He raised his sword as Jon struggled to escape his grip. When he brought it down Jon closed his eyes before it pierced his flesh. But when it didn't he slowly opened one eye to see the blade inches from his face. He moved his head and saw the blade of a knife sticking through the face of Strickland.
His body fell to the floor and someone grabbed Jon's hand to lift him back to his feet. Once he returned to his senses he realized this person was talking to him. He turned his head and saw Daario.
"Are you in there Stark?" He said waving his hand in front of his face.
Jon could only muster a grunt and nod.

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My version of Game of Thrones season 8
FanfictionThis is my version of season 8 because as of right now I don't really like the direction season 8 is going for and I'd prefer to write my own version. Purely for my own entertainment and if others decide to read this and enjoy then for theirs as wel...