9 SHIT HAPPENS

POWERSTONE PLEASE....I AM ADDICTED

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As I surveyed the small group, a sense of satisfaction washed over me.

Ah, the sweet taste of power!

Will was still standing there with his mouth agape, looking like he had just seen a unicorn riding a dragon. But there was a glimmer of delight in his previously cold eyes. The man knew he was about to be a free man.

"Lord Stark, I shall have that man released," I declared, my voice dripping with authority. It wasn't a request, and even the king knew better than to object. I mean, come on, I had just turned a plain metal object into a freaking light sword that was now dangerously close to his throat. Who's got the power now, huh?

As for the next step in my plan, it was the most dangerous one yet. I counted nine horses, including Bran's little pony. They all had to go.

"Hey, imp!" I called out to the short man who had disappeared yet again. this time he came from behind Jon, looking as aggravated as usual. "Give him your pouch," I commanded, pointing at Will.

"But I..." Tyrion started to protest, but I cut him off. "No buts, your pouch now." I relished interrupting him mid-sentence. It's the little things in life, you know?

I watched with newfound pleasure as Will took the pouch and threw it in his pocket. Knowing how much Tyrion loved the Winterfell brothels, I knew I had dealt the dwarf a major blow. But it was a necessary evil. Will needed everything he could get to escape successfully. Not because I had grown fond of him, mind you. I just needed those meager points to unlock a Force ability.

"Now Will, you choose your mount and take the others with you? " Leave the king's stallion behind". I wasn't looking at Will when I gave this order. but I knew the guy had gone back to staring with his mouth.

"Fast unless you want to die, idiot." I was losing my cool fast at the guy's uselessness. Plus, I knew the crowd in front of me was made up of some of the best minds in all of Westeros. I did not want to give them time to think. If they composed themselves, I was doomed.

However, I knew that if I could trust Will with one thing, it was to take the horses away as he escaped; after all, he was a night watch. but perhaps he would leave them behind and run for his life as soon as he got out of my sight.

The person with a serious problem was me. How would I get myself out of this group that was thirsting for my blood?

**************20 minutes later**********************

I had now managed to hold the group for twenty minutes. At least that should be enough time for Will, who was on a horse, to cover some ground.

Now the only trouble was me. The king's stallion was waiting patiently about ten meters from where we were.

I hastily did my mental calculus.

I would have to inflict some kind of injury on the king. nothing serious but still enough to throw them into deeper confusion, then I would have to rush and mount the stallion before they could reach their weapons, and then it would be adios between me and them.

Of course, all these were on paper, and I could feel a thin sweat breaking on my forehead. After all, I and plans often don't see eye to eye.

I started to back up, still holding the king in a chokehold. The men of the king's guard made to follow, but I wouldn't have it.

"No, no, "I warned, still moving. "You stay where you are". I could see the fury in Jaimie's eyes; he probably didn't care a thing about Robert; after all, the king had married his lover. What Jaimie desired was a chance to clash swords with me(which would probably end quite disastrous for him).

I knew his ego as the foremost knight in the kingdom had been bruised by my disarming them.

Still, he had no choice but to comply, seeing that Ser Barristan himself had.

The king and I were now a good distance from the rest of the group. just two steps from the stallion.

"I should cut your throat, you know," I said threateningly to Robert. "Just to give you a taste of what you wanted to serve me." Of course, I was small-talking, I didn't,t know if even I would have the guts to hurt an unarmed man; But I had to make him as unfocused as possible.

"Now, I will..." but I never finished. I swiftly switched off the saber and forcefully shoved the king forward. I didn't stop to look, but a thud on the ground alerted me that the man had stumbled.

In two huge leaps, I had already launched myself onto the stallion and reached for the reins.

now I was not a stranger to horses myself, at thirteen I had been a volunteer at a breeding ranch, yet mounting this stallion still felt weird.

The screams behind me fueled me into action.

I turned the horse and began to gallop away when a sudden hiss slightly missed my shoulder. When I turned, I saw a second spear in Ser Barristan's hands.

"Freaking hell, I thought the man only used swords!"

As the commander launched the second spear, I reared to one side, and a second later, a hiss in my left arm told me he had missed again, but slightly.

Thank God there wasn't an archer present.

The stallion had begun gathering speed, but I could still hear the screams of men as they attempted to pursue me.

I turned to see how far they were, and that is when sh*t happened. Of course, it always chooses the worst possible time to occur.

In that short span that I had turned, the stallion suddenly came across a fallen log and, of course, expertly flew over it.

After all, it was a royal steed; it had to have the best moves. That was not the problem, though.

As I turned to readjust my sitting position on the saddle, my sleeves briefly brushed past my belt, and I suddenly heard the thud of something hitting the ground.

I knew what had happened even before I checked. But just to confirm it, I took both reigns on my left hand and felt for my saber. It wasn't on my belt, where I had hastily clipped it.

I could see that the soldiers had also noticed me dropping the saber; they were now running like hell, led by Jamie

This was one of those moments you hear about. Only a second has gone by, but you feel as if it's been a lifetime. In that second, you weigh over a hundred possibilities yet can't find a favorable one, and that was me.

I contemplate turning the stallion and charging head-on toward the oncoming soldiers. Yet my logical mind was against this action plan.

Even if I reached the saber before the soldiers took it, I would have no chance of escaping again. The remaining option would have to be a fight.

With the saber, I could kill a good number of soldiers, but once they surrounded me, nothing would stop some from stabbing me while I was engaging others.

Even worse was the problem of lances. One lacking thing with the Shii cho form was that it was not meant for deflecting any projectile, and coupled with my poor grasp of it, I didn't stand a chance against a round of the bloodthirsty lot.

At this moment, I strongly felt my lack of defense. Oh, how much hell could I have rained on these bastards if only the system had given me just one free Force ability? Up until now, I had come to feel positive about my presence in Westeros, but now I realize that was largely because I had the most powerful weapon in all of the GOT worlds.

Without that weapon, I was like a naked man on the night watch in the haunted forest.

The moment of indecision was suddenly over. I watched with stinging eyes as Jaimie Lannister reached for my saber first. He abruptly stopped his pursuit and retrieved the saber. Now I could feel the warm trickle drop down my face. "One day I shall kill that man," I swore to myself.

Now only one mission was in my head: save my ass and find a way to retrieve the saber.

Thank God they had no horses, and before reinforcement arrived from the castle, I will have lost myself in the dense maze of the Wolfswood.

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