Here, girl. Syrio kicked one in the face and snatched the steel cap off the other's head. Knights vaulted onto snorting coursers while men-at-arms buckled their sword belts as they ran. He wore it whenever he sat the Iron Throne in King Robert's place.
Ser Gregor swung his sword, a savage twohanded blow that took the boy in the chest and knocked him from the saddle. Tyrion glanced up at the sellsword. Everyone else was yelling as well, and Sansa was crying. He's going to marry her, little Beth said dreamily, hugging herself.
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