They didn't kill him.
A big mistake.
They simply chained him with larger chains that they used for the elephants. They threw him in a much stronger cage, meant to hold wild animals.
A big mistake.
When Robert woke up again, he was no longer the same man from the previous night. He'd grown stronger, and the many bandages on his body held no meaning. His wounds had healed, and his energy was at its peak.
Let's aim higher tonight.
Click!
Creak!
The chains gave way.
The metal bars bent away.
The guards standing in front of his cage stepped back in otherworldly fear. They didn't even scream, just gasped for air and fell, kneeling to the ground.
"Thank you." Robert grabbed their short swords, both of them, and stabbed them to death before they could make a sound.
That night, his goal was to kill Aegon, Oberyn, and Jon. Killing them was enough to end his troubles. The Golden Company was nothing without the pretender to lead them.
Paaaaa!
This time, someone saw him from a distance and blew the alerting horn.
They're prepared.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He looked towards the direction of the sound and saw ten elephants charging towards him.
They knew I was going to get out?
Taking a deep breath, Robert stepped to the side of a weapon's rack outside a tent. He grabbed the spear from it and aimed it at an elephant. He pitted the creatures but now he had to hurt them to stop them.
Shwoooo!
The spear flew, slicing through the air, and making a sound. A moment later, the elephant in the middle screamed in pain as the spear blinded its one eye. It cried in pain and swayed left and right, bumping into the other elephants.
That was enough to disorient the charge. The space was tight to begin with, as there were tents all around. The mahout got busy trying to control the elephants.
And Robert got busy killing.
He avoided the mistakes of the previous night and focused on moving towards the golden tent. He grabbed whatever weapon he got his hands on and used it. He ignored the arrows that lodged into his flesh and just slaughtered the men who stood in his way.
His only goal was to kill three men, not the entire Golden Company.
Despite the now armored men, Robert's arms drew blood with each strike. Each swing meant certain death. It was a dance of blood and flesh, and in the midst of it all was one bloodied demon, tall and huge, roaring like a maddened animal.
The faint-hearted ones simply gave up and never approached. The ones with some skills managed to dodge at times but eventually succumbed. Their crowding hindered their own movements while Robert was free to aim at any man.
"You're a monster, Robert!"
"Oh?" Robert halted immediately and focused on the voice from the side. "Finally out of your hole."
"WHAT ARE YOU?"
Robert laughed. He knew he looked like a monster now. Unhindered despite the arrows stuck in his back, wounds all over him bleeding. "I'll tell you when I find out. Now, are you going to use that little spear, Oberyn?"
"Oh, I'm going to use it to end your vile existence," Oberyn declared and made a run towards Robert, his famed spear in his hands, his body covered in red-ish armor. "You will die to—"
Clank!
Robert didn't even move.
Robert didn't even flinch.
He only shifted his head a little sideways and caught Oberyn's spear as it came thrusting towards him. On the other edge was Oberyn, shocked beyond belief, dangling from his spear.
"You always were arrogant."
Robert swung the blade in the other hand. He was faster than Oberyn could react to and connected with Oberyn's dangling legs.
Thud!
The pain registered in the Dornishman's mind. His grip loosened from the famous spear, and he fell on the ground, but not on his feet, for he had none.
Both his legs tumbled away, sliced perfectly from his knees. Blood gushed out as Oberyn stared at his open wound, too shocked by the sudden change of events. A lot of regret swept through his mind.
Robert shook his head and stepped closer to Oberyn, who tried to scoot away with his arms, desperate for a way to save himself.
"All I wanted from Dorne was peace." Robert fumed and used Oberyn's spear. He stabbed it down right into his groin and left it standing there, pinning him to the ground.
"Aaaaaah!" Oberyn screamed in pain.
"I brought the Mountain to you." Robert walked to the side of Oberyn's flailing body, writhing in pain, only his arms still energetic enough to move. "All I ever wanted was peace across the fucking realm! Ha!"
Aye, he was the demon for them.
He did what a demon would.
He stomped his right foot right atop Oberyn's face. As a man who could fight and push back an elephant, his stomp was harsher than an elephant's.
"Ha!"
Oberyn's face caved in, starting with his nose that got crushed. Then his upper jaw and cheekbones, then all his teeth, his eye sockets cracked, and before Robert knew it, his foot stood in a gooey mess of brain matter and blood.
Following that, Robert simply stood there for a while and looked at the pale faces around him. He'd been completely surrounded by now, and the golden tent was beyond his reach. Oberyn was dead but it didn't change much. The pretender needed to die.
"You could hand me the pretender and Jon. But I know you won't." Robert grabbed Oberyn's spear this time. "Let's continue then."
And they did continue.
No more elephants. No more horses. Just men circling around Robert and trying to stab him with whatever they had in their hands. Not many succeeded before getting their heads chopped off. But enough did to cause the King of Westeros to fall to his knees.
He kept fighting even then, eventually exhausting himself to a blackout.
What happened after that, he had no clue.
But that night, 1200 died.
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It was dark.
It felt heavy.
It felt confining.
Mentally, Robert became aware that he'd woken up but unlike last time, he couldn't open his eyes and move his body freely.
Did they bury me?
Just then, he heard a scraping sound from above him. It sounded like someone shoveling dirt. So, he used all his strength to wriggle himself and make some room. It wasn't too hard for he had once again grown stronger.
He didn't know yet by how much, but he knew there were changes within him. He was able to move his fist up and down, and eventually make a shovel out of his own hand.
He began digging himself upward slowly to get out. The soil was loose, thankfully, and now he was certain he'd been buried. Slowly, he dug himself out and the sound of the shovel also increased.
Woosh!
At last, he felt a whiff of fresh air and a shovel removed the soil covering his face. He saw the sky reaching sunset, slightly red-hued. A face was visible, the man shoveling—Jaqen.
"Hah!" Robert exhaled a deep breath and fully pulled himself out of the soil.
"Valar Morghulis."
Robert didn't respond to his greeting. "They buried me?"
"A man thought you lost to death."
"Wrong, clearly," he replied and let himself fall flat on the ground. He stared at the sky tiredly, hungry even. "How long do I have to keep doing this?"
"A man has not long. They pack their things, whispering of curses and ill omens. Some say the pretender offends the gods. Others see a demon, perhaps a god, in you. The camp is split."
Robert nodded as he'd have thought the same if he'd been one of them. "Let's get this started then."
Not even a scratch on him, Robert stood up to his fool height. Although his clothes remained covered in dirt and dried blood, he felt refreshed. "I'm not stopping until I have the pretender and Jon's head."
"A man should try persuasion. Offer mercy, a trade—pretender and Jon for their lives. Those who fought you yesterday swore to the pretender, and now they lie dead, never to swear again."
Lazily, Robert began walking towards the camp he saw far in the distance. "I'll try."
He personally didn't know what was the record for kills by a single man but he was certain he'd broken it. He clenched his fist and looked at his knuckles turning white. The strength was enough to crush a stone into powder with ease.
What am I? he asked himself. How much stronger can I get?
Soon enough, Robert arrived at the guarded entrance of the Golden Company's camp. Though at the first sight of him, the sentries ran into the camp instead of facing him.
This is new.
Robert grabbed a sword that the sentries had left behind and walked into the camp.
"No!"
"Demon!"
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