(Third Person POV)
"Shit!!" Cole said as Vermithor's roar resounded through the air, "Everyone, scatter!! Divert his attention!! Get to the trees, now!!!"
Vermithor bit at Sheepstealer, the wild dragon immediately turning around and beginning to fly away.
"Fuck!" Ulf shouted, "I didn't sign up for this!!"
As Vermithor began the chase, he immediately looked down and opened his maw, unleashing flames as he swept along the way. The flames hit the ground and incinerated hundreds of men within seconds, explosions shaking the ground as the Bronze Fury flew above them.
"Seven Hells, Cole!" Gwayne exclaimed, "He's doing it again!!"
Vermithor only did a single sweep and continued flying after Sheepstealer, the wild dragon was bleeding from its wing as Ulf looked behind him in panic. The damage the army received was still significant, a massive wall of flames was seen dividing the rear and front as screams were heard. There was an intense stench of burnt flesh and melted metal filling the air and Criston looked up to see the two dragons slowly disappearing through the treeline to the army's left.
"Shit..." Cole said, "Move the army through the trees, now! Aerion is going to chase the dragon away, his attention won't be on us!"
"And if that's what he wants us to think??" Gwayne asked
"Then let's make sure we're fucking gone by then!!" Cole shouted, "Move, now!!!"
Cole and Gwayne began to gallop their horses towards the treeline, being followed by the rest of their men as the rest of the army began to compose itself, flames breaking it apart.
Over to the dragon chase, Sheepstealer let out a roar as Vermithor quickly picked up speed, snarling viciously. Ulf looked back at this with a panicked look on his face; he was wearing some bit of leather armor and held a sword on his side but despite this, he wasn't well equipped for a battle of this magnitude.
"Fucking hells!" Ulf cried as Vermithor's massive figure approached, "Gods, spare me!"
Vermithor bit at Sheepstealer's tail, clutching it tightly, and in a swift motion, ripped a massive chunk of it, blood flying everywhere.
The Wild Dragon shrieked in pain, spiraling down violently as its balance was lost.
"Fuuuuckkk!!!" Ulf cried out as he clutched on for dear life the dragon fell to the ground
Sheepstealer hit several trees, breaking the fall and crashed hard against the ground, debris and stone flying out everywhere as Vermithor flew above it.
Vermithor circled around and flew straight down as Sheepstealer was gathering its bearing, Ulf taking a serious hit from the crash.
"G-gahh...." Ulf said as Sheepstealer stumbled, letting out a whimper
The Dragon's tail was ripped off, causing it to lose its balance momentarily. That moment, however, was pivotal and caused it to crash, taking some serious damage. Ulf slid down from the dragon, his face covered in blood, and clutched onto his arm.
He had hit his face against Sheepstealer's hide, causing a gash on his forehead. He also broke his arm by holding on too tightly to one of the dragon's frills and the impact of the crash jerked it too hard, snapping it.
"Aghh..." Ulf said as he landed on the ground, "Fuck.....this is not my day..."
Sheepstealer slowly got up and without warning, was hit by the massive figure of Vermithor who flew right down at it. The wild dragon let out a pained roar as Vermithor growled viciously, clutching onto its neck, blood flying out as the disturbing sound of bones breaking was heard.
Ulf was sent flying by the shockwave, hitting the ground hard, "Aghh!!"
He looked up to see Sheepstealer struggling against the massive maw of Vermithor as the Bronze Fury stomped its body with his feet and used its wings to force the wild dragon down.
"Shit..." He said as blood poured of his gash
He then saw Aerion unstrap from the saddle and slowly dismount Vermithor, jumping down and landing on the ground as the Bronze Fury ripped apart a massive chunk from the wild dragon's neck.
"Hells..." Ulf said as he struggled to get up, Aerion slowly walking up to him, clad in his armor and his face covered by his helm, "F-Fuck, Aerion...."
Vermithor let out a roar and unleashed a stream of flames onto Sheepstealer's open wound, burning its flesh completely as the wild dragon went limp, its life immediately ending after that sudden flame attack.
Vermithor stopped his flame breath and reared his head up, letting out a triumphant roar as Aerion slowly walked towards Ulf.
"W-Wait, Aerion!" Ulf stood up, clutching his arm and stumbling back against a tree, "Wait, wait!!!"
Aerion didn't say a word, merely unsheathed Lamentation as he made his way towards him.
"I wasn't the one who killed Jaecaerys!" Ulf pleaded as he extended his arm out, "It was Hugh! It was him and Aegon!! Hugh, he's this big guy from the city, he was a blacksmith! I think he's related to King Jaehaerys, like me, but it was him! He rides on this big grey dragon, that has white stripes! He's the one who bashed the boy's head, I didn't do anything.....I was forced by King Aegon to attack Rhaenys, I swear! H-Hugh, he's at Tumbleton, he's with the Hightower army!"
Aerion still hasn't responded.
"I-I'm your kin!" Ulf said, "I'm Baelon Targaryen's bastard son! I'm your uncle!! I swear it! If you do this, you'll be a Kinslayer! You don't want to be cursed, right?"
Aerion, without saying a word, thrust Lamentation through Ulf's chest, impaling him against the tree the bastard widened his eyes with shock, blood poured from his mouth as he looked at Aerion.
"W-Why....?" Ulf said as he clutched Aerion's hand, "I....I am your father's.....brother....."
Aerion pushed the blade further through him and into the tree as he leaned closer to Ulf's face, the bastard seeing the dead-serious eyes through the helm's slits.
"You are no Uncle of mine." Aerion said coldly, "You killed my son and my aunt. This is what you deserved..."
"I-It wasn't me...." Ulf said as his head hung
Aerion pulled Lamentation out of his chest and as Ulf's body collapsed down on his knees, his head hanging down.
"Are those your last words?" Aerion stepped to his side
"K-Kinslayer...." Ulf managed
"Yea." Aerion said coldly as he swung his blade down, cleaving through his neck, "I guess you can call me that."
"If your scum words are true."
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Criston Cole and Gwayne Hightower heard the loud screams of their men being burned alive as Vermithor's roar was heard through the air.
"Shit!!" Cole said, "He's back so soon?!"
"What do we do, Cole?" Gwayne said, "Aemond and Daeron are on the other side of the Riverlands and if that bastard failed, we are done for!!"
"Fuck's sake...." Cole said as panic began to fill his body, "I don't know!!"
They were in a small clearing inside the woods they had begun to run through, seeing nothing but smoke in the distance as Vermithor's wings were heard flapping.
Suddenly, the Bronze Fury appeared in their sightline, letting out a vicious roar as he landed hard before them. The impact of the landing caused some tremors that stumbled any nearby soldier that was on foot. The presence of the vicious dragon caused most of the horses to run away, despite being mounted.
Gwayne and Cole's horses immediately stood on their hindlegs, dismounted them and causing them to hit the ground before running away in fear.
"Fuck!" Cole grunted
The two of them immediately got to their knees as they saw Aerion atop Vermithor, slowly dismounting his dragon.
Gwayne drew his sword, "There is no other choice...."
"Right.." Cole did the same
Aerion landed on the ground and stepped a couple of steps in front of Vermithor, raising the head of Ulf The White in his hand.
"You see this?" Aerion's serious voice was heard, "This is the fate of anyone who was involved in my boys' death."
"You hear that, Cole? Your time is up."