[A/N: The other fighters will be OCs because I really can't find suitable characters from this time period for something like this.]
(Third Person POV)
King Jaehaerys raised his arm, "Bring forth the warriors that will partake in this!" He commanded
Then, Drakken watched as seven men clad in armor emerged from the other entrance, near the King's stands. He noticed that Aemon and Baelon were among them, also recognizing two of the Kingsguard he had come across when he first met Jaehaerys.
Princes Aemon and Baelon wore their armor, white and black respectively. Aemon had his helm on his hand as Baelon had it worn, which amused Drakken. The two Kingsguard, Ser Gyles and Ryam were clad in their Kingsguard armor, their white cloaks flowing in the breeze.
Drakken didn't recognize the other three but he immediately noticed a tall man holding a greatsword and a shield. He had a sigil on his breastplate; a bronze shield with runes on the border.
"Hm..." He said, "That big one seems like trouble."
As the men were lined up, looking at Drakken with serious looks on their faces, Jaehaerys cleared his throat.
"Sers, Princes, one of you must step forward and commence the challenge." He said as he looked at him
"I will begin, Your Grace." the big one said as he stepped forward, "I, Ronnel Royce, will challenge the beast."
Drakken tilted his head, "Ho?"
Jaehaerys nodded, "Very well, Ser Ronnel." He said, "You may step forward and begin. We are all aware of the rules. You will fight until you either yield, die, or are in no condition to continue. And the only way to win is to pierce the heart of this Man."
"Easy enough." Ronnel said as he stepped through the entrance as a squire opened the door, "I will show this person what it means to challenge Knights."
Drakken spat on the ground, "Alright, enough talk." He said as he unsheathed his sword and tossed the scabbard aside, "Big words for a big man. A shield and a greatsword? You must be confident in your strength."
Ronnel stood before Drakken, a couple of meters away, "That, I am. Vile beast, I will slay you on this day." He said as his beard flowed in the breeze, "Prepare yourself!"
"Come now." Drakken said as he pointed his sword at him, "I don't have all day."
Ronnel assumed a defensive stance, leaning his greatsword on his shoulder as he slowly stepped forward, his shield raised. He slowly approached Drakken who was a bit perplexed by this approach, almost baffled.
"You're joking." Drakken said as he lunged at him, "You're going to turtle up?"
Drakken thrust his sword at the shield, feeling the impact of his humane strength. It didn't budge the behemoth of a man's iron-stance.
"Tch, it's like that, huh?" Drakken said as he stood there, his sword thrust against the shield
"Hmph." Ronnel said as he reared back slightly, "Fool."
With a surprising display of speed and power, Ronnel Royce swung the greatsword down at Drakken, hoping to cut him through.
However, Drakken had already sidestepped to Ronnel's sword arm and let out a sigh, "Yea yea...." He said as he swung his sword with one arm, cutting through one of the armor's weak points, "I'm the fool...I'm not using this stupid setup, you are."
Ronnel staggered in pain, his arm had been cut with extreme precision by Drakken, "H-Huh?!" He said, "You...."
Drakken then lunged at him and the Knight raised his shield only for Drakken to kick against it, budging him slightly. Drakken then swung his sword once against the shield, cracking it with a surprising display of strength. But as the sword had made an impact, Ronnel swung his greatsword once again. This time, he had aimed for Drakken's upper body, trying to cleave him in half but the god of war had immediately ducked to avoid the swing.
As the swing missed, Drakken immediately lunged up and tackled Ronnel, pushing him back and he immediately rushed him, swinging his sword at Ronnel's greatsword to disarm him. The impact of the swing was enough to rattle Ronnel's arm and cause him to lose his grip. The greatsword fell down on the ground and Drakken was about to capitalize.
"Oh no!" Alyssa, who watched from the stands, exclaimed
Ronnel Royce, however, had hit Drakken with a vicious shield bash, pushing him back, "Hmph!"
Drakken, unfazed by the blow, merely looked at him, "Interesting...."
Ronnel immediately grabbed the greatsword and ignored the pain of his wound, assuming a defensive stance and kept his shield raised.
Baelon saw this, "Is this even effective?" He said, "A greatsword and shield combination? Seems to slow."
"Pay attention, My Prince." Ser Gyles said as he had his arms crossed, "Only a man of Ser Ronnel's stature and power can make something like that work. The enemy can only pierce his defense should they bait his swings out like that man did but despite that, it won't be easy to finish him off."
"Correct." Ser Ryam said
One of the other men who was watching, smiled, "Is that so?" He said as his blue eyes glimmered in the sunshine, "That's good to know."
This man had blonde hair that was hidden by the helm he wore, small strands being exposed on his forehead.
Aemon was watching intently, "Drakken is no joke either." He said, "Something tells me that he's hiding his true skill."
"If he wasn't, I'd be worried for him." Ser Ryam said, "Ser Gyles and I would make quick work of him."
Drakken took a step forward and narrowed his eyes, focusing on the defensive stance that Ser Ronnel had.
"A frontal assault would only result in me baiting his attacks but staying within his close range isn't smart, despite his massive greatsword." He thought to himself, "There's only one option in finishing this quickly. I'll have to do that. I didn't want to do it right away, but I don't care.."
"Ser Ronnel, you say?" Drakken asked
"That is correct." Ser Ronnel said
"Do you have children?" Drakken said
"Why do you ask, foul beast?" Ronnel said with a raised eyebrow
"Oh, I just want to know if there's children waiting for you to return home." Drakken said with a smirk, "Because bad news, you won't."
"The gods will be the judge of that." Ser Ronnel said as he stepped forth slowly
"No, just one." Drakken said as he raised his sword, "Me."
He rushed at Ronnel and thrust his sword at his shield, pulling it back and firing off several repeating thrusts to try to break the shield.
Ronnel found an opportunity to swing his greatsword, going for a fierce downwards swing the moment that Drakken slowed his thrusts down.
Drakken sidestepped to his shield side and spun around, ending up behind Ser Ronnel with a shocking display of speed.
Then, with a quick motion, Drakken stabbed Ser Ronnel in the back of the neck, his blade coming out from the front of his throat, blood spraying everywhere.
Alyssa and Jocelyn widened their eyes in pure shock. There was a loud gasp in the crowd as Ser Ronnel suddenly dropped his sword to the ground, his eyes widened in shock as the light left them.
In the span of a quick second, Drakken had claimed his first victim in the Drakken Games.
"Ah!" Alyssa exclaimed
"S-So vicious!" Lady Jocelyn said
Aemon and Baelon watched this with shock.
"That fiend!" Aemon exclaimed
"With ease...." Baelon said
Drakken pulled his sword out and kicked Ser Ronnel's body forward, causing it to collapse to the ground, blood pouring on the floor.
"Heh." He said as he glanced at Jaehaerys who watched with shock, "Here I thought he was going to be trouble. I was wrong."
"He was nothing but trash."