(Third Person POV)
Aemon stepped forward, seeing that Ser Jaime was helped away, his wound being wrapped heavily as blood stained the bandages.
He stood there, seeing the bloodstains on the floor that were quickly being scrubbed by some servants.
"Is this what you prefer to do?" Aemon asked with a scowl, "Shed blood?"
Drakken lifted his sword and held it in front of his face, licking the blunt of it with his tongue, disturbing Aemon.
"I am the God of War." He said, "You don't get that title from sitting around and doing nothing. Blood must be spilled. An eat-or-be-eaten world, those who stand atop it are the ones who stand up and fight! Now tell me, Aemon Targaryen, are you someone who will stand and fight? Or are you too scared to do so, knowing that without your dragon, you are nothing?!"
Aemon drew his sword, "I will show you what a true dragon is." He said seriously, "I, Prince Aemon Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne."
Drakken smirked, "Well, come on then!"
As the servants quickly left the arena, Jaehaerys watched from his seat, a look of concern on his face.
"Will he be alright...?" He asked himself
Lady Jocelyn had held on to Alyssa's arm, "I'm so worried...." She tightened her grip on her
"T-Take it easy, Jocelyn...." Alyssa said
They watched as Aemon assumed a stance and began to step forwards, slowly, trying to gauge a feeling of how he'd attack.
But Drakken didn't care and had already attacked, thrusting his sword right at Aemon's face.
The Prince parried the sword and spun around, countering with a slash right at Drakken's neck. Drakken had parried the counter and tried for a riposte only for Aemon to step away with haste, causing Drakken to follow up with a downward swing, trying to catch him.
"Tch!" Aemon said as he parried that swing, "You...!"
Drakken didn't allow Aemon to counter, pressuring him with many quick slashes and swings that the Prince was barely able to dodge and parry. When Drakken slowed down and his blade parried, Aemon quickly went for a riposte, aiming at Drakken's heart but missed as the god of war had already dodged to Aemon's left.
Aemon saw as Drakken tossed his sword to his left hand and swung the blade at his face, causing the Prince to duck down, feeling the pressure of the swing.
As Drakken stepped past Aemon, the Prince straightened up and swung his sword at him. Drakken had already turned around and blocked the blade with ease, giving Aemon a wicked smirk.
"You're not half bad." Drakken said as he pushed Aemon off, "But not good enough."
Aemon swung his blade again, "Shut up!"
Drakken parried it and kicked Aemon in the knee, stumbling him. Then, in a quick motion, he stabbed at an opening in Aemon's shoulder plate, piercing his shoulder.
"A-Aghh!!" Aemon shouted in pain as he immediately pulled away and clutched the shoulder
"A-Aemon!" Lady Jocelyn exclaimed
"He got him?" Alyssa said
Alysanne clutched the skirt of her dress, sweat beads rolling down the side of her face, "Aemon...." She said under her breath
Drakken rushed at Aemon and spun around, swinging his sword at Aemon's neck which the Prince was able to parry.
Then, without wasting time, Aemon hit Drakken with a riposte, piercing his own shoulder. The god of war seemed unfazed, looking at the blade that was impaling his left shoulder.
"Ahh!" Aemon said as he panted, feeling the pain in his shoulder, "That makes three..."
"Right." Drakken said, "And here I am trying to ignore the pain...oh well..."
Aemon tried to pull the sword away but Drakken had grabbed a hold of his wrist, not letting go. This shocked the Prince, who did not expect Drakken to still have that much strength in his left arm.
"Y-You..." Aemon managed
"I figured you were better than this...." Drakken said with a frown, "You still need more work.....ah man....."
In a swift motion, Drakken stabbed Aemon through an opening in one of his leg armor, piercing his thigh.
"A-Agghhh!!!!" Aemon exclaimed with pain as he let go of his sword
Drakken pulled his blade out and swung it at Aemon's midsection, slicing his flesh with terrifying accuracy.
The Prince collapsed to the ground as blood began to pour out of his wounds, a distorted look of pain on his face.
"Aemon!" Baelon exclaimed, as he jumped the barrier and ran to his brother
"My Prince!!" Ser Gyles called for him
Drakken pulled Aemon's sword out of his shoulder without reacting, tossing it to the side.
"Prince Baelon." Drakken said, "Have you come to avenge your brother?"
Baelon was crouched down right next to his brother, glaring at Drakken, "You piece of shit!!" He said with nothing but anger, "I will kill you!!"
Drakken pointed at his chest, "Well, be a dear and plunge your blade into my heart." He goaded, "If you can."
Aemon was looking at Baelon, "I...." He said, "I'm not done yet...Baelon..."
"Aemon, you got stabbed in the leg, the bleeding must be stopped now!" Baelon told him
"N-No....!" Aemon said with a serious scowl, "I will not.....be humiliated like this!! I....!"
Baelon looked at him, "No, Aemon you-" He started before being cut off by a boot to the face, "Aghh!!"
He crashed on the ground hard as the sound of his armor banging on the stone resounded through the air. This caused a major gasp from the crowd to erupt as Drakken stood over Prince Aemon.
"Let the man die with honor." Drakken smirked as he raised his sword, going to swing it at Aemon, "Right, Prince Aemon?!"
"Aemon!!!" Jocelyn cried
Drakken swung his sword down but it was blocked by another blade.
"Hm?" Drakken said as he looked up to see Ser Gyles standing next to him, his blade the one that blocked it
Ser Gyles gave him a serious scowl, "You fiend...." He said, "The Prince is in no condition to continue."
Drakken pulled away and chuckled, "So he forfeits...?"
"That is correct." Ser Gyles said, "This is your game, your rules. Are you so willing to ignore them for the sake of your bloodlust?"
"Yes." Drakken said, "For I am a god...and my word is law....."
Baelon stood up, "You son of a...." He said as he rubbed his cheek, "I'll fucking....."
"My Prince, calm down." Ser Gyles said, "Take Prince Aemon to safety."
"No." Drakken said, "Have your servants pull him away. The two of you....at the same time."
Ser Gyles raised his eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
Drakken smirked viciously, "Oh you heard me." He said, "Let us make this more interesting!!! The two of you against me! At the same time!! The odds will be on your favor, no? Come on, Knight! Can you show me that your kind is worth the space you take up?! Bring it on!!!"
As servants immediately pulled Aemon away, Baelon stood next to Ser Gyles.
"Is this alright?" Baelon asked
"Can you keep up, Prince Baelon?" Ser Gyles asked him
"I will try my best...." Baelon drew Dark Sister
"Then, follow my lead." Ser Gyles said, "Today....."
"Today is the day we vanquish this monster."