The Guard Captain's face violently twitched.
"Just you? A single fucking woman?"
He aggressively sized up Brienne's impossibly massive, towering frame. The initial mockery in his eyes rapidly mutated into naked, bloodthirsty intent.
He aggressively waved a heavy hand at the grunts behind him.
"Take her down!"
"I absolutely do not give a fuck if she's breathing!"
At his absolute command, the seven heavily armed guards simultaneously raised their steel.
They fanned out, flawlessly forming an ironclad encirclement, advancing on Brienne step by deliberate step.
The razor-sharp blades violently caught the fragmented sunlight bleeding through the trees, radiating an absolute, freezing lethality.
Margaery shrank completely behind Brienne's massive back, her entire body violently shaking. She squeezed her eyes shut, absolutely terrified to watch.
Brienne stood completely, flawlessly still.
She simply tightened her death grip on her heavy longsword.
"Die, bitch!"
The closest guard let out a bloodcurdling roar. He aggressively charged forward first, thrusting his longsword in a lethal, straight line directly toward Brienne's heart!
Brienne merely shifted her massive frame a fraction of an inch.
CLANG!
An explosive, ear-piercing clash of steel.
Her longsword struck second but arrived first, parrying the lethal thrust at an impossibly precise, brutal angle.
The guard felt a massive, crushing kinetic force violently travel down his blade. The webbing between his thumb and index finger aggressively split open, his sword nearly flying out of his hand.
Before his brain could even process the shock.
Brienne smoothly snapped her wrist, stepping into the opening.
SHHHNK!
The razor-sharp steel cleanly, ruthlessly sliced straight through his throat.
Thick, hot blood violently sprayed into the air.
The guard desperately clutched his own neck, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull in absolute, paralyzed disbelief as he heavily collapsed into the dirt.
The entire exchange happened too fast!
It was so impossibly fast that the remaining six guards couldn't even mentally process what had just occurred!
"Attack together! Now!"
The Guard Captain violently snapped out of his shock. This woman's absolute combat prowess completely, horrifyingly dwarfed his expectations!
The remaining six men didn't dare hesitate for a fraction of a second. Roaring with adrenaline, they aggressively launched a simultaneous, coordinated assault from every single angle!
Six heavy longswords violently completely sealed off every possible inch of space Brienne had to dodge!
Margaery's heart violently slammed into her throat!
Yet, Brienne's harsh face remained an entirely unreadable, dead-calm mask.
She didn't retreat. She aggressively pushed forward!
She took a massive, explosive step forward, violently driving her heavily armored shoulder straight into the guard directly in front of her!
The guard absolutely hadn't anticipated such a brutal, barbaric counter.
He felt exactly like he had just been violently struck by a charging, rabid bull. His massive body was aggressively launched backward, violently crashing into another guard behind him and taking them both straight to the ground.
The ironclad encirclement instantaneously fractured!
Brienne flawlessly seized the exact opening, violently swinging her heavy longsword once again!
"AGHHH!"
"AGGH!"
Two bloodcurdling shrieks simultaneously tore through the forest.
Two more guards aggressively dropped to the dirt, desperately clutching their violently bleeding, deeply gashed arms.
In the blink of an eye, the elite seven-man Tyrell squad was brutally reduced to exactly three men still standing.
The Guard Captain stared at Brienne, who was standing there like an absolute, impenetrable iron tower. Cold, terrified sweat violently poured down his forehead.
How the fuck was this a woman?!
This was a literal, walking humanoid monster!
"Stay the fuck back!"
The Guard Captain roared, his voice completely betraying his sheer, internal panic.
Brienne completely ignored him.
She simply locked her piercing blue eyes dead onto his face, advancing on him step by deliberate, terrifying step.
The Guard Captain's mind completely shattered.
He looked at his violently moaning men on the dirt, and then at the apocalyptic, suffocating bloodlust actively radiating from Brienne. His legs began to violently, uncontrollably shake.
"Fall back! Retreat!"
He let out a highly panicked, desperate shriek, frantically spinning around to run for his fucking life.
But it was far too late.
The absolute second he turned his back, Brienne exploded into motion.
Her speed was impossibly fast for her size. In a single, violent blink, she entirely closed the gap.
The Guard Captain only saw a heavy blur before an apocalyptic spike of agony violently tore through his shoulder.
"AGHH!"
He shrieked like a slaughtered pig. His right arm, still desperately clutching his sword, was brutally, deeply gashed by Brienne's blade, entirely drenched in thick blood.
The longsword clattered heavily into the dirt.
Brienne's razor-sharp tip stopped dead, hovering less than an inch from his open mouth.
All she had to do was thrust forward, and the steel would violently pierce the back of his skull.
The Guard Captain completely collapsed into the dirt. A warm, highly foul stench instantly saturated the air.
He had actually pissed himself.
Brienne stared down at his pathetic, completely broken state, a heavy flicker of absolute disgust flashing in her eyes.
She smoothly lowered her sword.
"Get the fuck out of here."
"Tell Mace Tyrell."
"Stop actively hunting Lady Margaery."
"Or I will violently butcher every single man he sends."
The Guard Captain looked exactly like he had just been granted absolute divine amnesty. He frantically scrambled up from the dirt and sprinted wildly into the tree line without looking back for a single second.
The few remaining guards who could still physically move desperately hauled their bleeding comrades up and limped aggressively away into the darkness.
Dead silence violently crashed back down over the forest.
The only things left were the heavy, highly metallic stench of blood and the faint groans of the critically wounded.
Margaery slowly, shakingly opened her eyes.
She stared at the massive, heavily armored back of the woman standing dead center in a pool of blood, entirely, completely paralyzed.
"You... you're violently bleeding!"
Margaery suddenly let out a panicked gasp.
She finally saw it. On Brienne's left arm, there was a deep, bone-exposing gash. Thick blood was aggressively, continuously pouring down her armor.
It was a highly lethal sneak attack from one of the guards during the chaotic melee.
Brienne casually glanced down at the massive wound, her expression not shifting a single fraction of an inch.
She smoothly walked back to Margaery, heavily hauling the girl up from the dirt.
"Can you physically walk?"
"I... I think my ankle is completely sprained," Margaery whimpered, her eyes rapidly flushing red again.
Brienne didn't waste a single syllable.
She crouched down, aggressively tearing a massive strip of silk from Margaery's ruined dress, and then violently ripped a thick piece of heavy linen from her own tunic.
She flawlessly, methodically splinted Margaery's swollen ankle first, and only then did she blankly, mechanically begin wrapping her own violently bleeding arm.
Throughout the entire agonizing process, she didn't let out a single grunt of pain.
Margaery stared at Brienne's harsh, un-beautiful face and those ironclad, resolute eyes. An unprecedented, massive wave of absolute security violently washed over her.
"Thank you," Margaery whispered, her voice choking with heavy emotion.
"Save it. I owed Loras an absolute favor."
Brienne's voice remained dead and flat.
She tightly secured the final knot on her bandage, heavily lifted Margaery straight up into her saddle, and flawlessly swung herself up behind her.
"We ride to King's Landing."
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King's Landing.
The Tower of the Hand.
Lynn was standing aggressively in front of a massive, highly detailed map of Westeros, his dead gaze methodically locking onto Storm's End and Highgarden.
Stannis, that rigid old bastard, was genuinely capable of violently stirring up an apocalyptic mess.
Not only had he flawlessly absorbed Renly's massive army, but he had also managed to permanently chain House Tyrell directly to his war chariot.
Right now, the absolute entirety of the South had fallen completely into his ironclad grip.
Combine that with Tywin Lannister actively attempting to use Stannis as a lethal proxy to bleed King's Landing dry...
Stannis had violently inherited his dead brother's massive assets. He currently commanded an apocalyptic force of well over one hundred thousand men.
It was highly problematic.
But honestly, only highly problematic.
Lynn slowly closed his eyes. His apocalyptic, god-tier mental energy violently expanded, aggressively bridging the massive geographical distance, locking dead onto the Trident.
Miles away, Robb Stark, who was currently heavily buried in military logistics, violently shuddered.
A highly familiar, completely undeniable voice echoed aggressively inside his skull.
"Robb."
"It's me."
Robb's face instantaneously warped into absolute, euphoric ecstasy.
"Lynn!"
"Listen to me."
"Stannis's massive army is about to violently march directly on King's Landing."
"I need you to actively, immediately mobilize the absolute entirety of the Northern, Vale, and Riverlands forces."
"Do absolutely not engage him in a direct, head-on slaughter."
"Have the Vale cavalry aggressively, relentlessly harass his supply lines! I want them squeezed so tight he can't even get a clean pair of fucking underwear delivered!"
"Order the Manderly fleet from White Harbor to violently blockade Dragonstone. Permanently sever their maritime logistics."
Robb's eyes violently lit up with predatory excitement.
"I understand completely, My Lord!"
"Next, detach exactly one thousand highly elite men and send them straight to the Westerlands border."
"No sieges. No set-piece battles."
"Have the Blackfish disguise the men. Burn their fields, violently pillage their grain. Make absolutely sure Tywin doesn't get a single fucking day of peace."
"I want Tywin so apocalyptically bogged down he can't afford to send Stannis a single grain of rice or a single copper star!"
"Done!"
Having flawlessly executed his strategic layout, Lynn slowly opened his eyes and walked directly to the massive window.
He stared out at the endless expanse of the Narrow Sea to the east.
Strictly relying on the North's strategic pinning and the Westerlands' harassment wasn't going to be enough.
After all, with Stannis's massive armies actively blocking the kingsroad, Robb absolutely could not physically reach King's Landing in time to break the siege.
If Lynn genuinely wanted to violently, permanently eradicate the apocalyptic threat Stannis posed, he desperately needed more troops.
An absolute, unstoppable army that could seemingly manifest out of thin air.
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