Rescuing Starks part-2

Tywin had a look of baffled surprise on his face, which was short-lived as it twisted into anger. He'd look at Joffrey, yelling something out at him and his daughter beside him. Whatever was being said angered Joffrey back who snapped out, all while Cersei gave a look of pure terror over what was being said. If anything, Tywin seemed ready to strangle the boy, making Cersei get between them as she tried to reason with bickering two. He'd turn about to the executioner, but his commands were being drowned out among all the noise.

Varys was completely shocked by the order, the chubby man glancing a bit as if looking for someone to intervene. He'd hurry over to the other side of the stage, trying to speak between the arguing Lannister's, being completely ignored.

Jaime glanced about at every one, unsure what to do in the pure chaos breaking out. He'd turn about to speak to Janos, trying to give orders to the man who stood about in confusion. The young knight pointed about, seems to be wanting the Watch to intervene somehow. He'd step up towards his fellow King's Guard, trying to tell them to let Eddard go, though the men seemed unsure with the conflicting orders.

During all of this, Jason struggled forward through the crowd, pushing and shoving until he neared the front of the stage. The Watch was struggling to keep the people back, shields up and swords even being drawn in a warning. Already the Surgebinder questioned what to do, knowing right now the plan to save Sansa was completely changed now…ruined even. "EDDARD! EDDARD! NED!" He yelled out, trying to get his friend's attention.

The man must have heard as he glanced up suddenly, eyes wide as he'd look over the crowd before noticing Jason. Even with the cloak hood up, he could just see the Surgebinder's pale face and cat-like eyes. A small smile hinted his face, though it was cut short as Ice was drawn out beside him, his executioner raising it in a show before the people.

Stormlight kicked in as Jason knew there were only moments left to decide. For a moment he closed his eyes, shutting out all the chaos around him. When he opened his eyes again everything was going in slow motion and the only sounds being his heartbeat and breathing. It had been too long since he been placed in such a moment of stress, though he never expected it to happen in such a situation. His hands flexed and clenched at his sides, his body tensing up as he was ready to move. He threw a bag of glowing gems up in the air and syphoned their light into him. And glowed like a star.

"Hold it you…oh…oh gods!" The Guard started when Jason pushed his way towards him, hood falling back to reveal his face. The man didn't get another word out before the studded fist of the Surgebinder punched right at his throat, crushing his windpipe with one move that left him gasping for air. Grasping the choking guard, he'd fling it hard to the right, slamming into the other two guards who could hardly react before being knocked to the ground.

1 heartbeat.

"It is him! It's Whitetorne!" Someone in the crowd yelled out, awe in their voice. Quickly all focus on Ned's nearing death was gone as voices spoke out about Jason, muttering his name and titles.

"Get them Whitethorne!"

"Someone stop him!"

"Down with the nobles!"

6 heartbeat.

Suddenly people were outright fighting as the supporters of Jason and Ned started to clash with those with the royal family. From the offhand comments, it seemed some commoners just wanted to lash out against the high and mighty, seeing this a chance to do so. People tried to rush the stage, forcing the line of guards to keep the mob back with raised shields and swinging swords. It was going to become a bloody brawl, but a suitable distraction for the Surgebinder.

Jason didn't hesitate as he'd bend his legs and leap up onto the stage, clearing the five-foot height with ease. In mid-leap, he'd draw his steel blade before landing, body twisting about just as the execution swung Ice down. The Surgebinder wasn't sure if the attack was meant for Ned's neck or him since he now stood in the way. It didn't matter though as he'd block the giant blade, the ringing sound of the two swords ringing out over all other noises.

The clang seemed to stop everything as for a moment silence filled the air as the Surgebinder and Ilyn struggled in a clash, though it was short-lived. With a growl, Jason pushed back to make the man stagger with Ice raised. The steel blade then slashed across, cleanly cutting the man's hands-off.

10 heartbeat.

The shardblade appeared before Jason. Right then did the noise return, screams, cheering and yells drowning out the executioner's garbled cries of pure pain as he dropped to the ground, shaking as he stared at his bloodied stumps while Ice clashed to the ground. However, Jason wasn't distracted by the bloody scene as he'd twist about to face Sandor and the two King's Guard, the trio rushing in to attack without hesitation.

"Bloody Surgebinder!" The Hound growled out; sword raises to strike.

Jason simply raised his left hand though, fingers twisting about which Sandor quickly recognized. While the dog helmed man turned away in time, the two King's Guard didn't as they got caught in the short burst of energy shot them up in the sky.

The Surgebinder though was not finished as he summoned stromlight, throwing it to his left as Jaime and the City Watch were trying to intervene. He'd grasp around Ned's side, supporting him as the man struggled to get up from his knees.

"Can you move on your own?" Jason asked as Eddard stood up, legs shaking slightly.

Ned nodded, panting as he struggled with exhaustion. "Aye…"

"Jason!" Jaime's voice yelled out, the young knight stepping through the thick smoke. His face showing no anger, but a determined focus as he stared down the Surgebinder. "By order of King Joffrey, you are under arrest!"

"KILL HIM! KILL THE TRAITOR!"

Both men looked at Joffrey who was yelling from his higher spot, pure rage showing as he looked right at the Surgebinder. Cersei had a look of true fear, trying to tug her son as far away as possible. Sansa who was behind them had a look of shocked joy, a first for Jason. She wasn't struggling with the lone guard who was keeping her as a hostage. Tywin meanwhile looked over at his son and the Surgebinder, the man having that stern look as he was no doubt thinking over the many possible outcomes that could play out.

"Seems he says otherwise." Jason calmly stated back to Jamie who trying to stand. "Let me and Eddard go. Enough bloodshed has happened."

Jaime shook his head, stepping closer with his sword up. "Why…there is no escape here. This isn't going to be a repeat like before." He'd gesture out to the crowd, a riot seeming to be building up as people started to brawl between each other or with the line of guards. "Surrender. Father and I will…"

Yet Jason shook his head. "No. No more deals or bargains. We walk…that is my offer." His gaze was tense towards Jaime, body shifting into a ready fighting stance.

"Then I'm sorry Jason…"

At that moment there was a bang and a whistling sound, drawing yells and screams from the crowds. Everyone on the stage except Jason looked up to see a flare streaking through the air, arching high up over the rooftops. More followed as the rest of Jason's companions alerted the rest of their forces out from the side streets.

Jason, however, took advantage of the flares as he'd rush Jaime, the young knight only able to react in time as his sword to block the Surgebinder's. Both swords ground together in a clash. The supernatural blade sliced the mundane one in half.

Jason put reflexes to the limit as he'd place well-timed kick at for Jaime, breaking the knight's stance for just a split second. It was all the time he needed as he pushed his left hand right up to Jaime's breastplate, storm light was summoned. At that moment, he could see a baffled look on the Lannister's face before the short burst of telekinetic energy shoved him into the sky, throwing him into the trio of Watch guards off the edge of the stone stage and into the crowd below.

Sudden dizziness hit the Surgebinder after using the Surge, making his vision blur much like before. However, a firm hand on his shoulder snapped him back to focus as Eddard stood behind him, one hand grasping Ice, though more of dragging the blade. While it was no doubt far lighter than it looked.

"Jason! Hold on up there!" The voice of Thoros yelled out. The Surgebinder glanced about, seeing Thoros being flanked by Beric and ten of his men. The group was nearing the stage, forcing away though the crowd before fighting with the few guards not tied up keeping the rioters back.

With aid coming along, Jason focused his attention on Sansa and the remaining Lannisters. "Stay back while I get your daughter." The calm statement showed he was dead set on his goal as he'd move towards the higher level of the stone platform. Tywin was the first in front, the old lord staring calmly at the Surgebinder even as he drew near.

"So, what do you plan to do Surgebinder?" Lord Tywin gripped the dagger at his hip, though the old man knew well he was no match for Jason.

"I may be pissed off Tywin, yet I'm no fool like you grandson. I don't agree with you on a lot of matters, but I know you didn't have a role in your daughter's brazen schemes. I think this 'trial' was proof enough."

"Damn you, Jason! I'll make you suffer! I'll-"

"Silence! It was a mistake letting you and your mother set up this mock trial, all for your ego and grandstanding." He snapped out, silencing the boy. "Take the girl and Lord Stark. If they are your price, then it is one I'm willing to pay." Tywin shifted aside to let Jason pass.

"A wise choice Lord Tywin." Slowly he'd walk past him, noting the man's cold stare though focusing towards Joffrey, Cersei and Sansa.

"Stop him!" Joffrey ordered the lone King's Guard holding Sansa in place, making the knight glance about as if thinking the boy meant someone else. "As your King I command-"

"Let Sansa go." Jason calmly orders. The man relaxed in fear, armoured hands letting go of Sansa's arms. The feeling of weakness was shorter this time, showing that the more power used, the more taxing it was for him.

"So, a brute and a sorcerer snake," Cersei muttered bitterly, the woman's gaze full of spite towards the Surgebinder. "You won't leave this city alive, not with the Watch and our soldiers after you."

"We'll see. Come along lady Sansa, it's time we left."

Sansa glanced at Joffrey and Cersei before him, nodding as she'd move towards him. Yet as she passed by the boy King, he'd suddenly lunge out at her.

"No! I won't let you!" He growled out, grabbing her arm roughly and yanking her aside.

"GERALT!"

Her panic wail made the Surgebinder spring into action, putting his inhuman speed to full use. Cersei tried to get in his way in a blind sense of protection for her son, yet Jason pushed her aside with ease. Nearing the boy, he'd see Joffrey drawing a dagger to threaten Sansa with…a big mistake on his part. Before he could even raise it, the Surgebinder's hand grabbed his and squeezed, the soft crack of young bones snapping just being heard. Joffrey gave a pathetic cry from the pain, dropping the weapon and letting Sansa go. The surgebinder swung his blade and Joffery fell eyes burning.