Melee Madness part-2

Jason was too caught up fighting Thoros to focus on Loras and Jaime's fight, yet could see the two towering Cleganes striking at each other. Sandor proved to have more swordsmanship as he blocked and dodged about, although Gregor proved to be shocking agile even with all that plate and chain armor covering him.

"Don't get distracted Surgebinder!" Thoros yelled as he'd step up, grasping the front of Jason's leather jacket piece as he'd pull the Surgebinder forward and spinning him about in a disorienting throw. While caught off guard by the moment, Jason moved along with the throw as he'd drop into a tumble to avoid falling over, standing up just as Thoros stabbed at him. He'd parry at the last moment to stagger the priest back before he'd sidestep around and counter-attack at the priest's side, yet the large man proved to be reckless as instead of dodging away then step forward in a shoulder tackle.

"Crazy old man" Jason muttered, having nearly stabbed the man by accident. Thoros just laughed as he'd moved boldly forward, swinging his sword broadly out with each stride as if challenging the Surgebinder to attack back. A normal warrior would go on the defensive, try to back off or find a prime chance to counter, but the Surgebinder did the opposite. He'd strike back as both blades clashed, again and again, meeting force with force. Both men held their ground, though Thoros was beginning to pant heavily while Jason hardly seemed winded despite the constant attacking.

Just as Jason was about to lash out at the priest, he heard someone yell out behind him. His arm and body turned about as he'd parry aside a mace from striking at his back, surprising the knight who had thought him an easy target. The Surgebinder didn't stop there as he'd duck to the right side of the man, avoiding a shield bash before he'd cut at the knight's exposed side, going across the least armoured spot along with it. The man yelled in pain as the fine Surgebinder sword sliced through whatever under armour and clothing that was under the plate, drawing thick blood with one slash. Grasping his side, the man backed off as he lowered his mace. "I yield!" He hissed out yet Jason hardly listened as already another warrior stepped forward to challenge.

Thoros also was ambushed, the Red Priest giving a roaring battle cry that had the knight running away, which he chased after laughing like a maniac. "This isn't over Surgebinder! Don't lose just yet!" He yelled out. By now a few of the other knights had been bested and now began to target others, a few focusing on men still duelling another. A few got blindsided by a mace to the head or cut to an exposed spot, leading to curses and yells for 'yield!'.

Thoros had gotten separated from Jason, giving him time to catch his breath while taking down a few knights on his own, using his more wild and usual tactics to outmatch them. For the Surgebinder he put his mutant speed and reflexes to full use as he'd weave and dodge attacks from all sides before sneaking in a solid slash be it to the side, back of the leg or with a powerful strike with the flat of his blade knocks their weapon from their grasp. In time, the men started to realize that the Surgebinder had taken down three men on his own in just a matter of minutes.

"Surround Ser Jason! Outmatch him while we can!" Someone yelled out. Quickly the Surgebinder realized six knights had surrounded him, seeming to have formed an alliance just to take him as early as possible. Jason held his ground, cat eyes glancing fiercely at the grouped-up knights.

"Best back off now. You'll need twice the numbers to make this a challenge." He calmly stated, sword up as he took a defensive stance.

Someone from the side gave an angry yell before charging, soon getting a backhand blow to the face, knocking him off balance. The young man didn't stand a chance as the Surgebinder quickly disarmed him, flat of his sword striking hard enough at his arm to drive a pained howl from him as he probably got a fractured wrist from how strong the strike even against plate armour.

Two knights moved in this time, not making the same mistake yelling out during their attack. Jason anticipated their coordinated attack, using his inhuman speed to ducked under a stab and followed into a roll to avoid a sweeping mace. Using the momentum and his agility, he'd spring back onto his feet then twist about to slash across backs of both men, drawing shocked cries as his sharp blade cut through their armour.

"Guh…what…what kind of weapon is that?!" One gasped as they'd struggle away, dropping their weapons as they surrendered.

"It's like valyrian steel…" Another muttered as Jason again took a defensive stance, keeping such a calm look still despite the being surrounded.

By now the group of warriors were hesitant, unsure of how to face Surgebinder whose speed and strength was unlike anything they had seen. A few nervously shifted back whenever his yellow gaze focused on them, worried he'd rush them and cut them down in moments. In the end, though their resolve returned as all three rushed at him, trying a combined attack.

The trio were all uniquely armed with one having a shield and mace, another a two-handed sword and the last with just a long sword. The one with the shield was up first, lunging in shield up to block Jason's opening attack before he'd stab out. The Surgebinder hated dealing with shields since direct attacks never worked, requiring more agile tactics to counter. If anything he'd use a surge to yank shields off people, yet he obviously couldn't do that. The long sword knight moved to flank him, trying to trap the Surgebinder between him and the shielded warrior. Both men attacked at once, yet Jason was quick to adapt as he parries the swordman's blade to stagger him back before twisting about to just dodge the other's stabbing sword. The unshielded knight yelled as he got stabbed by his ally, making him curse out gripping at the light wound at his side.

By this point, the man with the two-handed sword rushed in to try and draw Jason's attention as he'd slash at the Surgebinder from behind. With the shield man limiting his movements, Jason rolled to the side to avoid the crashing blade, then quickly stood up to lunge at the man with the great sword. He barely blocked the incoming attack and was forced onto the defensive. The large weapon didn't offer much defence against Jason's rapid attacks and he had no way to counterattack. The shielded knight followed after them, giving a yell as he gave an overhead swing to draw at the Surgebinder.

However, instead of turning his blade about to block it, he'd move his left arm out to have the strong Stark bracer block the blow. It did draw a grunt from him, the armour piece absorbed the hit well. Shoving his arm back, he'd force the shieldbearer back, leaving his guard to expose for a powerful kick. The force behind it had him fall back a few feet as Jason's strength showed off for a moment. With one knight knocked down, he'd focus back on the one with the great sword as he'd duck under a diagonal slash, slipping around one side and strike the flat of his blade against the man's knee, forcing him down onto it. Before the knight knew it, his left arm was grabbed and twisted back along with the Surgebinder's blade pressing to his neck.

"I yield!" The man gasped out as he dropped his sword, unable to swing that far behind him, much less being in a painful arm hold. The man was shoved forward as Jason wordlessly rushed to the other knight who was busy struggling back up. He tried to get his shield raised only for it to be pinned down under the Surgebinder's boot. Before he could even try bashing out with his mace, the young warrior soon had sharp steel pointed at his face and those yellow eyes staring fiercely at him.

"I surrender…" He muttered, sighing as Jason backed off. Just then a signal horn blew out, a sign that half the warriors were bested by now.

"Huh, that was quicker than expected," Jason muttered before noticing another group of six were already surrounding him. He'd recognize a few from his team even as everyone realized just how dangerous he was. "This is more like it." He'd give a small grin, which was a bit unnerving to men. This time all six attacked, not holding back in an all-out attack. With adrenaline pumping through him, Jason just let instinct take hold as pushing himself to the limit. He was a blur of movement as he'd weave and dodge between everyone, misdirecting attacks towards other knights or having them overreach themselves.

Soon one by one they were getting picked off as Jason slipped his blade past their defences and armour, landing multiple cuts, kicks, punches and pommel blows until they gave up. However as he clashed with the third remanding knight, a familiar yell came off to the side. "Back off! The Surgebinder is mine!" Thoros loudly declared, grabbing and turning about one young knight who had lost his helmet during the battle. The unfortunate man got a powerful head butt to the forehead, making his eyes roll back before falling roughly back. While the priest seemed dazed for a moment, the knight was out cold, making the man laugh out.

"Not as tough as they look heh?" The priest looked roughed up, his red robe covered with dirt and blade

Jason ignored Thoros as he focused on defeating his currently opponent who'd he quickly disarm with a strong parry and a spinning strike to the hand with the flat of his blade. Cursing lowly, the warrior backed off while he could as already the Red Priest stomped forward for a second match against the Surgebinder.

"Is your Red God going to hand you, victory priest?" Jason jested in a dry yet serious manner.

The priest shook his head. "The future isn't set in stone…yet I have glimpsed it fires." He'd step forward, arms out and sword held high. "For these last years, I've questioned my faith…numbing that doubt in drink and battle. I thought today would be just the same, yet yesterday the flames showed me this moment."

The Surgebinder was silent, wondering what the man was getting at with his so-called vision of his.

"Faith is a powerful thing Surgebinder. Today it has been restored within me!" The man held his sword out as his left hand touched at the base of his blade as suddenly flames shot up across the metal. Holding the flaming weapon high, the nearby men gasped out in shock, confused at what just happened. "Behold! The Lord of Light shares his blessing this day!"

Surprise hinted the Surgebinder's face, not expecting this sudden claim. He heard how in the past the priest used wildfire, an alchemy mixture that was very resistant to water, in certain battles such as the Ironborn Rebellion. But these flames weren't alchemical but magic, the flames around the sword were a fierce red. His stormlight reacted fiercely for a moment, hinting of a strong magical power behind that burning weapon.

"Well, Thoros…you have my full attention now," Jason muttered. "Let's see if your faith will give you victory!"

The red priest smiled widely as he'd roar out, making the surrounding knights flinch back in shock as he'd rush forward. Like before, he and Jason's blade clashed, the runes along the steel sword glowing as they reacted to the enchanted flames of Thoros sword. The man seemed to have a surge of strength about him as he'd forced Jason one then two steps back, pressing his burning weapon closer to the Surgebinder's face. Up close the heat of the fire was intense, much like the ones created by Igni.

"Yield Surgebinder! I rather not burn you…" Thoro threatened, his eyes wild with fierce fanaticism.

Jason growled out, body tensing up as he put the full force of his strength forward. He'd shove back, driving that burning blade away from his face and give him enough freedom to back step from a sweeping slash. The Red Priest kept up the attack as he did wide swings, making nearby warriors hurry away to avoid flaring embers of his sword. Jason kept backing up, dealing back counter blows at the same time as he matched force with force. Sparks flew as both magically empowered weapons clashed, ringing clank of metal echoing across the field.

If anything the battle drew attention as the men stopped to watch the epic clash, unable to believe someone could match up to Thoro's inhuman ferocity. Like before the man began to tire from the constant attacks, unable to break Jason's defence and dodging speed. At this point the Surgebinder decided to end this as he'd leap back to avoid an overhead strike, only to lunge in with a downward slash of his own. Thoro's eyes widened, yet it wasn't fear or shock only an amazing realization as if he had expected this.

He quickly raised his burning blade to ward off the blow, giving a strained grunt as the power behind the Surgebinder's attack forced him to one knee. Sparks flew about from the clashing blades, Jason not hesitating as he swung at the man's left, aiming for the neck. Thoros had little energy and time left to defend himself as he tilted the burning sword about, just enough to guard but also flinging the weapon from his grip. The flaming sword flew overhead, a few observant knights being quick to duck aside as it neared them.

Thoros fully dropped onto both knees, panting hard as the Surgebinder's steel sword pressed to his neck, bringing a pleasing grin to his face. "Glorious…you are truly unmatched…" The man chuckled between breaths while Jason kept that calm expression.

"You knew this would happen didn't you?"

"Yes. The fire did not lie, even if the outcome was a bit unclear. Visions can be that way.." Thoros bowed his head, smirking. "You are indeed chosen. No matter your belief is Surgebinder, you have a grand part in the Lord's plan!"

Jason didn't answer. He hated the talk of prophecies, even more, when given by clerics and religious fanatics.

"Yet your battle isn't done. For you have a Mountain topple and a Lion to humble."