New Armour

The last few days quickly went by for Jason, focusing on training Arya with Syrio's along with preparing himself for the upcoming games. Mott had sent a message saying the armour was finished and he would arrive with it at the tournament grounds. While he believed in the master smith's skills, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous having his gear brought in at the last minute. The Melee wasn't until the second-day joust an archery match. It made sense to put the mass battle for one day since it takes that long just to sort through so many combatants. At the least, he'd have the advantage of not being tired out or injured unlike the ones taking part in the joust.

When the dawn of the tournament came, Jason made sure to get up early before the rest of the Keep was up and about. He rather has no tag along on the royal march through the city streets like last time. Grabbing his swords and locking away all his other belongings, he'd head out for the courtyard and the stables to get Roach. No-one stopped him from leaving as he rode quickly out into the street of King's Landing heading for the southwestern gate, the Lion Gate as it was named for it's in honour for the Lannister's. He found that odd considering Tywin had sacked the city, leading to a lot of suffering for the commoners who were caught in the chaos.

Leaving the city walls, he'd turn southward through hilly woodland, following a wide trail that ended at a massive clearing. Already a small sea of colourful tents was set up, gathered pages and servants hurrying about to get everything in order. There was one massive stand meant for the nobility and smaller moveable stands set around for the commoners who'd come and watch. Currently, the jousting lane was set up with practice targets set up for the early morning knights to ride against. Already a few of the men were about, charging and hitting the shield targets, yet Jason paid little attention to them for now.

Soon he arrived at his tent, a light blue and white-clothed one, which Tyrion had set up for him. The inside was simple since he didn't require much for the tournament, not needing a small armoury of weapons like most knights often brought with them. The only furniture here is a simple yet comfortable cot bed, a sturdy chest for storage and a large table with a few chairs for relaxing. Yet at the table was Mott, who had quite the tired look on his face, seeming almost half asleep with the way he was slumped forward. The table had a piece of cloth covering over it, no doubt Jason's improved armour. Hearing Jason, the master smith shifted up to look at the Surgebinder, giving a small chuckle and smile.

"When you said early, I didn't think you meant this early."

Jason smirked as he approached the table, taking a seat across from the man. "You didn't have to. Could have come later."

"Bah…may not be a morning person yet I felt this is a special occasion," Mott muttered, shifting up to stand from his seat. "Never worked so hard on an order like this. The time limit did put some pressure, yet this should be a masterpiece."

Pulling the cloth off, the Surgebinder armour was fully revealed. His eyes widened as he looked over the improved armour, quickly noting the changes given to it. The chest piece had been reinforced with dark iron plating along the shoulders, upper front and the collar area. The more flexible plate was added to the upper arms for added protection while at the elbows the only forearm area metal bracers had been pieced into the chain and leather, with the left bracer being the Stark one he had been gifted. The gambeson armour under the fitting jacket had been toughed with a well spread pattern of studded fittings, yet felt not one bit heavier or inflexible under his inspection. The pants also had flexible plating on the sides of the leggings with leather strappings securing it to the toughed clothing. As for the boots they hadn't been changed too much yet feeling at the heel and toe of the shoe wear he could feel a bit of metal had been added to each end, no doubt to make kicks and stomps far more painful.

"Very impressive. The plating is well mixed with the leather and chain work." Jason remarked.

"Thank you. Why not try it on, get a feel for it. I can promise you none of the platings will hamper your flexibility and movement."

The Surgebinder was quick to slip the armour on, doing a short stretch and flex once everything was fitted. He'd move his arms about, resting his reach front and back before doing the same with his legs. "Damn. Doesn't feel any different. How did you keep the weight the same?"

"Heh, a new trade secret Jason. Be glad you're the rest to wear such fine hybrid armour. In time I plan to make more with the designs you shared, make a simpler and affordable outfit before the next gathering of smiths."

"Guess that is my way of paying back." Jason chuckled. "Anyway think I should head out and practice a bit with the new armour." Moving to leave the tent, he did stop at the exit. "So do you plan to stay and watch the events?"

Mott thought for a moment and shrugged. "I plan to see the Melee at the least, having put a few bets down on you." Smirking, the man nodded. "Overall just do what you do best Surgebinder. I want to see a few of those stuck up knight meet a real match for once."

The Surgebinder smirked in amusement. "You'll see soon enough." Leaving the tent, he'd check around nearby until seeing a few practice dummies set nearby. While he prefers a sparring partner, he guessed this would do as he'd draw his steel sword, spinning the blade in his grasp and between hands. Stepping up towards the dump, he'd spring forward in a short leap, body twisting for a short spin before slashing his blade down at the dummy's shoulder. The enchanted steel slice nearly clean through the hardwood and padded leather, yet the Surgebinder didn't hesitate at all. Pulling his sword back, he'd shift about to the right as if avoiding an attack, sword-swinging across the dummy's side before he stepped around to slash against the back.

He'd continue through different forms and attack patterns, although the dummy quickly began to fall apart as his mutant strength and razor-sharp sword hacked at it. Being caught up in his practice fight, he nearly didn't hear someone approaching him. Finishing a final swing, the dummy crumbled apart, being little more than tinder after his onslaught. Glancing back, he saw a few knights and squires staring before they'd glance away to return to their duties.