The Silver Lion

As seen from the first one being depicted that Joffrey's Uncle Tyrion beat Jon umbar in a contest of Ale and Beer

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This one is a continuation of Joffrey's Purple Days in which he is now an Officer of the Yi-Ti Scouts and fighting for his life and his comrades in arms against the Undead and somehow he had summon a Lion Dragon of Yi-Ti lore

Chapter 20: The Silver Lion.
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Joffrey’s chest felt like it was going to burst when he pivoted towards the flanking corpse and delivered two cutting strikes, getting the thing’s arms and kicking him back down, only to pivot again and bash one in the skull who’d been trying to squeeze through the ‘entrance’.

I’ll be backstabbed in ten seconds at this rate.

He pivoted again and cut another flanking corpse in half, but he could see three others behind that one, shambling up the slight slope. He turned back to the entrance and saw that one had almost squeezed through. He smashed it with the katana’s pommel as the thrumming in his chest caused him to clench his teeth in pain.

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Sometimes I just want to scream, he thought, almost feeling already the corpse’s weapons biting into his back.

He screamed as he kept slashing and slashing and slashing at the entrance. He stopped screaming when he suddenly realized its sound was being drowned by a much deeper, ear shattering roar.

He turned back and saw a lion the size of a horse crashing into one of the flanking corpses, tearing it to shreds with its huge fangs and shredding another one with long, ivory claws.

The lion turned, face an inch from Joffrey’s, gazing at him with pale green eyes which combined sharply with its silver colored fur and its blonde mane, giving it an otherworldly air.

Joffrey had already given himself to fate when he found an angry, hulking, silver colored lion at his back. “KILL CORPSES NOW! EAT ME LATER!” he told it as he turned back and kept stabbing and cutting, the veritable pile of corpses bunching in and trying to claw their way inside.

Surrounded by the undead but eaten by his house’s heraldry. Slightly better! He thought with a manic chuckle as the pure pressure of corpses swarmed through the hole and pushed him back. He parried a rusty katana and then a broken axe only to retaliate with a swift cut, but now that he was no longer bottling up the ‘entrance’ the corpses were bunching inside the ruins.

His back bumped the lion’s back paws as he retreated, parrying and countering as quickly as he’d ever had. Back to back, Joffrey and the lion pivoted perfectly, turning and delivering strikes of raw power and fine skill, of swift claws and sharp steel, turning in circles and fighting in perfect synchronization as they moved in an entrancing dance of death. Joffrey shouted with all his might as he turned and parried a corpse’s sword up high, leaving just the right space for the lion’s claws to barrel in from below and cut it at its legs with a bone rattling roar.

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Life’s full of surprises… he thought, still somewhat dazed as he registered the dozens of cuts on his body and a painfully creeping, almost lethargic haze that started to envelop him from the inside out.

Suddenly one of the soldiers below raised a fist to the air.

“Silver Lion!” he shouted.

“The Silver Lion!!!” suddenly shouted another one.

“Silver Lion!!! Silver Lion!!!!! SILVER LION!!! SILVER LION!!!!!! SILVER LION!!!!!” they roared, acclaiming him as they pumped their fists into the air with each repetition.

Huh, could be worse. I was afraid they’d eventually acclaim me as ‘Fumbling Peacock’ or something like that. Damned Scout’s sense of humor.

The shouting and cheering seemed distorted to Joffrey’s ear, and when he tried to focus on the why of that he felt he was suddenly falling backwards, falling into an endless black void…

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