Regrouping and Single Combat

Aegon and His Forces Had Saved The Royalists At The Trident, and Were Readily Able To March On Kingslanding, Yet Aegon Wanted His Army To At Least Match The Blackfyre Pretender's, Make It So Neither Side Had A Clear Cut Winner, Which He Then Use As Grounds To Challenge This Fucking Blackfyre To Single Combat, Winner Gets The Accursed Chair, The Titles, and Everything Else and In Between. By All Accounts Aegon Could Potentially Best This Man, But He'd Know When He Got Down To Fighting Him. The Golden Company and The Other Larger Companies Totaled Roughly One Hundred Twenty Thousand Men, Aegon Aegon Knew The Golden Company Had At Least Twenty Thousand Men, The Windblown Had Roughly Two Thousand While Their Embittered Bastard Foes Of The Company Of The Cat Had An Additional Thousand Men To Lord Over Them. The Rest Was Mostly Smaller Companies and A Sizeable Unsullied Contingent. They Were A Days Ride From Kingslanding If They Left At An Dusk, and They Could Then Arrive As Dawn Broke.

As Aegon and His Leaders Rode On Horseback, They Discussed Their Plans. "What's The Goal Egg?" Asks Rhaenys. "We Fuck This Blackfyre In The Ass With His Own Sword That's What. But Onto More Serious Business, We Have Enough Troops To Match The Mercenaries and Eunuch Warriors In The Ranks, But No, I Don't A Want A Battle With No Clear Cut Winner, When Dawn Breaks, I Will Challenge Him To Single Combat. We'll Fight To The **** and The Winner Gets The That Accursed Throne, The Titles, Everything." Says Aegon, Leaving Out A Very Important Detail. "Egg, About Ari." Says Rhaenys. "Not Now Rhae, I Don't Want To Here It." Says Aegon As He Spurs His Horse Forward.

Dawn Broke and A Hundred and Twenty Thousand Westerosi Royalists Stood At The Gates Of Kingslanding, Aegon Stood At The Front, Even As His Opponent, The Would Be Usurper Rode Out To Meet Him. "Aegon Targaryen, It's A Great Honor To Make Your Acquaintance." Says Aegon Blackfyre. "Is It? Hmm, You Know I Must Give You Credit, You Played Me Well, Made Me Go To Where I Believed You Where Instead Of Where You Were Headed, The Entire Sacking Of Pentos Failed Because It Had Already Happened. Without Their King, The Banners Were Meant To Fall Easily, Yet Only The Capital and The Riverlands Fell To You. You Have One Hundred and Twenty Thousand Men, As Do I, Let Us End This Farce Once and For All, You and Me....One On One, Single Combat, Crown For Crown, Winner Takes All." Says Aegon. "No Clear Cut Winner, Best To Avoid Further Bloodshed, I Can Agree To That, But Uh, I'll Be Wielding Valyrian Steel, So You'll Be At A Disadvantage." Says Aegon Blackfyre. "Oh Will He Now?" Asks Robb Stark As He Kneels Before His Brother-In-Law and Offer's Up Ice. "Are You Sure?" Aegon Asks Robb. "I Am." Says Robb. "You Alright With This?" Aegon Asks His Distant Blackfyre Cousin. "Makes Us Evenly Matched." Says Aegon Blackfyre. "Then I See No Reason To Refuse, I Will Wield The Ice Of Stark, If Only For A Short Time, But I Must Have Your Word Aegon Blackfyre, Your Word That Should I Fall, This Blade, This Ice, Will Be Returned To It's Rightful Owners." Says Aegon. "You Have It." Says Blackfyre. "Then Let Us Begin, A Duelling Circle Will be Formed, Half Made Up By My Men The Other Half By Yours." Says Aegon.

Both Men Stand At Least Ten Paces Apart, As Twenty Mercenaries and Twenty Westerosi Royalists Encircle The Two Kings. A Septa and A Septon Blesses Both Men, and The Combat Is Allowed To Begin, Aegon Blackfyre Wields The Blackfyre Blade:

While Aegon Targaryen Wields The Blade Of Stark, Ice:

Two Valyrian's, Each With A Valyrian Sword, Each Wanting The Throne Constructed By Their Shared Ancestor, Each Ready To Kill Or Be Killed For It, Each Ready To Give The Sword Arm If Need Be The Fight Has Begun. Aegon Grips His Borrowed Blade With His Right Hand Supported By His Left, and Proceeds To Give The Opening Thrust. He and The Other Aegon Both Give Opening and Closing Strikes, They Quickly Build Up A Tempo Of Offense Playing A Bit As They Start To Build Up Their Own Entertainment. Aegon Blackfyre Spins To His Right and Kicks Aegon Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen Grunts and His Grip Loosens As His Left Hand Drops From His Two Handed Grip Of Ice and Aegon Blackfyre Cuts His Right Hand Off. "You Were Never Really In My League Aegon Targaryen." Says Aegon Blackfyre. "Hehe, Hehe, Hehe." Says Aegon Laughing Even As His Dismembered Stump Bleeds. "What's So Funny?" Asks A Confused Blackfyre. "Just That....I'm Not Right Handed," Says Aegon As He Draws A Dagger From His Belt and Stabs Aegon Blackfyre's Knee, Before Headbutting His Opponent When He Drops To One Knee.

Aegon Launches Himself Up and Buries His Borrowed Ice In His Opponents Chest. "Well-Played." Blackfyre Croaked, As He Chuckled Looking Where His Own Blade Was Thrust Through Aegon's Gut. "I'll See To It, Your Buried With Our Ancestors, You Deserve That Much At Least, Thank You." Says Aegon. "For What?" Asks Blackfyre. "For Making Me Remember What I Am, Who I Am." Says Aegon As He Twists The Ice and Ends His Opponents Life.

Seing Their Employer Killed causes The Mercenaries To Cut and Run, The Unsullied Just Stand There. Aegon Falls To His Knees, His Hand Still On His Borrowed Blade. "EGG!" Shouts A Familiar Voice, That Brings Tears Of Joy To Aegon's Eyes As He Looks Up To See Nymeria Atop The Walls With Most Of The City Watch and His Uncle Oberyn, His Stepmother, and Lord Tyrion. "Aegon!" Says Tyene As She Rushes To Aegon's Side. "Your Hand...?" Asks Tyene. "Only Need One Hand To Play With Pussy, Strangle Someone, Or Hold A Sword." Says Aegon As Tyene Laughs Before Kissing Him On The Lips Deeply. A War Horn Sounds and The Reinforcements Aegon Wanted To Arrive Mid-Fight Have Arrived Post-Fight Instead, and Begin Cutting The Unsullied Down, Figures The Fat Flower Would Be Like Walder Frey At The Trident. "Do You Need Help?" Asks Robb. "Just A Maester, A Septon, and A Girl's Mouth Around My Cock." Says Aegon. "I'll Never Understand Your Southerner's Humor. "I'll Your Northern Humor For What It's Worth." Says Aegon As He Hands Robb Stark His Sword Back and Both Men Share A Laugh. "Shall We My Queen?" Asks Aegon Offering Tyene His Remaining Hand, As Robb Takes His Arm and Helps Him Walk With A Sword In His Gut.....