" 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 "
The Targaryen Twins, who bathe in fire & ride the sky, come for what is rightfully theirs ... because you do not stea...
____ The clashing of steel swords filled the atmosphere of Winterfell's courtyard throughout the bleak morning in the dreary, yet appealing, Northern Kingdom.
Alysanne and Greywind, two of the direwolf pups, observed their Stark masters from afar as they gracefully dueled together.
Rikson evaded the blade held in Robb's grasp with a powerful thrust of his sword, the connecting of steel blades vibrating through their muscular arms.
The eldest Stark spun himself away from the seconborn, following up with a slash to Rikson's feet, who avoided the hit as he leapt over the dull steel.
Rikson blocked another slash of Robb's blade as they ran towards the other, the two brothers landing on opposite sides of the murky courtyard.
Once more, the brothers ran at the other and their blades clashed together with a powerful thrust. They began to spin themselves in a slow circle, their blades refusing to detach from one another out of pride for who would be the weakest and give up first.
"You always fight with such anger, Riks."
The secondborn Stark broke eye contact with his brother as Robb's blade forcefully pushed against his, almost resulting in Rikson loosing his balance.
Regaining himself, Rikson lowly growled as he shoved his brother a mere few feet in front of him, before he raised the blade above his head and the brothers' blades collided in a clash of swords.
The two direwolves continued to eye the steel swords with curiosity, along with wariness, as they danced across Winterfell's grubby courtyard.
The cerulean eyed Stark blocked his brother's swing as he slid beneath the blade. From where he landed upon the ground, he quickly spun himself around and their swords met with another clang of steel.
The eldest Stark stumbled backwards when his brother's foot came into harsh contact with his knee.
Rikson leapt to his booted feet, furiously thrusting his dull sword towards his older brother. Robb caught his brother's arms, halting the younger Stark's swing.
They spun themselves as their strengths equaled the other while they tried to push the other off of them.
Robb managed to shove his brother away from him, followed by a kick to Rikson's nose. The secondborn tumbled backwards from the blow to his nose.
