Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

36. Rat Cunts

Arya was practicing, waving needle around, her feet moving quickly and quietly. She stuck out her blade, sandor emerged.

'what the hell are you doing?'

'I'm practicing.' She told him continuing on with her spinning and stabbing the air.

'what practicing ways to die?' sandor said with a laugh.

'no one is going to kill me!' she told him.

"I would like to." Amelia murmured coming up behind Sandor.

'you will if you dance around like that... that's no way to fight.' Sandor told her.

'its not fighting,' she corrected. 'its water dancing.'

'dancing? who taught you to fight like that?'

'the greatest swordsman to ever live. Syrio the first sword to the sea lord of bravvos.'

'Bravvos.' Sandor chuckled out the name. 'a wee little bastard, they all are.'

'what do you know about anything!' arya demanded.

'I bet his hair was greasier than Jofferys cunt.' Sandor spat. Amelia stared at Sandor, such vulgar image painted in her mind. She knew that Sandor and Joff were not friends like she considered Sandor. She loved Sandor but knew that sandor shared no love between himself and joffrey. Arya lunged at him and Sandor pulled Amelia behind him.

''it was not!''

''it was. Is he dead?' Sandor corrected.

''he is.'' Arya admitted after a moment. 

''who by?' sandor questioned, the two were face to face screaming at each other.

'meryn trant. That's why meryn is on my-'

'Meryn trant? The greatest swordsman that ever lived was killed by meryn fucking trant?' Sandor laughed out.

"Trant is... dreadful." Amelia agreed. 'Not the most skilled either."

''he was out numbered!' arya said defending her friend.

'any boy with a sword  could beat three meryn trants!' sandor declared. "Amelia sure as hell could. I'm sure you would like that gorgeous." Amelia chuckled, she would like a go at Trant. 

''he didn't have a sword or armor, just a stick.' Arya told him.

''the greatest swordsman to ever live didn't have a sword?' sandor laughed, Arya just stared at him. 'alright you have a sword, lets see what you got? Do it for your friend... dead like all the rest of your friends.' Arya stabbed sandor in the stomach but his armor protected him.

''ARYA!' Amelia screamed, Sandor slapped arya down. Amelia waited for him to break arya in half, she didn't think she would mind. Arya had been a throne since before robbs murder. Sandor picked up Needle and put it to aryas face.

''your friend is dead and meryn trant is not.' Sandor told her. 'because trant had armor and a big fucking sword.' Arya still on her back staring up at him nervously, sandor spun the blade around and handed it to her.

''honestly, can we not go one fucking day without trying to kill one another?' Amelia shouted heading back up to the horses.

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'Could be food.' Arya said hopefully.

'could be soldiers.' Sandor countered.

'Could be food.' Amelia agreed. 'lets go.' But it wasn't. One dying man sat in front of them, asked for drink