Street fight in King's Landing

[Percy Rivers]

They came into the small square in one of the slums of King's Landing. The day earlier, on of Poxy Podd's men had killed one of the Goldface's captains, and so the relatively small, but already notorious gang had burned one Poxy's brothels down. The only way the feud could be solved was by blood.

And so they met, each motely crew grasping whatever weapons were available to city gangs. At the front of the Connies was the goldface himself. Stripped down, where only a pair of breeches, and his golden mask, he was a frightening sight. A pit where his left eye should be, and scars crisscrossing his chest. In his right hand he clapsed a sword, and in the left, and old hatchet. His group remained silent, while the other roared and jeered, ever the louder as Poxy Pod himself came forward. He was a big fat man, but a strong one, with pits along his face. He slapped a meaty hand on his chest, and let loose a roar, followed by a menacing smile.

[Percy Rivers]

The street fight is short, but brutal. As the Connies push over each other to get away from the rival gang they push past the goldface, who stands there watching. Poxy Pod laughs, blood dripping from his butcher's knife. "I'm going to gut you, and then take that pretty little thing you piece of shit," said the mob boss, an evil smile on his face. When the goldface did not answer Poxy Pod's smile grew into a sneer, and he charged the man, lifting the butcher's cleaver above his head. It came down, and Pod licked his lips, expecting the the other man's head to explode into blood, brains, and bone. Instead he found it locked between the metal of the hatchet and the sword. And then the goldface began to drive him back.

They danced through the small dingy square for a while, the other gang members watching the deadly duel through the fog off of King's Landing. They exchanged blow, Poxy Pod trying in earnest, the goldface not really trying at all. After what seemed like an eternity the goldface swung his sword at Pod's legs, hamstringing him. The butcher fell to his knees, screaming. Down came the sword, puncturing through his hand, and the scream came all the louder.

Lyas watched the man pinned to the ground, and Poxy Pod looked up into his eyes, pleading. The Lord of the Dreadfort, the goldface, the traitor, raised his hatchet, and brought it down into the man's neck. Over and over he hacked, until the body keeled over and collapsed. The goldface leaned over, and tore the head off the tiny bit of skin still remaining. Blood dripped all over his bare chest. And he turned to face the now terrified rival gang. "Your mine," he whispered as he tossed the head into the sea.

[Percy Rivers]

Just letting everyone know that the Smith actually rolled this.

[dienekes]

Nicely done. So that's 2 down and how many more gangs to go before you become Al Capone?