Game of Thrones-The Black Lord

(Third Person POV)

Syras lunged at Viserys, swinging her sword at him, only for it to be blocked by the Prince. 

"Tch!" Viserys said as he pushed her back, "You think you'll stand a chance by facing me?!" 

As she stepped back, Viserys moved in but Syras thrust her dagger at his face, causing him to dodge and move to the side. Syras then braced herself and swung her sword upwards, forcing Viserys to parry as she followed up with another dagger thrust which he was able to block but stepping back. 

Syras then proceeded to unleashed a flurry of swings from both sword and dagger, spinning around and pivoting as she did so, hitting Viserys from all sides. The Prince was skilled enough to block and parry all of the attacks, but was mostly put on the defensive. 

Syras threw a kick to his stomach, buckling him and followed up with another one to the face, staggering him back. 

"Agh!" Viserys said as Syras swung her sword at his neck

Viserys blocked the blade and spun around, hitting Syras with his elbow in the cheek, reeling her back. 

"You wretched woman." He said as he circled around her as she straightened up, "You're skilled, I'll give you that." 

Syras twirled her weapons in her hand, "As are you." She said, "I figured you for a spoiled cunt that cannot defend himself." 

Viserys chuckled, "What? You think my brother, The King, would raise me as someone unworthy of Valyrian Steel?" He said as he readied a stance, "I am the proud brother of Rhaegar Targaryen, Viserys! I am Heir to The Throne!!" 

"Or are you?" Syras said, "The rider of the Black Dragon, The Great Khal in charge of all these savages." 

"What about him?" Viserys said

"He is Rhaegar's son, Aegon." Syras said

Viserys narrowed his eyes, "Lies." 

"Not a lie." Syras said, "You must have been young during that time. What would you remember? The Dragonstone Incident? I was told all about it. It was not your nephew that was killed, it was but a random babe that was switched out by my brother. The whole goal was not just to kill Elia Martell, but to obtain her babe. Or so, Father says." 

"Your Brother? Vaegon Blackfyre?" Viserys said with a raised eyebrow

"No." Syras said, "Not Vaegon. My other brother.....well, it should not matter to you at this point. You are not the Heir, Daegon is. But would he survive this? I doubt it. He is my sister's beloved son and he is meant to be a sacrifice. You should not have come here, Prince. You and your nephew will die." 

"Rhaegon and I will not die." Viserys lunged at her, "I'll see to it that you do!!" 

"I did not mean Rhaegon." Syras said as she parried his blade

She spun around, swinging the dagger at Viserys's stomach, cutting him. This caused Viserys to stumble as he tried to gather his bearings. Syras then thrust her sword at him, which Viserys dodged to the side but she had already anticipated it. 

She rushed forwards and thrust her dagger at his stomach, plunging the blade into it as he widened his eyes. 

In a swift motion, Viserys pushed her away with one arm and swung his sword in a fast manner. Syras dodged by and was grazed in the cheek, drawing blood; a clean cut. 

"Tch..." She said as she looked at Viserys who was clutching his wound, bleeding from his mouth

"You...." Viserys said

"What do you think I was?" Syras said, "You think I was a worse fighter than a dragonrider? I admit, I was never good at Dragonriding. Not better than Vaemon or Valerion.....but I am as formidable as them with the blade, that much I do know. Why? Because our Father taught us.....it was Father who pushed me harder than he pushed them...because I am a woman. He wanted me to be the better version of them.....the superior warrior. Did I succeed? I am not sure." 

Viserys glared at her, "Come and find out." He managed, "If you can kill me, perhaps you are." 

He lunged at her, swinging his blade at her only for it to be blocked. Despite having a dagger in his stomach, Viserys's strength did not fade. In fact, he was getting what people called Battle Fever, a surge of adrenaline that allowed him to ignore the damage and pain. He pushed Syras back and swung his sword multiple times

For nearly two minutes, the two of them clashed against each other, deflecting and parrying each other's attacks. While Viserys was wounded, he was skilled enough to not allow Syras to capitalize on that. However, Syras was cutting some parts of his arms and shoulders, chipping away at him. while she was unable to finish him, she was still hitting him and she remained untouched. 

"Tch....." Viserys said, "She is formidable..." 

His movements suddenly became sluggish, preventing him from dodging properly, allowing Syras to further chip away at his legs and arms some more. Suddenly, Syras swung at his sword hard, causing it to fly away because of the strength in his arms completely faded. 

Syras then rushed in, grabbed hold of the dagger in his stomach still, and twisted it. This caused Viserys to groan in pain as he weakly clutched her wrist. 

Syras looked at him with dead serious eyes, "Do you wish to know who my Father is?" 

"T-The Dragon God.." Viserys managed weakly

Syras smiled slightly and leaned towards his ears, "Not just that..." she said softly

She then whispered something in his ears, causing him to widen his eyes in pure shock. 

"N-No....." he said, "Impossible!" 

Syras then pulled out the dagger, causing him to collapse to his knees. 

In a swift manner, she swung the dagger at his throat, cutting it up. 

Viserys clutched his throat as he looked at her with pure shock, blood pouring out. 

"You fought well, Prince." Syras said as he looked at him in his eyes, "Now it's time to sleep." 

Viserys fell to the ground as the light faded from his eyes. 

Syras then walked over to Lady Esther, Viserys's valyrian steel sword. She planted her own sword into the sand and picked the blade up. 

"Spoils of war." She said as she lifted up

She then looked to her side, seeing Obara standing in the distance, panting and looking at this sight with nothing but shock and surprise. 

"P-Prince Viserys....." She managed softly

Syras looked at her, "Oh? Another woman." She said, "Perhaps you are the bastard that Rhaegon is fucking." 

Obara's face then hardened, "You....." She said as she clenched her spear, "Do you have any idea what you have done?" 

"Killed the King's brother." Syras said, "What will you do about it?" 

"That was my beloved's Uncle." Obara said, 

"You will pay."