"Lord Yohn is no traitor, Lysa is the traitor!" Ser Brynden stepped forward and shouted. "The truth will eventually come out about the death of Lord Jon. This matter is inextricably linked to Lysa."
Baron Nestor hastily drew his sword, moving clumsily, truly like a clumsy ox. The more than twenty blue robes behind him also reacted, attempting to draw their swords.
"Boom!" Nestor saw a black shadow approach. A tall knight drew his sword and stepped forward. The longsword, whistling with steel, snapped the rapier in two with a crisp sound, and the longsword came to rest on Nestor's neck.
Gendry gripped his arakh. The first strike severed Nestor's longsword, and the second was already at Nestor's neck. This pampered Grand Steward was indeed like a heavy stone.
Barristan and the others also seized the opportunity to draw their weapons and join the fray.
"It's you, the usurper Gendry?" Nestor's heart leaped, realizing who had come.
The blue robes and personal guards behind Nestor were also startled. The "Demon of the Whispering Woods" had appeared right beside him, not to mention the rumored knights. The name of Barristan the Bold was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Even Ser Brynden Blackfish, whom they knew, was a renowned and honorable legendary knight. And Lord Bronze Yohn, the second most powerful Lord in The Vale of Arryn. With all these people speaking with one voice, even these knights couldn't help but hesitate.
"Barristan Selmy is here!" Ser Barristan charged forward, parrying Nestor's son's sword and then subduing the young knight. Though old, his movements were still light and agile.
"Child, tell your men to put down their weapons, or I won't hesitate to hurt you." Elbert Royce's longsword fell to the ground, his face pale. He didn't understand what was happening. Lady Lysa's uncle, his own cousin, they too had joined this rebellion.
"long live the storm!" Jon drew his longsword and shouted.
Aside from Jon and Ser Donnel, who seemed green, all the other knights were skilled fighters: Bronze Yohn, Ser Barristan, Dacey, the Blackfish. Anguy held his longbow, pointing it at the knights in the courtyard. Not to mention the valyrian steel, forged a thousand times, its black ripples like wisps of smoke. Though thin, valyrian steel possessed deadly power.
"If you wish to live, show some respect to your King, and keep your voice down," Brynden Blackfish reminded him.
"Lord Blackfish, I recall you always feeding on honor. This is not your style, especially conspiring with outsiders against your niece, Lord Jon's widowed wife, Lady Lysa." Nestor forced a smile. Anyone would fear the sharpness of valyrian steel.
Nestor saw the tall warrior, standing out like a crane among chickens in the crowd. The scent of blood and steel seemed to follow him like a shadow. Gendry, wearing his black scale plate armor, matched his black short hair, making his eyes appear even bluer. Ser Nestor saw the situation reverse instantly; his more than twenty soldiers were no match.
"Father," Ser Elbert muttered. He and his father were already controlled, like pitiful little chicks.
"I have about three hundred men. If you intend to attack The Gate of the Moon, I'm afraid these men won't be enough," Nestor said stubbornly.
"It's not enough, but I think the blades of your dozens of men are not as sharp as the Kingslayer's or the Lannisters'. It's simply a matter of killing them one by one," Gendry said. "valyrian steel is incredibly sharp, yet lighter than ordinary metal. Killing them one by one wouldn't be difficult for me."
Nestor's face also turned somewhat ugly. He had long known this man's reputation as the most outstanding young warrior in recent years, his fame spreading across both sides of the Narrow Sea, like Blackfyre, a warrior descended from the heavens. Even far in The Vale of Arryn, he had heard those stories of the stag.
The Kingslayer was an even more exceptional swordsman, an idol to many knights, yet he had suffered such a devastating defeat. Had it not been for the desperate cover provided by many red-cloaked knights, the Kingslayer would have been cut down in the forest. However, Gendry hadn't directly cut him in half, at least showing some regard for etiquette and not wanting to exterminate them.
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