Breaker, Broken | Jorah Mormont

Chapter 10

"You can end this!" she heard Tyrion plead to Daenerys as the warriors began to run toward them.

"She cannot," said Hizdahr.

Daenerys chose not to even try.

"Here," said Saera, handing Ser Jorah her spear. "I think I may have an idea."

She looked back at Daario, who was watching with great interest. She waited for one of the warriors to draw nearer, then pretended she was sprinting toward him. She kicked a mound of dirt into his eyes, then ducked to the side with her other leg out, twirling and tripping him so he fell flat onto his face. She fell onto his back, lodging her last knife into the back of his neck.

Ser Jorah was already entertaining the other man, having abandoned Saera's spear. She retrieved it, joining in the fray as the man managed to cut the back of Ser Jorah's thighs. She waited for Jorah to duck down, groaning in pain, to swing the spear as hard as she could, letting it crash into the warrior's skull.

He stumbled, leaning down just as Ser Jorah got up, giving him an opening to knee the man in the face, slamming the hilt of his sword onto his temples. Saera jumped, bringing the point of the spear into the man's shoulder, forcing him to the ground, where she twisted it, keeping him there for Jorah to cut off his head.

They both turned to the stage, a man in a golden mask suddenly approaching Daenerys. Jorah ripped Saera's spear out of the dead warrior and flung it in the Queen's direction. Daario thought he was aiming it at her, and brought her onto the ground.

The Son of the Harpy fell behind them, dead. The crowd began to scream, several figures rising with masks, snuck all around the stadium.

There were too many of them.

"Protect your Queen!" Daario yelled to the Unsullied guards.

The Sons of the Harpy had begun to kill the spectators at random. Jorah retrieved his sword, rushing forward. Saera was close behind, leaping onto the stage and retrieving her spear from the dead body, beginning to fight with another Son of the Harpy who'd been approaching them.

"Your Grace, I know a way out!" cried Hizdahr, now packing. Before he could say where, two Harpies pulled him off the stage, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest.

"Stay with Daenerys!" Saera yelled at Tyrion, kicking the Harpy she fought in the abdomen, tossing him into the pit. "Jorah, get them out!"

"Not without you," he said, grabbing Daenerys and Missandei. Tyrion had managed to stab at the Harpy as he tried to climb back onto the stage. "Come, this way!"

They rushed to one of the side exists, surrounded by Unsullied who were spreading out more and more, having no choice but to fight the Harpies who were flooding toward them.

The exit was blocked just as they approached. "There's too many of them!" said Saera furiously as more Harpies arrived from outside the stadium. The Unsullied had formed a protective circle around them, leaving them in the center of the pit. "We need the fucking dragons! We need the dragons!"

Daenerys began to pant heavily, looking at Saera, as if saying with her eyes that she'd been right: they never should have put them away.

"Daenerys," said Saera sharply. "Listen to me. You may not have bonded formally with any of them but Drogon willrespond. He has to. He has been closest to you, he is free, you must try. Show him what you feel. Call to him."

"How do I–?"

"Call to him!"

She was still panicking, and the Harpies were already breaking through the circle. She couldn't wait for her anymore. She, Jorah, and Daario began to fight whoever approached them, trying to keep Missandei and Daenerys from being hit.