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“I’m sick of this,” Jaime muttered. “Every time I go up against one of these unworthies, the naysayers harp on my lack of magic…and the lack of my hand.”
He looked down where the missing appendage was replaced by the mocking gold–it was worth a fortune, but worthless when it came to these fights.
And yet he had won! Every time, against powerful opponents. Opponents who, he would even admit in hindsight, were not quite as “unworthy” as he might boast. Opponents he had no right besting.
A powerful young witch…
A mind-boggling beast of evil…
All of them destroyed by his hands.
He spat into the ground.
Across the field stood a man–a man that was supposed to have died much earlier, too. Apparently he was one of those who had tried to refuse to fight, but ended up killing his enemies with potent magics.
It is said he can destroy me by simply saying my name.
“Ho, Ser Jaime!” the man called out, causing Jaime to flinch. But the knight didn’t disappear when his name was said. He smiled.
“And to you, Kvothe.”
“I feel it would be unfair for me to just say your true name and be done with this.” Reaching towards his belt, he pulled out a sword. Jaime wasn’t surprised to see he held it competently.
“You say ‘just,’ though, as if that could be an option in the future–as when you are losing to me,” Jaime said, drawing Valyrian steel in a fluid motion.
“I promise you, Ser–I didn’t mean it that way. I am a man who values–”
What he valued was cut off by a vicious swipe of Jaime’s sword. Kvothe, a trained swordsman in his own right, parried easily, although he was taken off guard.
“Fool!” Jaime snarled, launching into an offensive series designed to give Kvothe no time to do anything but react.
And react he did, Jaime noticed. Kvothe’s skill was apparent, and his counters were close to being reversals. It was only Jaime’s experience at dueling that kept him at the advantage–for the moment. He did curse, though, the fact that he was fighting with his off hand. No matter how much he trained, he was still overthinking, and not just fighting on instinct–
Which is when Kvothe’s parry turned into a a glancing cut across his bicep.
For the most part his armor deflected the blow, but it was the surprise of having his own defenses breached–especially so early into the fight–that threw him off. He stepped back, signaling a pause which–given his initial attack–he was surprised Kvothe consented to.
“You fight well,” Kvothe said.
“Screw you!” Jaime yelled. “I will not be patronized by a…a mere jester!” He attacked again and, again, Kvothe blocked all his thrusts and swings. He seemed to show no interest in actually engaging any more offensive maneuvers of his own.
“I am no minstrel,” Kvothe said, his voice quiet. “Just as you are not truly Jaime Lannister.”
Jaime stepped back again, and this time there was fear in his eyes. But, again, Kvothe had said his name, but nothing happened.
“You know nothing of who I truly am,” Jaime said. “And even if you do say my true name, it just proves that you have no more honor than I.”
“Be that as it may, the more I converse with you, the more I realize you need to be cleansed from this world.” Kvothe looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Any world,” he amended.
Kvothe looked at Jaime–and kept looking at him. He stared in disbelief at Jaime…and then at the knife sticking out of his own chest. He looked back up at Jaime, and saw the Valyrian sword on the ground, dropped so that the knight could throw the knife.
“But…I said…your true name…”
Jaime stood over Kvothe. “If you think of me only as the Kingslayer, then you know me not at all.” Reaching down, he grabbed the hilt of the dagger and jerked upwards. A strangled gurgling sound emitted from Kvothe, but no more words came out.
“But I will certainly be known as Kvothe-slayer from now on.”
Predicted Winner: Jaime Lannister
(Kvothe is a character from Patrick Rothfuss’s novel The Name of the Wind; Jaime Lannister is a character from George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series.)