Soon, Robert reached the Old Gate of the city. It was the closest to the main enemy camp. Currently, the Tyrell, Lannister, and Greyjoy joint army had built camps near every gate of the city. Meanwhile, the main army was camped back in the distance.
From what Robert had learned, the main camp where Tywin stayed was set in Hayford castle, a Crownlands Lord's fief, but the Lord was most likely dead already. It was also where the Tyrells had set up their base.
"Open the gate," Robert ordered the City Watch.
The men of the City Watch looked back at Robert in confusion. They recognized him and were even happy. But opening the gate was the opposite of what they were supposed to do—protect it.
By then, the Kingsguards and Stannis had arrived. They again requested him to return to the castle and plan a strategy.
They won't understand even if I tell them.
"Your Grace, this is suicide," Stannis advised.
Robert shook his head. "Stannis, I'm many things. Suicidal isn't one of them. Very well, if you won't open the gate, I'll smash it open myself."
The Old Gate may be known as the Old, but it was still King's Landing's gate. It was meant to protect the city. So, it was thick and reinforced with iron. Even for an army, it would require a battering ram and constant strikes to dent it.
Dent was the key word.
Stannis looked up at the men above the gatehouse and shook his head. He couldn't allow Robert to go out like that. He wasn't even wearing any armor, forget an army.
Yet, Robert approached the tall wooden gate. It was connected with chains above, with the rotating mechanism housed above in the gatehouse. The gate was lifted up in order to open it… usually.
"Eyes front and mouths shut! Your king's speaking, and you'd best bloody listen!"
Nobody expected anything.
Robert raised his warhammer high above his head, both his arms clutched tight on the grip. Then, he took a deep breath in and…
BOOM!
Muscles flexed, the famed warhammer struck the wooden gate with enough strength that the strike echoed across half of the city. The wood splintered apart, and a massive hole appeared in the door, larger than Robert's own size.
THUD!
But then, the entire door came free of its hinges that kept the upper chains tied to it. Once that happened, the gate became free and crumpled apart in its own weight, its structural integrity in ruins because of Robert's strike.
"Not a damn one of you is coming with me! That's an order." Robert roared, striding through the shattered gate. The noise should have alarmed the nearest enemy camp, and he wanted it that way—standing tall, ten feet past the gate, he waited.
Crossed arms, he stood like a wall. His hammer was planted in the dirt, its handle straight, ready to be gripped at any time.
Soon enough, horses appeared in the distance. Then, a cloud of dust appeared. Robert counted a total of a hundred men. He reckoned the scouts must have seen him through the far-eye already.
"Your Grace! Please step inside!" Stannis furiously requested.
Robert glared at his brother. It worked. Stannis shut his mouth and unsheathed his sword, never leaving.
"Stay back. You'll only get in my damn way," Robert barked, snatching up his warhammer. "Much has changed, Stannis. I saw dragons, I slayed them—Hah. Compared to them, men break too easily."
The ground seemed to shake as a hundred horsemen soon neared. Their armors were mixed, some Lannister and some Tyrell. They quickly got off their horses and formed a complete formation.
Then, a lone man with two aids walked forward. Robert recognized him right away, golden armor and cloaked in red. Tywin's own brother, Ser Kevan Lannister.
"Did you come to surrender, Kevan?" Robert bellowed.
Ser Kevan halted once he was ten feet away from Robert. "So the rumors were true. You were alive."
"Aye, I suppose I am. What of it? Disappointed, are you?"
Kevan shook his head. "It changes nothing, Robert. The city's still ringed in steel. The people grow hungrier by the hour. Sooner or later, they'll throw the gates open themselves. But it needn't come to that—"
"Save it, Kevan. You're the one who needs to listen. One day—no more. If my son and Margaery aren't here by morning, I'll butcher the lot of you. No House Lannister will be left, but the Imp. No Tyrells either—Make your choice."
Ser Kevan gave a dry chuckle, lips curling faintly. "Hah… And tell me, how do you plan to manage that? You've got no host to speak of. Three kingdoms rise against you."
Robert raised his warhammer high. "I am plenty, Kevan."
Ser Kevan let out a long breath. "Very well. If that is truly your will, I shall see Lord Tywin informed. The siege will go on."
Ser Kevan turned around and started to leave.
"Where do you think you're going, Kevan?"
Woosh!
Ser Kevan looked back for a moment and froze. "Wh—Aghk!
Too fast, Robert was already upon him. The next thing Ser Kevan felt was being grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air. He flailed his arms and legs to break free, but Robert's grip felt inhuman.
"Lord Kevan!"
The two soldiers with Kevan took out their swords to attack Robert.
But Robert lazily swung his warhammer with the other hand.
BAM!
The Lannister soldier's steel helmet caved in to a degree that the skull itself blasted open. Brain matter and blood splattered on the dirt.
"None of you but one shall leave! Pray to the gods that you're the lucky last!"
Bam!
Robert struck the other Lannister soldier, this time in the chest. Once again, the armor caved in, shattering the ribs and the heart. The man fell, a river of blood flowing from his mouth.
That whole time, Robert kept Kevan lifted in the air, getting choked. His sudden action had surprised the other men, and before they could rush an attack, Robert placed his warhammer on the side for a moment.
Then, with ease, Robert lowered Kevan down onto his knees. No, he forced him down. Kevan tried to fight back against that pressure, but his knees cracked apart.
"Aaaaargh… A-Ah-Attack!" Kevan growled to his men.
Instantly, the remaining ninety-something men rushed forward towards Robert.
"You think that will save you, Kevan?" Robert sneered and did something brutal. Something not even the likes of the Mountain did so openly and carelessly. "The end of House Lannister starts with you."
"Y-You… Uh!"
Like a man splitting apart chopped wood with his bare hands, Robert did the same with Kevan. He dug his fingers underneath Kevan's jaw with one hand, and the other hand gripped his chest. After that, he pulled his arms apart.
"Aaaaaaaaa!" Kevan kicked his leg weakly. The pain was too much.
"THIS… IS… KING'S… JUSTICE!"
"Aaaaaagh!"
Kevan's screams were ear-shattering, animalistic.
Squelch!
It was slow. Robert ripped Kevan's neck apart. At first, the tears left long wounds with blood spraying everywhere. Then, the vocal cords were stretched, making Kevan's last cry sound almost demonic.
And then…
Woosh!
Kevan's entire head was ripped off, along with the spine still attached. While Kevan's headless body fell to the ground, Robert's other hand raised the severed head into the air, the bloodied spine hanging down like a vine.
The eyes were open, the expressions of fear were frozen. All ninety-something men came to a halt at the inhuman sight. Robert had done that to a well armored man.
"COME NOW! Who's next?"
Robert released the head and let it fall on the dirt. Then, he stomped on it.
SPLASH!
It was now impossible to even know what happened to Kevan Lannister. The body was of no use, the head was a paste of blood, flesh, and bone.
Shocking the army, Robert grabbed his warhammer and rushed forward towards them. His speed was far more than any knight. In moments, he lunged into their ranks and began smashing his warhammer left and right.
Each time his hammer struck, blood sprayed like a fountain. Entire heads were blasted, limbs flew apart, and some who fell got stomped on by Robert's mighty leg.
"Argh!"
"M-Merc—Ah!"
Cries, roars, and pleas echoed. The City Watch of King's Landing, Stannis, Kingsguards were frozen in complete shock.
In a way, the same was the case for Tyrell and Lannister men. Too shocked by Robert's strength, they couldn't even swing their blades properly.
"Die, fucking traitors! Each one of you!"
Robert killed each one, one by one. And he was insanely fast. In a matter of moments, he reduced the men to single digits. And soon, there was just one man left, crawling on the floor, tears in his eyes. Snot covered his nose and half of his face, and the blood of his friends covered him from head to toe.
"P-Please… I… I have… I have kids… Please, Your Grace."
Thud!
Robert put his foot on the soldier's chest, keeping him pinned.
"You can crawl back, boy. But tell Tywin this—he's got until dawn to hand me Margaery and my son. Else I'll make what I did to Kevan look like a bloody kiss."
"Yes, yes… I'll do it!"
Quickly, the soldier ran away, stumbling and balancing. Without looking back, he jumped on a random horse and just galloped away.
Robert took a deep breath and walked back to the city walls. He was once again drenched in blood from head to toe. It was now a ritual whenever he fought.
"I'll need a damn bath again."
Stannis woke up from his trance at last and chased after his brother. "Y-Your Grace… How did you… What are you?"
Robert annoyedly grunted.
"No bloody idea."
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Tywin listened to the mumbling mess of a man in front of him. It was a Lannister soldier, and in one look, he could tell that his spirit was completely broken. But it was impossible to believe him. Robert defeating all one hundred men—that was what bards used to sing about after the Rebellion.
"Take him away." Tywin coldly ordered his men. He had no time to listen to fools, and the fool would never get to ramble on like that again. He had more pressing matters. Robert was alive, and Mace had returned from Braavos, too.
For some reason, Mace had urgently requested a meeting, including all of House Tyrell members.
With Kevan dead, there was no going back now for Tywin.
Dreaming of a retreat now that Robert has returned?
He understood what Mace must be planning. Margaery's son's claim rested on the fact that it was Robert's blood. Now, since Robert had returned, there was no need to fight as things could proceed normally.
Sighing, Tywin looked at his son, back from the Wall for a while now. "Prepare for the feast tonight."
Leaning against a wall, with just one hand, Jaime smiled. "Are you sure, father? We do need the Tyrells' support."
"We will have them. Loras commands well enough. As for the rest… they may follow the Reynes."
"What of Margaery and the babe?"
Tywin clenched his fist, his eyes cold, lips quivering in controlled anger.
"Let us see how far Robert is willing to go for them."
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