Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Fighting the Others

[Lancel POV]

"We have to withdraw" I tell them when I see that the Others are approaching to attack us

<The Host can only retreat after defeating one of the Others> The System gives me a quest before I leave

'So that's what he meant about a suicide mission' I remembered what he told me in the Tower of Joy

"Retreat" Mance tells them noticing the increasingly cold weather

"Let's go" Oberyn tells us turning around

"Ser Arthur, Prince Oberyn, I need your help" I tell them with the utmost seriousness possible

"In what?" Ser Arthur asks me looking into my eyes, Oberyn turns to us to know what I'm going to answer

"I want you to help me fight against the Others, we will leave after defeating one" I tell them feeling the cold on my face

"It seems dangerous, but I feel like fighting" Oberyn tells me accepting, I turn to Ser Arthur, and he nods.

"Do you guys stay?" Mance asks us, I answer yes with a nod. He turns away from the village along with the savages

We waited a moment, until a shadow appeared from the darkness. She stood before us, tall, as hard and skinny as old bones, her flesh pale as milk. His armor seemed to change color every time he moved; one moment it was white as freshly fallen snow, the next black as shadows, or speckled with the gray-brown of tents. With each step he took, the play of light and shadow danced like moonlight on water. The sound of his footsteps was not heard when he walked, and he left no trace in his path

When we saw this creature up close, our breath escaped us in a hissing sound. The cold that gave off near us froze our breath. We realized that in a moment the wind had stopped. It was very, very cold. The three of us prepare for combat.

[Third Person POV]

The Other slid forward with silent steps. In his hand was a longsword like he had never seen before. In its forging no human metal had taken part. It was a translucent moonbeam, a sliver of glass so thin it could barely be seen from the side. That weapon gave off a faint bluish glow, a ghostly light shining from its edge, and without knowing why, we understood that it was sharper than any blade.

As the three clutched their weapons tightly, the Other stopped. They saw his eyes; blues, darker and bluer than any human eye, a blue that burned like ice. Other shadows silently stepped out of the shadows, all identical to the first. There were three of them... They were outnumbered, the cold emanating from them could be felt, but it was not seen when they arrived, nor was their approach heard.

Lancel only focused on those in front of him. Since the first Other approached, he deactivated his spiritual sense, he didn't want distractions during combat

The Others gathered to face the three warriors in front of them. Lancel placed his palm on Oberyn's arm and then Ser Arthur's, leaving a star mark. Then he concentrated on the Others

"It will be a difficult battle, from what I see, I can only fight with one of them" Oberyn tells us moving aside to have more space. One of the Others follows him to fight him.

"Me the same, I can only fight one opponent" Lancel said to Ser Arthur, he just nodded, accepting to fight against two

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One of the Others follows Lancel aside to fight, while Ser Arthur waits for the two of them to attack him. One Other approaches him while the Other watches. Behind him, to right and left, came Others who waited patiently, silent, without a trace of their presence

Oberyn's combat began with a thrust to the chest of the Other, he swung his transparent sword deflecting the tip of the spear and Oberyn did not hear the metal-on-metal noise. Just a high-pitched, hissing sound, just above the threshold of hearing

Oberyn was momentarily stunned by the impact, the force of the blow knocking him off balance for a moment. The Other, seeing that it is difficult for him to fight from a distance, changes the sword for a spear with one of the Others close to him.

Lancel exchanged three attacks, sword against sword, then took a step back. There was another exchange of blows, and he backed away again. This Other's strength is superior to his, so he plans a strategy of only countering the Other's attacks.

In another scenario...

Ser Arthur exchanges sword blows against the Other, without being at a disadvantage, because he deflects the force of each attack while keeping moving. The Other who was patient, stopped being patient upon seeing this, approached the battle and began an attack with a slash towards Ser Arthur's head with all his strength.

Ser Arthur manages to dodge this attack by taking two quick steps backwards. Then he has to make more moves with his body as he deflects some attacks, this time he just keeps defending

Oberyn notices that their exchange is getting worse and worse, since the Other only attacks without defending himself, and does not give him a chance to attack, and if he wants to attack he would have to suffer a mortal wound.

Lancel, seeing that even with his strategy he can't hurt his rival, activates his fighting instinct. The next moment, he feels more confident that he can finish off this being. The Other sends a slash to his neck, Lancel uses the guard of the sword and crouches making the sword pass over his head, then takes a step closer sticking his sword into the Other's chest

The Other stands still for a moment, until there is a crack like the noise ice makes breaking, plus a piercing, high-pitched shriek, the Other's armor sliding down the being's legs like a rivulet as blood pale blue hissed. And smoke comes out near the sword wound. The Other put his white hands to the wound to try to remove the sword, but when his fingers brushed against the sword they began to smoke so much, like burning green leaves. His flesh vaporized into wisps of a faint white mist and melted and dissolved into a puddle, and below it were only the bones like a milky, transparent, shiny glass that were also dissolving.

The Others stared for a moment at the sword of dawn, Dawn. After this they took their weapons to attack Lancel as a group. Seeing this, Lancel asks the system to send him to Ser Arthur's location in 50 seconds, and then send him to Oberyn's location in 7 seconds. When the three of them are together, let him transport them together to the ship at Eastwatch by the Sea.

"I'll be back in a moment, don't get distracted" Lancel tells them and runs east, with the Others following close behind.

During the run, Lancel activates his spiritual sense, and throws himself to the side of the road, dodging a spear thrown at him by one of his pursuers. Lancel gets to his feet and keeps running, trying to get the Others away from Ser Arthur and Oberyn, so that during the transport they don't hurt them with the spears, since he doesn't have much free time. To prevent any of them from dying here

As Lancel flees from the Others, Oberyn receives a wound on his left leg, when the Other's spear grazed his skin, he felt his leg freeze, preventing him from having any more movements, therefore. He decided to keep moving back as fast as he could, in order to avoid another attack that would cause him another disadvantage in the duel. After the Other's defeat, the one fighting Oberyn attacked more aggressively than before.

Ser Arthur was not having a good time against two fighters, already panting from the effort, his breath rising in white clouds in the moonlight. The next moment one of his rivals manages to cut his chest, but he can't hurt him thanks to the trench coat made of Valyrian steel. His arms feel increasingly weak, the battle against the strength of the Others has made him lose his physical resistance and he feels that he cannot continue fighting against both of them.

The Other, seeing his attack fail, decides to slash Ser Arthur's head, the next moment Lancel appears and deflects the attack with Albor while kicking Ser Arthur in the abdomen, sending him backwards, and crouching so that the attack passes above his head. His arms feel instantly numb from the exchange, so he grabs Ser Arthur's leg as his transport to Oberyn's location is activated.

Oberyn continues to back away, but the next moment he falls to the ground panting, watching as a spear closes in on his face. Suddenly Lancel appears and receives the spear in his chest and the impact makes him fall to the ground. Lancel sits up quickly and puts his sword back in its scabbard and grabs Oberyn's arm with his right hand, while his left hand still grips Ser Arthur's right foot. Then the system fulfills their third transport in the agreed time and they appear on the boat

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