Third person pov :
Eddard Stark and Jaime Lannister strode side by side, their footsteps echoing against the dirt path that led to the arena.
The spectators turned their attention to the approaching figures, whispers of anticipation rippling through the crowd.
Eddard's face bore the weight of responsibility, his eyes reflecting the somber thoughts that swirled within.
Jaime, on the other hand, seemed to exude a sense of confidence and perhaps even a touch of excitement.
As the two men arrived at the edge of the arena, Maester Luwin's voice rang out, his clear and commanding tone capturing the crowd's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, lords and ladies of the North, distinguished guests from across the realm, it is my esteemed honor to present the next match in this grand tournament of champions!
Two valiant contenders step forth, each prepared to test their mettle in a display of skill and valor that will surely leave a mark on the annals of history.
In the red corner, we have a warrior whose honor is as unyielding as his steel, a lord of the North who leads by example and whose reputation is beyond reproach.
Please, let us welcome Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell!
And in the blue corner, a knight of legend and prowess, known throughout the Seven Kingdoms for his skill with a blade and his unwavering resolve.
Join me in applauding Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer!"
As the sun casts its radiant glow upon the field and the spirits of warriors past look down upon us, let us bear witness to this thrilling confrontation.
It is a clash not just of steel, but of destinies entwined.
Friends, compatriots, and fellow observers, prepare yourselves as these two remarkable souls take up arms and prove their mettle.
With hearts pounding and breaths held, let the duel commence!"
But neither of the fighters drew their swords.
They just stood in front of each other , observing their oponent.
Eddard's expression remained stern, his mind occupied by more than just the spectacle before him.
He was acutely aware of the letter from Lisa Arryn that linked the Lannisters to Jon Arryn's death.
The tension between the two houses was palpable, and he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility that came with his position as the lord of Winterfell.
Jaime, however, seemed to revel in the atmosphere of the tourney.
His demeanor was one of casual confidence, his features bearing an almost playful smirk.
The Lannister knight's eyes sparkled with amusement, his body language suggesting that he was here to enjoy the spectacle of combat, rather than to be weighed down by the political intrigues that plagued the realm.
For a moment, their gazes met—a fleeting exchange of glances that spoke volumes. Eddard's eyes bore the weight of caution, a reminder of the stakes involved in every move he made.
Jaime's eyes, on the other hand, danced with an intensity that hinted at a readiness for battle, both on and off the arena.
And finally.... Eddard drew his sword with a sigh and a small smile on his face.
The thrill of the battle...how long has it been since he last felt adrenaline coursing through his veins like a raging river?
Well , just yesterday, in the last seven fights he fought....
'Whatever' the Lord thought.
'Politics and ploys , backstabbing and lies...they can wait for a bit.
Now.... let's show this lion that Winter is Coming....'
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As the Warden of the North walked slowly towards him , Jaime Lannister only smiled , and cracked a joke as he also drew his sword.
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"Oh , you're approaching me?"
To which his opponent responded in good humor.
"I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer"
And as their swords started clashing the crowd started cheering in delight.
The clash began with a symphony of steel meeting steel, a dance of blades where every movement was calculated, every strike deflected with precision.
Eddard Stark and Jaime Lannister faced each other with unwavering determination, their skill evident in each maneuver.
Their swords sang through the air, exchanging strikes, parries, and feints, the audience holding their breath as the duel unfolded.
In the beginning, they were evenly matched, their strikes resonating in a harmonious dance of steel.
The sun cast glimmers off their swords as the metallic notes of clashing weapons filled the air.
Both fighters moved with precision, their blades intertwining in a complex choreography of thrusts and parries.
They spun and twisted with fluid grace, their movements a symphony of power and finesse. Eddard's sword arced through the air, seeking an opening in Jaime's defenses, while Jaime's quick footwork allowed him to evade Eddard's calculated strikes.
Each clash of their blades sent reverberations through the ground, and the intensity of their duel was palpable, drawing the audience into the heart of the fight.
Their footwork was a masterpiece of control and agility.
With every step, they shifted seamlessly between offense and defense, their bodies in constant motion as they sought to gain the upper hand.
The rhythm of their combat echoed the years of training and experience that had honed their abilities, a testament to the dedication and discipline they had invested in their craft.
As they circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, they probed for weaknesses while guarding against potential vulnerabilities.
The crowd watched in awe as their swords moved in a blur, the clash of metal against metal creating sparks that ignited the air around them.
Each strike was met with an equally adept parry, the two warriors engaged in a dance of skill that left spectators on the edge of their seats.
As the duel progressed, the ebb and flow of their combat took a sudden turn when Jaime Lannister executed an unexpected move, a breathtaking display of agility and precision that momentarily caught Eddard off guard.
With a seamless transition, Jaime initiated a series of maneuvers that showcased adaptability.
In a blink of an eye, Jaime's blade darted forward in a feinted cut, aimed at Eddard's chest. Eddard's instincts kicked in, and he instinctively raised his sword to parry the incoming attack. However, much to his surprise, Jaime's feint seamlessly transformed into a thrust, his blade angling toward a different point of entry.
Eddard barely had time to react as Jaime's blade found its mark, striking his chest armor with a precision that left no room for error.
The impact sent a shiver of surprise through Eddard, a testament to Jaime's ability to read his opponent's movements and exploit the smallest openings.
The gasps of the spectators echoed through the air as they witnessed the Kingslayer's finesse and Eddard's momentary vulnerability.
Eddard's brows furrowed in concentration as he recalibrated his strategy, his mind racing to adapt to the sudden shift in momentum and aching pain in his chest.
However, Eddard Stark's resolve remained unshaken, even in the face of Jaime Lannister's unexpected maneuver.
In that crucial moment, Eddard drew strength from his unwavering love for his family and the fierce determination to protect his lineage.
He refused to lose in front of his wife and children...
Channeling these emotions into his fighting, he transformed his frustration into a wellspring of energy, and his determination ignited like a flame within him.
'I will not break' he kept repeating to himself inside his mind.
As the duel progressed, Eddard's movements gained a renewed vitality.
He deflected Jaime's blows with a newfound vigor, his stance unwavering and his strikes imbued with a fierce purpose.
With each parry and counterattack, his connection to his family's legacy grew stronger, and his heart and mind aligned with the true meaning of the duel.
Jaime Lannister's movements became a whirlwind of calculated strikes and evasive maneuvers.
His fluidity in combat was mesmerizing.
After hitting Eddard in the chest, Jaime didn't relent.
He continued to press his advantage, his sword dancing in the air with a deadly grace.
Jaime's footwork was impeccable, allowing him to move effortlessly around Eddard, exploiting any opening that presented itself.
He lunged forward with quick jabs and spun around for sweeping strikes, always keeping Eddard on the defensive.
His attacks were precise and economical, each movement purposeful and strategic.
Eddard, although momentarily caught off guard, managed to block and parry Jaime's strikes with his own expertise.
The clash of their blades echoed through the arena, each strike resonating with the intensity of their rivalry.
Eddard's determination to protect his honor and family name fueled his every move, as he fought to regain his ground against Jaime's relentless assault.
Their swords clashed and sparks flew as they traded blows, the audience watching in awe of the skill and precision on display. The arena was alive with the energy of their duel, the tension palpable in the air.
Jaime's attacks were fierce and unyielding, his movements graceful yet deadly, while Eddard fought to hold his own, his resolve unshaken even in the face of adversity.
In the final part of the fight, the clash of steel and the rhythmic dance of combat reached a crescendo.
Eddard's unwavering determination allowed him to weather Jaime's advances with graceful evasion, his instincts guiding him with uncanny precision.
The audience watched in awe as Eddard seemed to embody the spirit of his House, a steadfast sentinel who would not yield.
Then, in a climactic moment, Eddard seized an opening that had eluded him before.
Jaime's guard momentarily faltered, and Eddard's instincts took over.
With a swift and expertly executed maneuver, Eddard's blade met Jaime's, and the impact reverberated throughout the arena.
The sound of steel against steel was followed by a distinct clatter as Jaime's sword slipped from his grip and fell to the ground.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of gasps and cheers, their astonishment mirrored in the faces of those who bore witness to Eddard's triumphant counterattack.
In that singular moment, Eddard's determination had proven unyielding.
As the dust settled and the adrenaline of combat began to subside, Eddard Stark stood victorious, his gaze steady and his chest heaving with a mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion.
Eddard went to Jaime and shook his hand , ignoring the dissatisfaction on his opponent's face.
"If only I had my sword..." Jaime muttered loud enough to be heard.
And Lord Stark didn't reply , because he also knew that if the Kingslayer's sword wasn't a blunt one used for training....he wouldn't have gotten the chance for a comeback.
He really needed to fight more often...he felt rusty.
Who knew when another war would break out , and in a war...none of the swords are blunted.
'*Sigh* , Winter is coming...' he thought just as he heard Maester Luwin's voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, lords and ladies of the North, what a match we have witnessed between these two esteemed warriors!
Eddard Stark and Jaime Lannister have showcased their unparalleled skills and unwavering determination in a duel that will be remembered for ages to come.
Their masterful display of swordsmanship, their unyielding spirit, and the fire in their hearts have truly brought honor to the grand tourney and fire to Winterfell itself!
Let us give a resounding applause to both Eddard Stark and Jaime Lannister for their outstanding performance in the arena today.
Their dedication to the art of combat and their fierce resolve have undoubtedly left an indelible mark on this event.
But the grand tourney does not stop here, my friends! The excitement continues to mount as we move forward to witness another enthralling match. Our very own prince, Joffrey Baratheon, will face none other than the legendary Ser Barristan Selmy!
It is a duel that promises to be nothing short of extraordinary, a clash of generations and talents that will undoubtedly grace the annals of history.
So gather 'round, dear audience, as we prepare for yet another remarkable confrontation in the grand tourney of Winterfell.
May the Seven watch over the competitors, and may the strength of their arms and the wisdom of their hearts guide them through this momentous challenge."
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A.N :
"It should go without saying that I hadn't come to this battle unprepared.
I was ready, on a number of levels.
Raven had always taught me that every battle begins in the mind, with preparation and control.
Things like hesitation, fear, and uncertainty could kill you even before the first blade was drawn, slowing you and undercutting your strength.
Because of that, the first step to victory starts with the self-with knowing what could happen, understanding it, and facing it.
That was true in any real battle and even more so in this one."
-The REAL Adam Taurus - The Games We Play by Ryugi