Daenerys V; A Storm of Swords, Arstan Whitebeard vs Mero

Whitebeard put Dany behind him. Mero slashed at his face. The old man jerked back, cat-quick. The staff thumped Mero's ribs, sending him reeling.
Ser Barristan Selmy, as Arstan Whitebeard, armed only with a wooden staff, defends queen Daenerys from Mero attacking her with a sword.Add caption
Ser Barristan Selmy, under the identity of Arstan Whitebeard, squire in service of Strong Belwas, armed only with a wooden staff, defends queen Daenerys from the attack of Mero, former commander of the Seconds Sons sellswords company.

Reference excerpt from the book: Daenerys V; A Storm of Swords

Dany had stopped to speak to a pregnant woman who wanted the Mother of Dragons to name her baby when someone reached up and grabbed her left wrist. Turning, she glimpsed a tall ragged man with a shaved head and a sunburnt face. “Not so hard,” she started to say, but before she could finish he'd yanked her bodily from the saddle. The ground came up and knocked the breath from her, as her silver whinnied and backed away. Stunned, Dany rolled to her side and pushed herself onto one elbow…

… and then she saw the sword.

“There's the treacherous sow,” he said. “I knew you'd come to get your feet kissed one day.” His head was bald as a melon, his nose red and peeling, but she knew that voice and those pale green eyes. “I'm going to start by cutting off your teats.”
Dany was dimly aware of Missandei shouting for help. A freedman edged forward, but only a step.
One quick slash, and he was on his knees, blood running down his face. Mero wiped his sword on his breeches. “Who's next?”

“I am.” Arstan Whitebeard leapt from his horse and stood over her, the salt wind riffling through his snowy hair, both hands on his tall hardwood staff.

“Grandfather,” Mero said, “run off before I break your stick in two and bugger you with-”

The old man feinted with one end of the staff, pulled it back, and whipped the other end about faster than Dany would have believed.

The Titan's Bastard staggered back into the surf, spitting blood and broken teeth from the ruin of his mouth.
Whitebeard put Dany behind him. Mero slashed at his face. The old man jerked back, cat-quick.
The staff thumped Mero's ribs, sending him reeling. Arstan splashed sideways, parried a looping cut, danced away from a second, checked a third mid-swing.

The moves were so fast she could hardly follow.

Missandei was pulling Dany to her feet when she heard a crack.
She thought Arstan's staff had snapped until she saw the jagged bone jutting from Mero's calf.
As he fell, the Titan's Bastard twisted and lunged, sending his point straight at the old man's chest.

Whitebeard swept the blade aside almost contemptuously and smashed the other end of his staff against the big man's temple.

Mero went sprawling, blood bubbling from his mouth as the waves washed over him.
A moment later the freedmen washed over him too, knives and stones and angry fists rising and falling in a frenzy.


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