The Valonqar

[impathy]

Characters: Tyrion Lannister, Buffy Summers
Setting: Game of Thrones; Westeros
Summary: Buffy arrived in Westeros to protect the Tyrion Lannister, who was prophesied to save the world. The two were wed as a cover for them to move through Westeros. A clash of opinions has let them with a wary alliance as their attentions turn north, towards the Wall and the Others beyond it.

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[originaljackass]

He'd seen her hit hard. But he was stunned when he actually felt it. He'd survived a slugging from the Mountain and came back feeling better than that. But even though she had sent him reeling to the ground, he stood back up again, his mouth bloody and his jaw dislocated. But he soon fixed that and smiled at her.

"Ow. You're not from around here, are you?" He casually twirled his sword around in his hand again. "Gods, I love foreign chicks." He was more careful now. She was no mook that could be easily cut down. Now he wasn't so sure he wanted to. So he waited for her to strike again.

[herotypical]

The kangaroo court put itself on pause as the violence persisted. Buffy stepped back with the natural recoil one has when an enemy thought to be done pops back up again. She groaned and spared a glance at the rest of the assembled bodies. Tyrion's execution has been stayed, but only so long as the spectacle persisted. The Lady stood solemn and patient, as though she had eternity to mete out her punishments.

"Sounds like that makes two of us." Not from around here. She'd not yet met a jaw what could slot so perfectly back into place. Not here, at least. Not in this world. But she'd felt his skin when her fist connected, and she knew him to be warm. He wasn't a vampire.

Buffy didn't wait long before advancing once again, lifting her leg into a roundhouse kick with more power behind it than she'd initially planned to use. Not when she thought she was smacking 'round human types.

[originaljackass]

Jack caught her foot. It took both hands because she was stronger still than he expected and he had to drop his sword to manage it. But then he pushed her back and tutted at her.

"So what is that? SoCal? I didn't there was many of us in those parts. Of course, that begs the question why a pretty thing like you is bumming around in this world with Grumpy over there." He jerked a thumb over to Tyrion. And then he closed the thumb around a fist to swing it at her in the hope she would be distracted.

[herotypical]

She shouldn't be so delighted at the prospect of a fair fight but somewhere in her body, blood sang. "Scotland, actually," she sounded almost cheery as she informed him. "But...via Cali. So you get half-points."

And certainly she was distracted, but not by the pointing. Rather, it had been altogether too long since leaving home and she was half-charmed just to hear someone else make the obvious joke. She'd been about to tell him she thought of Tyrion more as Doc figure, herself, but the words were knocked loose from her mouth by the man's knuckles.

She stumbled. Oh, she certainly stumbled. But Buffy Summers didn't fall.

[originaljackass]

"My lady must pay attention. She won't look so pretty without her teeth."

Jack-Be-Lucky rather loved this world. He'd been to so many, but few were so unscrupulous as this one. And though he'd never fancied hitting women, there was a certain freedom in knowing that no matter how much of an asshole he could be, he was many shades a better man than ninety percent of the rest of the men in this world. He could be a septon for how pious he was compared to some of them.

[herotypical]

"No kidding," she said as she spat blood. "Turns out this place isn't so keen on the comprehensive dental plans."

She drew back up to her mostly-inconsequential height. And she rolled her shoulders. She was done with playing the fun angle -- the man hit too hard to indulge him for too long. Buffy still wondered who he was -- why he was here, if he had his own way back, and what the hell sort of bump-in-the-night he seemed to be. But interrogations would have to wait until her Lord Husband was in less dire circumstances.

Buffy grabbed for the man's collar and hoped to drag him down to her level -- just far enough to drive her knee into his gut.

[originaljackass]

He ought to have been grateful it wasn't his groin. But as he rolled back holding his gut, he had to take a few moments to catch his breath. He'd do it faster than most, but it left him vulnerable until he did. In the meantime, some of the other men were starting to pull themselves back up. They were injured and hurting, but proud enough to draw their swords again. None of them would be pleased to listen to Jack-Be-Lucky brag yet again about he had done all the hard work.