It took two hours for Arya's body to absorb the Mirakuru completely.
She clenched her fist, feeling her immense new strength. Then she tried to get out of the bathtub—but used too much force and ended up crashing face-first into the wall.
She rubbed her nose. "Ouch. That hurt."
She dressed carefully, walking slowly and deliberately, trying not to use too much force until she got outside the capsule house.
Once outside, she grinned and used her new super-speed to rush to Jacob.
Jacob was playing his Game Boy when he heard someone running toward him. He looked up and saw a blur heading fast in his direction. He smiled, put the Game Boy in his pocket dimension, and Arya crashed into him, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "Thank you so much for making me strong."
Jacob patted her back. "You're welcome."
After a moment, Arya let him go. She drew her sword and smiled. "Okay. Let's spar."
Jacob shook his head. "Put that away. I have a sword, but I don't know any fancy sword moves. I only know how to use it to kill. Let's spar without weapons so you can learn to control your new strength."
Arya sheathed her sword. "Okay." Then she attacked.
Jacob grinned and punched her hard, sending her crashing into the fortress's brick wall. The impact knocked the air from her lungs.
Arya stood up and grinned. She didn't complain or show fear. She charged again. And again. Jacob didn't go easy on her. He beat her badly—even breaking one of her arms. But Arya didn't scream. She just hissed, watched her arm heal in less than a minute with excitement, and kept attacking.
After two hours, Arya finally lay on the wet, muddy ground, beaten and breathing heavily—but still smiling.
Then she started crying. She began reciting names.
"Cersei Lannister. Walder Frey. The Mountain. Meryn Trant." She repeated them, over and over, her voice cracking. "Cersei Lannister. Walder Frey. The Mountain. Meryn Trant. Cersei Lannister. Walder Frey. The Mountain. Meryn Trant." She looked at the grey sky, tears streaming down her face. "Now I have the strength to kill you all."
Jacob crouched down beside her. "Is that your revenge list?"
Arya wiped her eyes and sat up. "Yes."
Jacob asked, "What about Roose Bolton? I heard he killed your brother Robb."
Arya's jaw tightened. "He's on my list too."
Jacob nodded. "Let's start with Littlefinger first. Then, after we conquer the Free Folk, I'll call my family, and we'll take back Winterfell together."
Arya looked at him. "With your strength, do you really need an army? I could probably take Winterfell alone with my new strength now. And you're way stronger than me."
Jacob smirked. "It's not about taking Winterfell back. It's about having fun. I want to command an army. My family will definitely want to have fun and participate in a medieval-style war. If I used my full strength, I could take Winterfell and become the new king of the Seven Kingdoms in a day. But that would be boring. I want to have a large army. I want to play with those arrogant nobles. I want to lead an army and fight in wars. I don't get to do that in my world."
Arya smiled. "That sounds fun. I'm in." She paused. "By the way, is your end goal the Iron Throne?"
Jacob thought for a moment. "I'm not sure yet. Being the king of the poor and miserable people of Westeros is a lot of responsibility. It sounds like a lot of work. I'd have to take care of millions of people." He shrugged. "Let's wait until my family gets here. Then I'll decide. But I'll probably go for the Iron Throne and become a hands-off king."
Just then, Jacob tilted his head and closed his eyes, focusing on listening.
Arya tensed. "What's wrong?"
Jacob held up a hand. "Shush."
He listened for a full minute, then opened his eyes and looked north. "About eight or nine miles that way. A company of about two hundred Bolton men is heading our way."
Arya's eyes widened. "How do you know?"
Jacob pointed at his ears. "Superhearing."
Arya didn't panic. "What should we do?"
Jacob shrugged. "They won't be here for another three hours. Let's wait for them." His voice turned cold. "The Boltons are famous for their ancient practice of flaying their enemies alive. And they don't do it as punishment—they do it because it's a source of pride. They even made their sigil a flayed man." He smiled—an evil, dangerous smile. "So once they get here, we'll deal with them. And none of them will leave this ruined fortress alive."
Arya mirrored his smile. "My thoughts exactly."
Jacob stood. "Alright. Let's eat and wait for them to arrive."
They returned to the capsule house. After Jacob cast a cleaning spell on them both, they stepped inside. The lizard-lions followed close behind but remained outside, waiting for Jacob.
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Three hours later, the Bolton soldiers arrived at Moat Cailin. They carried banners bearing the flayed man—a red figure hanging upside-down on a white, X-shaped cross over a field of black.
Jacob and Arya stepped out of the capsule house. Jacob tossed a few pieces of Sker Buffalo meat to the three lizard-lions. "Go kill the soldiers at the gate."
The three giant creatures seemed to understand. They lumbered toward the north gate, following the sound of the Bolton men.
The soldiers had arrived to relieve the previous garrison—the one that had left four days ago, the day before Jacob and Arya had arrived. They were just entering the large gate when they saw three massive lizard-lions walking toward them. The largest was about thirty feet long; the smallest was twenty-three feet.
One soldier shouted, "Watch out! Lizard-lions!"
Another cried, "They're too big! I've never heard of lizard-lions this size! Didn't they say they're only as big as lions?"
Their commander barked orders. "Form a line! Shields up! Spears forward! Don't let them flank us! Archers, aim for the eyes!"
The soldiers scrambled into formation, their training taking over despite their fear.
The three lizard-lions charged. They were fast—terrifyingly fast for creatures their size. Each bite killed a man. Their scaly, armored hides turned aside swords, arrows, and spears that struck their backs, though their softer underbellies remained vulnerable.
Jacob and Arya watched from a distance, not yet participating. The three giants were already doing bloody work.
Arya asked, "I heard about lizard-lions from Old Nan's stories, but she didn't say they could get this big. Where did you find them? I wanted to ask earlier, but I forgot."
Jacob shrugged. "I was bored this morning, so I went deep into the swamps a few miles from here. A small lizard-lion tried to eat me. After I dealt with it, I went looking for the biggest ones I could find to kill time. I found these three with one of my abilities, pulled them out of the swamp, and brought them here to play."
Arya gave him a look. "You're weird. That's your idea of killing time?"
Jacob smirked. "Actually, I was trying to find a swamp dragon. Unfortunately, I found none—only some large snakes and these guys. The snakes were too small. Only twenty feet long. I wasn't interested."
Arya stared. "Twenty feet is small?"
Jacob nodded and turned his attention back to the fight. Arya focused on the fight too and stopped asking questions.
For forty minutes, the soldiers fought the lizard-lions. They managed to wound the creatures by stabbing their soft, unarmored bellies. But the cost was steep—forty men dead, more than fifty severely wounded.
Jacob glanced at Arya. "Go have fun. But be careful. You're not invincible." He gestured to her clothes. "Your outfit won't be penetrated by normal weapons, but your neck and head aren't protected. If someone cuts off your head or shoots an arrow through your skull, you'll die."
Arya nodded. "I'll be careful."
Jacob pulled a combat knife from his pocket dimension and handed it to her. "Take this. It's more useful than your rapier."
Arya took the knife, weighing it in her hand. "Nice dagger. Thanks." Then she shot into the group of soldiers and began massacring them. She moved with blinding speed, slicing throats, stabbing eyes, driving the blade into necks.
One soldier shouted, "Watch out! There are..." He didn't finish. Arya stabbed him through the ear, and he dropped dead.
Jacob walked toward the now-dying lizard-lions. With a wave of his hand, he used his telekinesis to kill all the soldiers who were still stabbing them. The remaining soldiers panicked.
One screamed, "He... he's a sorcerer!"
An archer loosed an arrow at Jacob. With a flick of his finger, Jacob sent it flying back into the archer's skull with his telekinesis.
Jacob pulled the spears from the lizard-lions' bodies and used his Healing Touch ability. A warm white light enveloped the three creatures, closing their wounds, restoring their strength. Within moments, they were fully healed.
Jacob smiled at them. "You did a good job. Go stand aside. I'll reward you after I deal with these idiots."
The three lizard-lions obediently moved to the side.
Jacob drew his sword, Griffin. He poured energy into the blade, and a cold blue flame ignited along its edge. Then he attacked.
He was faster than Arya. More cruel. Every swing of his sword tore through armor and weapons alike, cleaving bodies in half with wounds that burned and froze at the same time. The Bolton men tried to run, but Jacob appeared in front of them—again and again—and slaughtered them without mercy.
Arya killed one last man and stopped. She watched Jacob cut through the escaping soldiers with an evil smirk on his face.
She sighed. "He's easygoing and an idiot most of the time. Even with all his magical powers, I thought he was just a pretty boy." She watched him drive his sword through another man. "But it seems I was wrong. He's a monster. And he looks scary right now." She smiled. "But I like him like this. Kind to his friends. Cruel to his enemies. Only a man like that deserves to be my king."
Soon, all the remaining Bolton men lay dead.
Jacob sheathed his sword and waved his hand. A giant, life-like fire serpent shot from his palm and burned the bodies to ash.
He walked to Arya. "This is the first time you've killed so many people, isn't it? How are you feeling?"
Arya smiled. "I feel great."
Jacob cast a cleaning spell on both of them, cleaning the blood and gore from their faces and hair. Their enchanted clothes were already clean.
Then he bought enough Sker Buffalo meat from the system to fill the lizard-lions' stomachs. He tossed it to them. "Remember—don't fight among yourselves."
The three creatures, who had been hissing at each other, stopped and began eating without fighting.
Jacob rubbed Arya's head and led her back to the capsule house. "Let's go watch a movie or something."
Arya grinned and walked beside him. "Let's watch Tom and Jerry. I love Jerry, but I want to see if Tom will ever win against him."
Jacob looked at her—at the childish smile on her face—and shook his head with a laugh.
To be continued… 😊
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