An Unsullied guard stood behind a pillar in front of the entrance of Kraznys' former villa as shouts and shrieks of pain came from inside. The Unsullied jumped at the sudden screams before turning and running into the villa's entrance. The screams continued to increase in volume as more Unsullied arrived, and animalistic, raw screams poured from the entrance.
The Unsullied guards, shocked at the scene, looked into the entrance of the villa to see a giant of a man and a woman covered in strange armour starting to walk towards them. On the giant's shoulder, a beast of fire made form spewed its breath onto a group of Unsullied who tried to attack the pair. Shouts of agony escaped from their mouths as their bodies burned and spears melted.
The giant's footsteps began to increase towards the Unsullied, who formed a shield wall to halt their advance. However, the giant didn't slow down but instead increased in speed as his sword came striking left to right, clearing the spears of the Unsullied and cleaving the men into pieces. Before the men could even realise the power of the giant's sword, their bodies crumpled into a pool on the floor.
Nazareth looked at the arriving Unsullied. The original attachment, which had stood on the plaza's walls, had rushed into the villa to combat him, Jill, and Viserion; however, in swift movements, they had been cut, burned, and shot into pools of blood, ash, and flesh.
As Nazareth's foot breached the final step of the villa, the ground trembled as, from the gates, came forth hundreds of Unsullied in strict order as they began to encircle and form a wall of spears to halt the giant.
This scene made Nazareth tremble with excitement; the sight of gore and blood splattering the walls and floors made his blood boil. The shouts in his mind for more blood, for him to take their skulls, became louder until only the screams from the Unsullied being carved apart could combat the shouting.
Nazareth's sword gleamed in happiness as, with each stroke of his arm, rows of Unsullied were flung off or sliced in two.
Jill watched as her 'god' single-handedly fought the increasing number of enemies. Each stroke of his sword looked to be art as arms, heads, and blood flew freely in the air.
The once full plaza began to thin as the Unsullied watched their comrades in front of them be cut like a hot knife through butter. Fear began to manifest in the unfearable Unsullied. Each time they launched an attack, the giant swung his sword, launching men and body parts into the air. The blood splatter covered the whole plaza before the soldiers became even more unhinged and started to retreat backwards until the Unsullied started to fully run away from the madman.
The arriving Unsullied met their retreating comrades with hostility, pointing and stabbing the retreating Unsullied until the gates of the plaza became a bloodbath. Standing in the centre of this carnage was Nazareth, covered head to toe in blood and organs. The newly arrived Unsullied once again charged towards him, ignoring their comrades' bodies strewn about within the plaza.
Once again, Nazareth swung his sword; its fuller (face side of the sword) came into contact with an Unsullied, sending the man flying into the sky before crashing into a pile of corpses.
Nazareth's once fine and upper noble clothes became tatters as the spears pierced the fabric but couldn't pierce his skin.
This massacre continued as Nazareth made his way to the gates of Astapor; following in step was a carnage of blood and guts. One of the knights who had arrived with Selmy ran at Nazareth, sword high in the sky, aiming for the giant's stomach. The sword broke as Nazareth picked the man in full plate armour up, and with a sickening crack emanating from the knight's body, Nazareth's hand fully clenched, making the knight's body explode in a glory of blood as his organs flew onto the attacking Unsullied.
From the villa of Kraznys emerged Daenerys and her attendants. Her view was full of guts and blood as she looked into the plaza, seeing piles of corpses and incapacitated soldiers yelling as they slowly bled. The grounds of the plaza and the entrance were dyed red as the sand and stone became drenched in blood.
The scene made the less strong of stomachs throw up immediately as more screams came from beyond the plaza walls. Daenerys, steadying herself, began to run, following the trail of blood and carnage as Unsullied, not fully dead but missing limbs, called out to their queen, asking for the relief of death.
Viserion flew above Nazareth, spewing fire upon the Unsullied as Nazareth's sword cleaved like a butcher, slaying every man that blocked his way. From behind, Jill periodically shot the archers and men who got too close to Nazareth and herself.
At the gates of Astapor, the force meeting Nazareth and his group visibly thinned at an unstoppable rate as Unsullied and guards of Astapor began to run away. Hundreds of people ran from the fury and glee emanating from Nazareth as bodies were flung into the air.
The gates of Astapor, made from red bricks, became drenched in blood as Nazareth reared; the portcullis made of metal came flying downwards, stopping him. In response to the now locked gate, Nazareth's sword swung again and again, carving the metal before a powerful kick broke the door as pieces of metal and wood flew into the air. The pieces pierced into the pale ground beyond the gatehouse as the dust of the kick blew like a sandstorm.
Nazareth, seeing the landscape of the Ghiscari Hills, looked back at the carnage he had brought and looked at Jill, with Viserion flying over the gate and landing in front of the pair. One more look into the city of Astapor. Nazareth picked Jill up like a baby, with Viserion climbing onto his back and, with a powerful thrust, launched them into the air, sending the sand below flying in response.
Just arriving at the scene was Daenerys, her face frightfully paler than normal, with Jorah, Grey Worm, and their group arriving just behind.
The group looked in silence as the soldiers' bodies were seen dangling from building tops, with fire and blood marking every inch of the gatehouse. Within Daenerys' mind was a simple sentence: "What... what have I done?"
Behind Daenerys was Jorah, looking at the scene with a faint smile dancing on his lips as swirls of blue, purple, and red marred his eyes.
Without missing a beat, Jorah stepped close to Dany and placed a comforting hand around her.
"Daenerys, my Queen, it's for the best. That daemon would have killed you at some point."
Behind Jorah came Missandei, who looked at Daenerys and spoke in a hurry,
"My Queen, we must aid the injured. The daemon's rampage has caused massive amounts of disorder, and riots have broken out among the freed slaves."
"Yes... yes, we must regain order." With a clap of her hands, Daenerys turned and barked orders to her attendants, who in turn barked orders to the soldiers to help the wounded and assist in halting the riots.
Behind her back, upon Jorah's face, was a monstrous, mocking smile at the terror imposed upon this city, and the easiness of swaying Daenerys, before his face returned to normal and he began following behind the retreating Daenerys.
Location – Ghiscari Hills
A roar of primal anger escaped Nazareth's mouth as he kicked the ground and flailed his sword, cleaving metre-long gaps within the earth. Behind him stood Jill and Viserion, looking at their 'master', their 'god', with worry.
Steam was openly escaping Nazareth's skin as his actions started to slow before he completely collapsed. Everything within Nazareth's eyes turned to darkness as he began to sleep for what felt like forever.
(AN: Here have it.)