(Third Person POV)
On a road that led to Casterly Rock and Lannisport, a caravan was having trouble with some Lannister vassal soldiers who were posted nearby. They were gathered next to the carriages, at the side of the road and arguing.
"What do you mean you have to inspect our luggage?" one of the members asked, "We are headed to Lannisport!"
The soldier looked at him, "Orders from Lord Kevan." He said, "I am simply following them."
"Kevan Lannister???" the caravan member asked, "Why would he order this?!"
"Bandits have been targeting Caravans as of late." the soldier said, "But there has been a strange pattern of attacks. Some caravans have been left untouched in the main roads while others have been wiped out. It is rather suspicious."
"And why's that?" the caravan member asked, "Huh?!"
"That is not something we should discuss." The soldier said, "We're going to inspect the caravan, like it or not."
The soldiers pushed the merchants away, despite their protests, and made their way towards the carriages. One of them reached the one furthest at the back and began to climb it, moving some boxes out of the way.
"No.....!" one of the merchants muttered
The soldier looked at him with a frown, "Huh?"
Suddenly, a man jumped out from a box covered by a wool tarp, swinging a dagger at him, "Yaaahh!!"
The soldier was stabbed in the neck, blood spraying out as he widened his eyes.
"Urggh." He grunted as he collapsed and fell to the ground hard
"Oi!" one of the soldiers said as he drew his sword
Then, several armed men jumped out of the caravan and attacked the soldiers, outnumbering the seven men who were taken off guard. The multiple carriages had suddenly released around eleven men who were cutting down the soldiers, only a few of the Lannister men were able to fight back, cutting two or three down.
Unfortunately, they were outnumbered and the other men swarmed them, stabbing them repeatedly with daggers to their weak points. Only one of the soldiers survived the surprise attack and was on the ground, crawling away, having only been stabbed in the leg.
"Aghh...." He groaned as he looked back at the men, "No...."
One of the men, who was holding a sword, walked up to the nearest merchant, "This is your fault." He said as he held the sword against the man's throat, "How come you couldn't steer them away!"
"It's not our fault!" the man squirmed, "They stopped us!!"
The man spat on his face, "Curse you." He said, "You've complicated things. Kill that soldier and toss their bodies to the side. We need to get to Lannisport as quickly as possible."
The soldier was crawling away quickly, looking over to see a lone figure walking down the road at a distance.
"H-Help...." the soldier groaned, his youthful face showing as his helmet fell to the side, "Help...."
The bandits were walking up to the soldier, stopping next to him and looking at the figure walking up to them.
"Oi, what's that?" one of them raised his dagger, "Another one?"
Walking up to them, Ellion was casually whistling. He was wearing black leather pants and black boots; his white shirt was loosely tucked into his pants, and he held his coat over his shoulder with one hand while holding his sword in the other.
"Oi, stop there!!" The men held their weapons up, "Don't get any closer!!"
Ellion looked at them, "Hm?"
"Stop right there!" the nearest bandit said, "We'll fucking kill you!!"
Ellion didn't stop walking, he simply strolled right up to them as he kept whistling.
"Run away...." one of the merchants muttered under his breath, "Please, for your sake...."
Ellion reached the men and as one of them lunged, an invisible wave of pressure released from him, hitting them. Their eyes whitened out as they collapsed onto the ground hard, one of them was foaming at the mouth.
"W-What?!" The other bandits exclaimed, "What the fuck was that?"
Ellion looked at the bandits and then at the dead soldiers, his whistling slowing down to a stop, "Oh." He said, "Well, what's this?"
"Who the fuck is this brat?!" one of the bandits said, "And what the fuck did he do?"
Ellion stopped and looked at the bandits, "Let me guess." He said, "You're hijacking Caravans to hide in them. In which they'll head to Lannisport, and you'll do something devious? What are your plans, attacking the city and setting it ablaze? With how many men? Eleven? Please, you're so fucking stupid."
"Kill him," a bandit said
One of them rushed Ellion, and he stepped to the side, tripping him with his leg. As the bandit fell, Ellion swiftly swung his sheathed sword at the back of his neck. The bandit hit the ground with a disturbing grunt.
Ellion then tossed his coat to the nearest merchant, who caught it with surprise, "They're holding you hostage, right?" He said, "Don't worry, I can handle this quickly. In return for my services, I require a ride to Lannisport. I have business with a special woman there, hehe...."
The bandits then rushed at Ellion, who unsheathed his sword, "Get him!!"
Ellion casually parried one of the men's sword, stepping to the side and countering with a swift slash, cutting the bandit's chest.
He then rushed at an incoming bandit, swinging his sword down and cutting him almost immediately. Blood sprayed out everywhere as the young man spun around and cut the leg off a nearby bandit. A single swing was used for that, collapsing the man as he bellowed out in agonizing pain.
"Agghhh!!!" he shouted as he writhed on the ground
Ellion casually stood up and whistled, looking at the closest bandit as he held his sword out, "Come on now." He smirked tauntingly, "You don't wanna dance?"
"What kinda sword is that?" one of them asked
"Oh you don't like this?" Ellion twirled his blade, "You don't like my Gloriosa?"
"Tch..." the bandit said, "You a Braavosi cunt?!"
"Uh, no. Born and raised in the Riverlands." Ellion rushed him
He stabbed him in the chest with surprising speed, having thrust his blade at him as he blinked, catching him off guard.
Ellion stared at his widened eyes, "Hm." He said, "So easy to cut the flesh of fuckers like you. You, who prey on the weak."
The man coughed up blood, "Curse.....you...." He said, "You....fucking...."
Ellion pulled out his blade, watching as he collapsed to the ground, "The thrill of battle...." He said as a strange glint appeared in his eyes, "This is thrilling, but not enough."
"I'll gut all of you."