The Snatcher and the Kingkiller, two Targaryen killers, face each other.

Still crying and struggling, trying to convince "Father" and "Uncle" not to fight, two white robes loyal to the king were ordered by Robert to pull away the prince and stop the princess, while pressing the hilt of their swords and ready to save them. As the Iron Guard of the Royal Forest, but in the end, he was opposed to the sword and hammer, the object of the oath of protection, Jaime was full of bitterness, and the steel sword in his hand was like a thousand pounds.

Cersei hid behind the table and hissed like a she-cat with her tail stepped on, "Hurry up, Jaime! he's stalling for the garrison!"

"Am I delaying time?" Robert laughed angrily, knowing that Cersei was provoking herself, but what if she succeeded. "Slut, wait until I mash your most precious brother into a mashed meat, and then I'll take care of you!"

With that, he picked up his hammer and swooped at Jaime like a star.

(As a fat man, this action can be regarded as quite dexterous, no wonder he has the confidence to go it alone.) Jaime had only time to think of this before the hammer and sword collided again, making a sharp and loud sound. From the tremors in his ears and in his hands, Jaime was keen and quick to judge two things: first, his sword had been hammered open, and second, although fat as a barrel, Robert, who had been keen on hunting and jousting all year round, was still too strong to touch!

Robert was stronger and faster than he expected, but not so strong that he could crush himself - Jaime judged his chance of victory to be above eighty percent, but he took a quick step back, his mind fluttering, but he didn't immediately launch a counterattack.

Subconsciously, there was a voice constantly questioning him: Do you really want to kill the king again, and be an oath-breaker in the eyes of the world for the second time?

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If the battle had broken out the moment Robert swung his hammer at Cersei, both would have been dead by now - Robert was stabbed through by a mad James, and Jaime was slain by two angry Oath Brothers behind his back. But with Cersei dodging the hammer unharmed, Messira screaming and interrupting, and after a few seconds of confrontation, Robert was fully in shape, and Jaime's anger had subsided to the point where reason worked.

If he wins, will he and Cersei be innocent?That's a nice thing to say, but Jaime knows it's just a pretext, and Robert is so angry that he can't even think about how to kill his cuckolded queen's mistress, and he doesn't even think about losing!

Robert has always been true to his word, and if he loses, he must really be "mashed into a pulp". But what if he wins? If he kills Robert, the remaining Kingsguards will not be able to admit Robert's casual promise that no one will be able to get rid of the charge of killing the king twice, even if they can escape from the other Kingsguards...... The garrison is coming, and it will still be difficult for him to get Cersei out of the Red Keep alive, and even if he does, he will have to come to King's Landing, escape from the king's realm, and pass through the river or the riverbend before he can return to the West!

The sound of inner questioning continued, making the monarch slayer hesitate, but his opponent was truly pure and pure. Robert really didn't expect to lose - the last dragon prince who touched his own woman was more handsome and better than Jaime, but now his grave is so big that a tree can be used for people to cool off!

"Female cousin...... Raised ...... Lannister!"

Before he could finish a word, the hammer whistled through the air again, and the strong wind that blew Jaime's face hurt, and he didn't dare to use the blade of his sword again, so he could only use the spine of the sword one by one...... Hell, Robert's strength is much greater than he thinks, isn't there muscle growing in his belly instead of fat?

The hammer deviated from its original direction with the cacophony of metal crashing and scraping, but it still scraped over Jaime's breastplate, making a dent in the bracer with the sound of metal grinding, and the tip of the shoulder armor hooked into the shoulder armor, and the silver shiny piece of the shoulder pad was snapped off from the breastplate, and dangled and hung on Jaime's arm.

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Jaime was secretly frightened, his mind telling him not to be distracted at the moment, but subconsciously he couldn't help but recall the details of the Battle of the Trident that he had talked about in a casual conversation with Barristan - a battle that, according to the captain of the Kingsguard, should have been won by Rhaegar Targaryen and his royalists. The beloved Dragon Prince was far superior to Robert's martial arts, remaining calm and unscathed in a one-on-one battle with the latter roaring to his door, and even taking the leisure to call the shots and persuade his opponents to surrender in between battles...... On the contrary, it was Robert, who was bleeding from several swords in his body, and the whole person seemed to have crawled out of the dye pool.

There was no suspense about the outcome of the game, at least in Barristan's eyes...... How did Robert win?, Jaime remembered, and Barristan said that Rhaegara's horse had lost its hoof in the river, causing the rider to be hammered by Robert in the confusion.

The young dragon lord, who had the upper hand from beginning to end, was beaten by this hammer so that the ruby on his breastplate was shattered and scattered on a river beach, and even men and horses fell into the river, and he died on the spot before he could even leave his last words, and the last words he said were actually a promise to the enemy - if Robert surrendered and stopped the rebellion, he could retain his fief and dukedom.

According to the soldier who collected his body afterwards, Rhaeggar's cuirass had been dented by Robert's face, and his ribs were broken...... Because Jon Arryn ordered a cremation as soon as possible in Targaryen tradition without an autopsy, it is unknown whether he had a broken heart and lungs or was drowned in the river.

Robert was stronger than he thought. Seventy percent, your own winning rate is up to seventy percent!

Finding an opportunity, Jaime flew out a sword, and went straight to Robert's target's huge round belly at a tricky angle, but the opponent did not defend at all, but just roared and carried out a wild sweep, attacking and attacking, forcing Jaime to withdraw his hand to dodge before he could succeed, and the sword that could have pierced the opponent's armor slashed a spark and retracted regretfully.

In martial arts, Jaime outperformed Robert, but even if he hit Robert a hundred times, Robert would be dead or alive if he hit him with a hammer, and he had to be extremely careful!

How could it be possible that the younger brother, who was brave and unstoppable, actually fell behind? Cersei was anxious, stood up on the table, and screamed: "James, go in circles, he moves slower than you!"

Circle, how to go around this place? Jaime was almost hit by a hammer, and smiled bitterly, dear old lady, I don't need you to teach a Kingsguard how to fight!

The sword light and hammer shadow, Joffrey and Tomman were already scared stupid, the movements of the two adult men were so fast and ferocious, and the movements of the fight were so deafening, each blow seemed to be able to kill the opponent on the spot in the next moment, but you came and went back and forth for more than a dozen moves without distinguishing the winner or loser...... With a father on one side and a close uncle on the other, the three children simply didn't know who to pray about to win.

"Father, uncle, please stop! " Misella desperately tried to rush into the arena and interrupt the battle with her body, but was held back by a white-robed man, unable to break free with all her strength.

It's a bedroom, not a jousting arena, and it's full of furniture and facilities such as tables, chairs, tables, cabinets, and hangers, which are obstacles, but not tall enough to be walked around. Jaime flashed over a table and watched Robert break it in two and kick it away, and the movement of the two quickly threw the room into chaos, and the sound of furniture falling and breaking or rolling and colliding was incessant, easily drowning out the faint cries of Messira.

"Ha, what are you doing, haven't you eaten? Tell me what a kingkiller is?" Robert mocked loudly, paused for a few seconds, and after catching his breath, he continued to ram at Jaime fiercely.

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Jaime hadn't eaten today, but that wasn't the main factor in his inability to play - he wasn't just thinking about how to win, he was thinking about how to get Cersei back to Castle Rock safely. Win or lose, the only chance is to defeat Robert without killing him, force him to admit his innocence and Cersei, and kidnap him from King's Landing.

As a wealthy handsome, Jaime had little to do with his brain, and he could only think of this in a hurry, but in the face of Robert, who was as fierce as a giant bear...... It's easy to kill him, but how to defeat and subdue his captors?

He soon saw an opportunity: Robert's attack, though ferocious, could not be carried out continuously, and every time he swung two or three hammers, he had to stop to catch his breath...... The wine and fat meat still affected him in the end, as long as he held on and dragged down the fat man, the chance to capture him alive came, and with more than 100 family guards outside the door, he still had a chance to send Cersei out of King's Landing!

The blades and hammers swung as Jaime jumped, zigzag backwards and spins left, right, left, and right, and the disgusting clanging of the metal room echoed through the room, despite his best efforts to avoid the head-on collision between the steel sword and the hammer. This is not a jousting arena, but a bedroom, and the small space amplifies the advantages of pure strength fighters...... As the two battled, the ground was already covered with debris and fragments of bottles and cans, and Jaime kept backing in order not to fight hard with his opponent...... In this case, not being able to take the time to see the ground conditions behind him made him passive.

Jaime stepped on something, and he reacted quickly to kick the obstacle before and after the fall, shaking his body and waving his arms to keep his balance, but Robert's next blow was in front of him in an instant. I can't help it...... You shouldn't use a longsword to block a hammer, but either way, it's better to have an extra layer of resistance than to use your chest like Rhaegar did.

"Dang", in the screams of Cersei and Messira, Jaime felt hit by a battering ram, and the steel sword between the warhammer and the armor was only blocked for a moment before being forced to press against the wielder's body, Jaime staggered back a few steps and almost let go of the weapon, forced to hold back the tightness in his chest and raised the sword again, finding that the sword had been bent.

"Haha, Monarch Slayer, it looks like you're missing a Valyrian steel sword. Robert was sweating profusely, and finally achieved the victory, his eyes flashed fiercely, but he had to stop and take a breath, and at the same time did not forget to say quickly: "Oh, I forgot, the Lannister clan sword was lost by one of your foolish ancestors, hahaha-"

After laughing, Robert raised the war hammer and continued to attack, Jaime didn't have time to think about how many ribs he had broken and whether his internal organs were injured, he raised the bent steel sword to continue to defend, but the change in shape caused the center of gravity of the weapon to shift, causing the sword action to deform. For a seasoned warrior, this difficulty is easy to overcome, but at this level of combat, the enemy does not give him a chance to readjust to his weapons!

The warhammer continued to swing, Jaime blocked left and right, and the deformation of the action was quickly noticed by Robert, who held back the fatigue of his flesh and chased after it, and after several parries and blocks that failed to discharge the force perfectly, cracks inevitably formed where the steel sword initially collapsed through the gap, and the cracks spread rapidly under the force of several different directions horizontally and vertically...... Eventually, the beautiful steel weapon abandoned its owner and declared a strike, breaking apart in the last parry, and the front half flew out - nailed to the wall a few meters away.

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