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Tyrion

           Hehadneverthoughttoexperienceithimself,thoughJaimehadtoldhimofitoftenenough.Howtimeseemedtoblurandslowandevenstop,howthepastandthefuturevanisheduntiltherewasnothingbuttheinstant,howfearfled,andthoughtfled,andevenyourbody."Youdon’tfeelyourwoundsthen,ortheacheinyourbackfromtheweightofthearmor,orthesweatrunningdownintoyoureyes.Youstopfeeling,youstopthinking,youstopbeingyou,thereisonlythefight,thefoe,thismanandthenthenextandthenextandthenext,andyouknowtheyareafraidandtiredbutyou’renot,you’realive,anddeathisallaroundyoubuttheirswordsmovesoslowly,youcandancethroughthemlaughing."Battlefever.Iamhalfamananddrunkwithslaughter,letthemkillmeiftheycan!

           Theytried.Anotherspearmanranathim.Tyrionloppedofftheheadofhisspear,thenhishand,thenhisarm,trottingaroundhiminacircle.Anarcher,bowless,thrustathimwithanarrow,holdingitasifitwereaknife.Thedestrierkickedattheman’sthightosendhimsprawling,andTyrionbarkedlaughter.Herodepastabannerplantedinthemud,oneofStannis’sfieryhearts,andchoppedthestaffintwowithaswingofhisaxe.Aknightroseupfromnowheretohackathisshieldwithatwo-handedgreatsword,againandagain,untilsomeonethrustadaggerunderhisarm.OneofTyrion’smen,perhaps.Heneversaw.

           "Iyield,ser,"adifferentknightcalledout,fartherdowntheriver."Yield.

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