Chapter 40 - The Second Field of Fire (I)
"The art of war, like any art, is a beautiful thing, and even more full of a sense of accomplishment. A good strategy can work wonders in times of need." Visenya Targaryen, Daughter of Fire.
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The First Daughter - Volantis.
Armored, Visenya watched the battle unfold before her. The first war she faced was particularly brutal, arms and guts spilling to the ground as war cries and fear spread across the battlefield like a hellish chorus.
To be honest, it wasn't easy to convince her mother to let her go to war, but fortunately Kinvara said she would lead two thousand men, which reassured the Queen of Westeros, though she still told her to back off if things got out of hand. Something Visenya accepted, for only a fool would fight to the death if he could survive.
"The Dothraki cavalry is coming!!!" Visenya shouted as he heard one of the soldiers and tightened his grip on his sword and shield.
"Aim for the horses and then kill anyone who survives the fall." She shouted and her order was passed on man by man.
The cavalry arrived in an instant before the heavy infantry of two thousand men. Visenya saw the moment of impact between the two armies, one of her men flying backwards as a result of the collision between shield and horse. She had no time to worry about the fallen man, for one of the Dothraki had reached her.
Visenya was not nervous, as someone who had already killed a few times, she would not be rattled by something like that. Seeing the sword called the Horse Rapist's Arakh, the dragon princess dodged the blade with ease, as it wasn't a large blade like the long swords.
Swinging the sword without hesitation, she aimed not at the man but at the animal, cutting off one of the horse's legs with a swift blow, knocking the man to the ground. Visenya saw that she didn't need to kill the man, as the horse had already done the job for her by falling on the man riding it.
Turning her gaze forward, she continued to fight the next enemy, always using the strategy of killing the horse first and then the man riding it. Something that all of the two thousand men she led followed, becoming a grinder of human and horse flesh.