He patted King Ghidorah's neck. Golden light began gathering in the throat of the three-headed dragon's middle head.
Valerio's expression changed. "All Scorpions, fire!"
Before he had finished speaking, the golden beam was already blazing toward him.
The beam looked like an enlarged version of a Jedi's lightsaber, sweeping horizontally from the left side of the wall to the right.
Everything the beam touched vanished instantly. When the golden light faded, a deathly silence fell over all of Volantis.
Where the beam had swept past, the lower halves of bodies remained standing upright on the wall. Viserys had discussed it with King Ghidorah beforehand: they should avoid damaging the walls if possible.
And because the beam had moved so quickly, the lower halves of those it struck still held the poses they had been in before death.
The hastily conscripted defenders on the other sections of the wall were already panicking. Many soldiers' hands trembled as they involuntarily backed away. Not everyone had the courage to withstand the crushing pressure of facing a dragon.
"No retreat!" a Tiger Cloaks officer roared. "We still have Scorpions! We haven't-"
He never finished.
King Ghidorah's left head turned slightly and unleashed Frost Breath. The blue torrent of cold struck that section of wall precisely, instantly coating it in thick ice. The Scorpions and the soldiers operating them were frozen solid.
His right head followed with dragonfire. Orange-red flames swept over a stretch of wall, reducing the people and fortifications atop it to charcoal.
Blackflame followed close behind, his black wings blotting out the sky.
He rained down pillars of dark red fire on the walls. Wherever he went, the defenders broke, and fleeing soldiers scattered in every direction along the battlements.
But the Tiger Cloaks lived up to their reputation as Volantis's finest