That pronouncement echoed across the chaotic battlefield.
Miraculously, the unrest among the army of two hundred thousand slaves subsided.
Everyone looked up, staring in terror at the man standing on the dragon's back.
Fear spread through their hearts.
But at the far end of fear lay hysterical madness.
"Bastard!"
On the lavish platform, the plump face of Grazdan mo Graz, a Wise Master of Yunkai, twisted with anger and humiliation.
"Who does he think he is?!"
"A barbarian riding a monster! How dare he order around the descendants of the great Ghiscari!"
Surrender?
Kneel before a man from Westeros?
That was worse than death!
"Archers!"
Grazdan drew the ornamental, jewel-encrusted scimitar at his waist and pointed it at the sky!
"Loose!"
"Turn them into pincushions!"
The other slave masters beside him also came to their senses. Lynn's condescending attitude had utterly enraged them as well.
"Yes! Shoot them dead!"
"Show this arrogant fool that this is Slaver's Bay! He can't run wild here!"
The orders were relayed down through the ranks.
"Loose!"
At the command-
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Tens of thousands of arrows rose into the air in a dense black cloud!
For an instant, the entire sky seemed to darken!
The rain of arrows blotted out the sky as it descended upon the Unsullied formations on the ground!
"They're mad! Those idiots have really gone mad!"
On the dragon's back, Tyrion let out a frightened yelp and huddled behind Lynn.
Daenerys, too, nervously clutched the hem of Lynn's clothes.
On the ground.
Facing a rain of arrows thick enough to cover the entire battlefield, not a single Unsullied showed even a trace of panic.
They did not so much as move.
Not until the voices of Grey Worm and the commanders in each formation rang out one after another.