Brienne frowned at the man before her, who looked as though he had lost his mind.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he reeked of wine and something else... despair?
"Jaime, you're drunk."
Brienne did not draw her sword. She merely stated it as a fact.
"I said draw your sword!"
Jaime let out a low growl.
He waited no longer. Like an enraged lion, he lunged forward!
His blade sliced through the cold night wind, carrying a reckless resolve as it thrust straight for Brienne's throat!
The strike was swift and vicious, with none of the restraint he normally showed when they sparred.
Brienne's pupils contracted. Instinctively, she turned sideways and drew her sword to parry.
Clang!
The piercing clash of metal shattered the silence of the Training Grounds, sending sparks flying.
The tremendous force traveled down her blade, leaving the web of Brienne's sword hand numb.
Before she could steady herself, Jaime's second and third strikes came crashing down like a furious storm!
He had abandoned defense entirely. Every move was an attack, every strike aimed at a lethal weak point.
This was no sparring match.
He was fighting to the death!
His sudden, frenzied assault forced Brienne back step after step, leaving her struggling to parry.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
Brienne shouted furiously as she blocked.
But Jaime heard none of it. Only madness remained in his green eyes.
Break my oath again...
Break my oath again!
His father's cold voice, Cersei's numb expression, Tyrion's mocking eyes... all of it became the madness driving the point of his sword!
He needed to vent!
He wanted to tear this damned fate, this ridiculous cycle, to pieces!
During one fierce exchange, Jaime put too much force into his blow and stumbled.
Brienne seized the opening, turning her wrist to