Bang. Gendry thrust his spear at the Red Viper's face. The Red Viper stepped back, blocking the blow with his shield.
The Red Viper's spear flashed sideways, scraping across Gendry's breastplate with a piercing screech.
But Gendry suddenly drove his spear forward with force. His abruptly leaping figure brought a savage strike, his speed like lightning.
Storm turned sideways and drove his spear straight through the Red Viper's shield, shattering its edge.
Crack. The spear struck in a blur of light and shadow, and the people screamed.
Metal clashed against metal, as though sparks had flown from the impact. People's ears rang incessantly, and some even began taking large steps backward.
The Red Viper's eight-foot spear was a moment too slow. Gendry's thrust through the sun shield lost none of its momentum.
"No!" the Dornish screamed, for the Red Viper's armor was on the lighter side.
Gendry's savage, powerful thrust pierced the shield and stopped before the Red Viper's copper plates, already aimed straight at Oberyn's heart and lungs.
"I lost." The Red Viper wiped the sweat from his head. His muscles ached all over, and he had some faint bruises from the impacts.
The Red Viper looked at Gendry. Storm was still holding back; otherwise, he would not have needed to practice his moves like a cat toying with a mouse. "Though I lost, I acknowledge that this was a blood-stirring bout."
The Red Viper raised his hand, his face and body covered in sweat.
This was his fiercest spearwork. Unfortunately, he had still fallen one move short; human strength alone could not suffice.
"This is for you." The Red Viper raised his broken helmet. The precious metal on it was still quite valuable.
Gendry simply tore the small gold disc from the Red Viper's helmet, a handsome ornament