The White Knights had the honor of fighting for the king, but Gendry's White Knights were still some distance from his level of strength.
Heras might have ranked below Ser Barristan Selmy and on a par with Balon. As for the other three, Gendry found it hard to say.
Heras wielded Nightfall with astonishing speed. No wonder he was a knight who had fought seven bouts in succession.
Heras swept his longsword upward, then abruptly feinted a slash at Gendry's lower body.
Heras had long since heard the bloody name of the "Bloodthirsty Storm." Robert Baratheon's son was the wildest, most ferocious warrior alive, and had never suffered defeat.
Heras could only put his hopes in agility and variation, and in the battle-axe being slow to wield.
Clang. The two Valyrian steel weapons collided with a shrill whistle.
Only Valyrian steel could stand against Valyrian steel.
"You're good, but that's all." Gendry blocked Nightfall's attack with his great axe, then shoved hard, sending Heras staggering backward.
Gendry swung his battle-axe and began to hunt like a nimble wildcat. Heras felt that the martial skill he took such pride in was as clumsy as a child's.
"How is this possible?" Heras's eyes widened, and he hurriedly raised his Valyrian steel longsword to evade the battle-axe's cleaving blows.
The power of the storm was unmatched. Heras could not help feeling a little despair.
Crack. Heras blocked the attack, but the force surging through the battle-axe felt like the impact of a boulder.
Garlan watched the fight intently. He might have won, or he might have lost, but he could never have managed it with such effortless ease.
Lifting the Light as Though It Were Heavy, Effortless Mastery-Gendry's strength and speed left Heras feeling he had nowhere to hide.
Gendry's strength was like