But the wailing did not last long, for Dragonfire killed far too quickly.
"Crossbows!"
"Throwing spears!"
"Don't be afraid! There's only one dragon, and it's young!"
Although some garrison soldiers fled once they recovered their senses, a few stubborn soldiers still tried to organize resistance. The Lannister garrison officers did everything they could to keep the situation from collapsing entirely.
Westeros had never lacked such warriors throughout its history, though whether they were reckless or brave was anyone's guess.
As House Lannister's second stronghold, Lannisport not only had better-trained soldiers, but also far greater loyalty, since many distant relatives of House Lannister served in its garrison.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The sounds of spears, crossbows, and iron Scorpion bolts being launched filled the air.
Gendry could even see the soldiers' panic-stricken faces. Many began fighting back in trepidation and alarm.
Although their aim was not necessarily good, shooting or throwing at close range amounted to trying their luck.
Balerion easily dodged the vast majority of the spear shots, with only an extremely small number of attacks proving impossible to avoid.
But gray and bronze light shimmered over Balerion's black scales, and those arrowheads struck as though hitting steel before falling to the ground.
"No, a devil."
"A devil." Even the boldest of those resisting understood that the battle was lost.
They could not hurt the dragon at all. Normally, although smaller dragons were swift and agile,
their minds and combat experience were very immature, and their scales and flames were not as formidable as those of adult dragons.
But a dragon was still a dragon, especially with Gendry's runes to aid him.
"In the King's name, I declare that anyone who raises a weapon against the King commits treason! Dragonfire!" Gendry swung the Steel-headed Whip, and Balerion gave a savage roar,