#speartip

 Like harsh rays from heaven the Dornish sun seeped into the sands of the sparring pit, the golden beads cushioned your fall as you and Oberyn sparred in preparation for his duel against the ogre that was Gregor Clegane.

“You do not need any more practise… this oaf does not stand a chance against the Red Viper.” Oberyn smiled and dropped his hand, pulling you up from the scorching sands and throwing your spear back into your arms.

“There is not enough practice in the world to prepare me for this. I can take no chances.” Oberyn lunged forward, his spear bouncing off yours and landing in the right place to deflect a blow from you.

“You have had many fights in your life Oberyn, and you have won all of them… what makes this so different?”

“Have you seen the man?” He asked, mimicking the biggest man shape that he could. “They do not call him the Mountain for fun.”

“You have fought bigger.” You argued, knowing there was more to this than him just being prepared.

“I just do not want to lose, I can not afford to now come on, are we going to spar or are we going to talk?” He dove forward, the shafts of your spears whacked against each other with enough force to send the vibrations running up your arm, once again he knocked you down to the ground before helping you back to your feet.

“I know that this is about your sister.” He was about to strike again, he had earned his name, but that stopped him, his spear tip dangling in the air above him.

“This is not a matter we need to discuss with a weapon in my hand Y/N.”

“You are fighting with your heart; bad thing will happen if you leave your head behind.” He circled you, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

“I told you, leave it.”

“You want revenge, you will get your revenge I will not stop you. Just remember that with this man, if you can call him that, it will not take much for you to be another tally on his helmet. Take your sister out of your head.”