Chapter 195: Anticlimactic End
Chapter 195: Anticlimactic End
Beyond the Wall, True North
POV of Doric Bolton
Doric grimaced at how easily the White Walker had neutralized the wildfire orb, and he picked up his sword again.
He knew he didn’t have the apparent advantage in strength or speed against the White Walker, and the fact that the monster he faced was no less skilled or experienced than he was didn’t make his job any easier.
The only apparent advantage he had over the White Walker was his Valyrian armor, which had yet to be penetrated by anything.
But there were ways to kill him, even despite his wearing the armor. It was only a matter of ti before the White Walker would figure it out.
It raised its sword, then Doric raised his own swords, and the battle began.
Although the White Walker appeared to have the upper hand, Doric was no less powerful.
Now that he knew his limits, Doric was able to fight more clearly.
He began using spells with his foci swords to disrupt his opponent’s rhythm. While his spells were short-range, weak-impact, and delayed, Doric managed to wedge them into his attacks and, at tis, put the White Walker at a slight disadvantage.
The fight was now neck-and-neck, and it didn’t look like it would end anyti soon. Doric had his enhanced stamina to thank for that.
Otherwise, a normal human wouldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds in such a grueling fight.
But everything changed in an instant. With the sudden increase in magical dominance over him from the environnt, the White Walker began swinging his sword impulsively with a sudden surge of strength.
Doric managed to hold on for a few rounds, but a sudden and powerful swing from the White Walker knocked Excalibur from his hand, sending it crashing to the ground.
And then the White Walker swung his sword powerfully, aiming for Doric’s head.
Doric knew this attack was unlike any other. It possessed far greater power than the others, and he knew that if he took this blow to the head, even if his armor protected him from the sword, he would be unable to fight for so ti due to the impact.
Doric lifted the Gryffindor with both hands to protect himself and managed to block the White Walker’s attack. Feeling the power behind the attack, he was grateful he hadn’t used one hand, as it would have been impossible to block it with one.
But the White Walker’s strength was still greater than Doric’s, and he began to push his sword back. Anymore, and Doric would surely lose his balance and fall at the White Walker’s feet.
As a last resort, Doric began to imbue Gryffindor with magic. Regardless of the spell, he aid to cast a powerful spell and create a breathing space.
But at that mont, sothing Doric never expected happened. Gryffindor suddenly began to freeze and be covered in ice.
At first, Doric thought the White Walker had done this with the Ice Sword, but from the way the White Walker watched Gryffindor, it was clear it hadn’t expected this either.
Moreover, Gryffindor wasn’t being covered in ice like normal. It was as if the tal of the sword was elegantly turning into ice. It even had various patterns on it, like snowflakes and runes.
Frankly, it looked quite beautiful to Doric.
And in that mont, Doric felt it. The dominance the White Walker’s magic had on his magic was easing.
Doric looked at Gryffindor. He knew it was because of it. Then he suddenly understood why.
When he killed the first White Walker he encountered, he had struck it with Gryffindor.
And as a magical sword, Gryffindor had the power to absorb the properties of other beings. It must have partially absorbed the White Walker’s Ice and Death attributes when he stabbed it, and Doric unleashed this power by imbuing the sword with magic just now.
Doric quickly cast a powerful Depulso, the banishing charm, pushing the White Walker back and creating a gap between them. With Gryffindor’s power weakening the White Walker’s magical dominance, he could now unleash even more powerful spells.
He quickly picked up Excalibur and pursued the White Walker.
He could feel it. Now he had a chance to defeat it.
"Agggghhhh!"
The White Walker let out a strange cry and lunged at Doric again, apparently angered by the Gryffindor’s ability to use the sa power as it did.
The two of them engaged in a renewed battle. Despite the White Walker’s recent power surge, the two were neck and neck. Doric even seed to be gaining the upper hand with his spells.
And just as Doric found an opening and swung Excalibur at the White Walker’s neck, a blow to his side sent him to the ground.
As he fell to the ground, he turned his head and saw only a wight leaping from the snowstorm and charging at him.
Apparently, the White Walker’s cry had been a call to the wights’ aid.
Doric swung his sword, intending to kill the wights, but then his hand was pinned to the ground as a few Wights ca out of the other side of the snowstorm and jumped at his hand. Locking it on the ground with their combined weight.
He looked at the White Walker in shock as a few more wights ca and pinned his other hand to the ground.
Doric looked up at White Walker, and it put a foot on his chest, raising its sword, ready to bring it down at his throat, where even if the sword doesn’t pierce the armor, the force behind it would definitely crush his throat.
The White Walker then raised its sword, ready to crush his throat, but it suddenly jerked and looked down at its own throat, where the head of a Dragonglass-tipped arrow was coming out.
The White Walker blinked, but it never got to open its eyes again as its whole magical structure simply crumbled, and it broke into thousands of ice crystals.
The Ice Sword fell and embedded halfway down the ground, a few centiters from his neck.
A mont later, the wights holding him down shattered into fragnts of bones as the magic holding their bodies dissolved. The newer wights with skins still on them simply fell to the ground, their blue eyes dimming, and they didn’t move again.
Doric let out a sigh as he saw Ygritte standing on a tree branch a good twenty ters away. As the snowstorm cleared, he could see Varko standing underneath the tree, his two Valyrian Steel Swords buried in the tree for footholds, while he looked relieved beyond words.
He let out a chuckle at the absurdity of it all, and the chuckle then turned into full-blown laughter as he lay there on the ground and laughed at the anticlimactic end of the White Walker.
"Fuck..." he said for the fifth ti that day.
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