Game of Thrones-The Black Lord

(Third Person POV)

Amidst the chaos and fighting, Oberyn ran through several riders, thrusting his spear through several Dothraki as he galloped through the battlefield. He would also swing it at some, the bladed edge of the spear's tip would slash at some Dothraki's neck, blood spraying everywhere.

"Push forward!" Oberyn shouted, "We cannot let them take this point!! For Dorne!!!" 

"For Dorne!!!" dozens of Dornish would bellow in a rallying war cry

Oberyn would charge through, meeting the incoming wave of Dothraki head-on with his fellow riders. The clash was vicious and violent, with several men flying everywhere as their horses crashed down. The dornish were able to hold their own, overwhelming the Dothraki by swarming them 3 to I and quickly dispatching them before moving on. 

Oberyn would ride his horse around several Dothraki riders, taunting them, "Come on you savages!!!" He shouted, "Face me!" 

He then heard Drogon's roar. Looking up, he saw the massive winged figure of The Black Stallion soaring toward the battlefield. Despite bleeding and having several wounds in his body, Drogon remained strong and had a vicious look in his eyes. Khal Daegon was atop his dragon, deciding to make sure his Dothraki would push forward with a great advantage. 

"Seven hells..." Obery muttered

He then heard Morghul's roar, seeing that The Black Lord was quickly flying behind Drogon. He did not seem wounded in any way, which was surprising considering the many clashes he had already been through at this point. Rhaegon needed to ensure that Drogon did not annihilate the Dornish defense from the camp. 

"Ain't this some shit...." Rhaegon muttered as Morghul flew towards the Battlefield, which was hundreds of meters away from the camp, "I ain't letting them take a victory. This is it....the deciding battle...!" 

As the camp was set ablaze, the entirety of the Martell forces were scattering and getting ready for the battle, dragons flying about. Some Dothraki managed to break through the first line of defense and ran through the camp, laying a vicious assault. The Dornish did not seem to give in easily, fighting back and dismounting several riders with ease. 

Obara began to fight against the Dothraki, impaling several with ease as she would pull her spear out and clash with the next ones. While they outnumbered her, the Dothraki were not expecting a woman like Obara in the battlefield, therefore she was able to catch them off-guard with her spear moves. 

She quickly thrust at them, piercing their flesh and killing them, "Rhaegon?" He asked a Martell soldier

"He went after the other black dragon." a soldier said, "Prince Viserys's dragon has fallen in battle, the black one the enemy has killed it." 

Obara looked to where there was a dissipating cloud of dust and sand, where Moonfyre had clashed. 

"Hm...." She said, "Push back against the assault! Defend the Scorpions, if the other dragon takes to the sky, shoot it down! I'll go and see what is going on." 

"Right!" the soldiers said

She turned and began to run in the direction where Moonfyre had crashed, fighting off some dothraki on the way, piercing their throats and eyes like it was nothing. The skill she was displaying was something the Horse savages were not used to, being easily dispatched by a woman. 

Back to where Oberyn was, he felt as Drogon flew above him, circling around and looking down at him. 

"Dracarys" 

Drogon opened fire, bathing both Dornish and Dothraki in flames right next to Oberyn, a couple dozen meters from him. 

"Ah!" He shouted as the heat singed his face, "Hells!!" 

Drogon then swept his flames forward, flapping his wings as the fire began to hit the other advance of the Dornishmen. 

"No!" Oberyn shouted as Drogon flew above them

Suddenly, Morghul reached them and let out a stream of flames, fired right at Drogon who was able to avoid it by flying upwards. But this was not enough to avoid the Black Lord, as Morghul crashed against Drogon by biting into his left wing and using the momentum and his entire weight to push Drogon to the side, hitting a sand dune hard. 

Drogon let out a pained yelp as Daegon trashed around. 

"Curses..." Daegon shouted in Dothraki

Morghul then flapped his wings and flew back up into the air and immediately dropped down, landing right on Drogon's wing, biting at his head as the Black Stallion tried his best to pry him off. 

Daegon did not waste time, knowing the danger of another massive dragon right above him. He immediately undid his straps and grabbed his arakh, jumping off Drogon's saddle and rolled into the sand. 

Rhaegon saw this and narrowed his eyes, "No you don't." 

As he undid his own straps, he looked at Morghul while grabbing Fury, "This one is all yours. You best not lose." He told Morghul

He jumped off his dragon, landing on his wing and sliding down it as Morghul lifted slightly, throwing Rhaegon into the air. He landed on the sand and rolled once, sliding down the dune as he looked over to where Daegon had gone. The Khal had disappeared amidst the chaos of the Dothraki and the Dornish's clash. 

"Tch!" He muttered

Drogon was able to pry Morghul off, but his constant trashing was able to push Morghul up. The Black Stallion, did his best to crawl away in and attempt to take flight but Morghul opened fire, unleashing flames into Drogon, bathing him completely. 

Drogon's pained roar was heard all throughout the battlefield, giving everyone chills as Morghul's roar followed. Drogon crawled out of the cloud of flames and smoke, his entire body smoking and engulfed in flames. He launched himself upwards, flapping his wings and taking to the sky. 

Morghul followed, immediately soaring past Drogon and getting height on him. He then dove right back down and bit at his wing yet again, this time he was able to slightly snap it. Drogon bit at his neck, trying to dig his teeth through his scales but was only successful in getting a good hold Morghul, who flapped his wings to keep them both afloat. The Black Lord then swiped his claws viciously at Drogon, this time, he was able to rip apart his entire chest, blood pouring out and falling down to the sand. 

As this happened in the sky, Oberyn was dismounted on the ground. He hit the ground hard but was able to immediately recover. 

As he stood up, he dodged a Dothraki's arakh and countered with a swift serious of thrusts, piercing through his chest and killing him. 

He looked around, flames and smoke around him and the sounds of clashing steel and yelling men were heard. 

He said nothing, knowing full well that he had to prevent this horde from getting past their camp. Any further and they could get an advantage in territory. He had to stop them no matter what. He was confident that Rhaegon was with them in the battlefield, the sight of Morghul was something that gave the dornish some confidence. 

As he easily fought some Dothraki, he pushed forward, picking off those that were dismounted in the clashes of the horses. It was a brutal and extremely bloody situation; every second, a dornish or Dothraki would fall to the ground, dead. It was something that was expected, this is war after all. 

Oberyn had pierced the chests and throats of a dozen Dothraki by this point, only to turn around and see Khal Daegon walk towards him. 

He froze, his eyes widened as the Khal twirled his arakh in his hand, "Aegon...." 

There was blood on his shoulder, from the wound that Rhaegon inflicted on him earlier. 

"I am Daegon." Daegon said, "Whatever you wish to call me, I am not who you say I am." 

"You are Elia's boy, Aegon." Oberyn said firmly, "I will not kill you." 

"I have already beaten you." Daegon said, "A fair fight is only boring at this moment." 

Daegon lunged at him and swung his arakh at Oberyn, who dodged the blow and countered with a strike from the bottom of his spear, hitting Daegon in the face. The Khal stumbled but was able to recover almost immediately, swinging his arakh at Oberyn with vicious speed, nearly slashing Oberyn in the forehead. 

The Red Viper then thrust the back of his spear at him, hitting him in the chest and dodged the counter downwards swing. Daegon then shoulder-tackled him, pushing him back hard. 

Suddenly, Oberyn felt a blade slashing the back of his knee and he collapsed hard to the ground, "Aghh!!" He shouted in pain

He turned to see a random Dothraki walking past him, blood on his weapon. 

"Oberyn Martell...." Daegon said as he walked towards him, "Do you think that I did not mean what I had just said? No fair fight.....not this time." 

Oberyn panted, "I...." He said, "Aegon.....your Mother....your real mother.....she loved you....with all her heart....I want you to know that..." 

"Hmph..." Daegon said, "My Mother does love me. I am already aware of that." 

As he lifted his arakh in the air, preparing for the swing, Rhaegon burst through a group fighting soldiers, cutting some Dothraki in the process. 

"Oberyn!!" He shouted as he saw this

Oberyn looked at Rhaegon, "Take care of my girls, Rhaegon." He said simply, "Tell them that they mean the world to me." 

Rhaegon began to take off in a sprint, trying to reach them in time. 

But he was not fast enough. 

Daegon swung his arak at Oberyn's neck, slicing through. 

Rhaegon stopped, completely frozen with shock as his eyes were widened, "NOOO!!!" 

Oberyn's head rolled on the sand as his body collapsed to the ground completely. Khal Daegon turned around and pointed his bloody arakh at Rhaegon who was in complete shock by this. 

"You're next." He said simply

Rage began to fill Rhaegon's entire body as his eyes became bloodshot, "Y-YOU!!!" He bellowed, 

"You're not getting out of this alive, Daegon!!!!"