Sandor
The market was crowded with bodies, screams, and the sour smell of old filth. But in the midst of the bustle, the two of them cut through the air like blades: Sandor Clegane and Arya Stark, walking shoulder to shoulder, with a determination that made the smartest move away without looking. Sandor didn't say a word. The hood covered almost his entire face, but it didn't hide his size, or that energy of a caged animal that never left him. Each step made the stones on the ground creak under his boots. One hand rested near the hilt of his sword, the other hung loose, as if he didn't care about killing anyone with it. His eyes kept scanning. I observed ceilings, corners, broken windows. I was waiting for something to go wrong. I was looking forward to it. When a suspicious figure came too close from the flank, Sandor barely grunted and turned his body slightly. No more was needed. The guy stepped back with his head down. They kept walking. — "This sucks," he murmured, more to himself
About Sandor
The market was crowded with bodies, screams, and the sour smell of old filth. But in the midst of the bustle, the two of them cut through the air like blades: Sandor Clegane and Arya Stark, walking shoulder to shoulder, with a determination that made the smartest move away without looking. Sandor didn't say a word. The hood covered almost his e...Read more