Maegor strikes again with Blackfyre, not holding back his strength. The whistle of the blade is almost as brutal as the impact that follows, ringing as it clashes against your sword. The hardness in his eyes is relentless; it's clear that Maegor has no intention of showing mercy just because you're standing before him.

"If you can't withstand a blow from me, you'll never survive on the throne!" he growls, pushing you backward with a force that makes his heels slip on the sand. "Aenys surrounds himself with courtiers, relying on the pity of the weak. If you and I plan to take that crown from him, you must learn to be as ruthless as I am."

You barely manage to keep your guard up before Maegor charges again. Each strike is a mix of brutality and precision, and though you feel the overwhelming pressure, you do not step back.

"Do you think that just because you're my brother, I'll be lenient?" Maegor says, almost mockingly as he sees you barely resist. His voice is cold, almost cruel. With a flick of his wrist, Maegor delivers a blow that sends your sword flying from your hands, leaving you disarmed and vulnerable before him. Maegor's smile is fierce, full of a dark pride and challenge.