Anythingdrabble Challenge 47 - An unfair fight

[m_findlow]

Title: An unfair fight
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Jon Snow, Ser Alliser Thorne
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: M
Notes: Written for Challenge 47 - Bold at anythingdrabble and gehayi's prompt "Game of Thrones, any, the enemy doesn't play fair" at fic_promptly.
Summary: Jon's first day at Castle Black isn't as welcoming as he'd hoped.

'Line up you sorry sons of whores!' Ser Alliser yelled as he paced the yard, watching them all scrabble into something that resembled a row, bedecked in their training armor and tourney swords. 'Time to separate the boys from the girls,' he announced. 'Hopefully more boys than girls this time,' he added. He enjoyed this part, watching the new recruits trying not to piss themselves.

'Right,' he said, drawing his sword and raising it. 'Let's see what you're made of.'

The first recruit stepped forward, holding his sword aloft. One swing from Ser Alliser's sword sent it flying from his hand. 'Next!'

He dispatched the next four in quick succession, needing hardly more than a single swing to send them all tumbling to the ground, crawling away and yelling for him to yield.

'Yoren!' He yelled toward the walkway behind him. 'I asked for fucking boys!'

'So get them to drop their pants if you don't believe me!' he yelled back.

Jon watched as the next two lasted little more than a few seconds, before it was his turn. He gripped the sword hard, stepping forward, watching the glint in Ser Alliser's eyes. The knight lunged at him and he managed to parry away the blow, twisting around to swing his own sword. It fell short before he was forced to throw it up in defense. He managed to duck away, coming around faster than expected, landing a blow across Ser Alliser's back armor plate.

Ser Alliser chuckled. 'That was a bold move, boy,' he said, grinning malevolently. 'What's your name?'

'Jon Snow.'

'Ah, so you're the bastard that belongs to Ned Stark.'

'I am.'

'Well, this is the Wall. And the Wall doesn't give a fuck about that, Lord Snow.' He lunged again, catching Jon off guard. Jon parried two more heavy blows, before he spun out of a third.

'You there!' Ser Alliser yelled and pointed behind him. Jon turned and found Alliser's sword pointed up into his armpit, just inches from actually breaking the skin.

'Never turn your back on the enemy, boy.'

Jon glared at him, hating him already.

'You're going to cry because that wasn't fair? Let me tell you something. And all of you lot listen good!' he said, scanning the bedraggled row of boys. 'The enemy doesn't play fair. Wildlings don't fight fair. They'll flay the fucking skin from your bones and boil your hide into boots.'

He stood up close to Jon, his breath hot on Jon's face. 'Just you remember, Lord Snow. This isn't Winterfell. You belong to me now.'

There was a quiet chuckling from the crowd of boys as they watched the humiliation.

'Quit your laughing, you cunts!' Ser Alliser yelled. 'Your Lord fucking Snow is still a damn sight better fighter than any of you sorry lot. You'll all be back here tomorrow, and the day after that, and all the days of your sorry lives until you learn how to not get killed. Welcome to Castle Black.'