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  Jon Snow POVSomewhere on North.

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  "What a good feeling," I thought as the energy of the battle pulsed through me, a frenzy of inteions. However, this satisfa tly interrupted by a colossal impact that shook my worldview. I received a punch, a powerful force that made my body recoil several meters. I didn't allow myself to faint, fall, ive up; instead, a defiant smile remained on my face.

  My oppo, an imposing giant, stood at 5 meters tall, t as the rgest among all the colossi in the area. His name echoed in harmony with his feared reputation in this inhospitable nd. His skin looked crumpled, and both of us were marked by blood, a visible trail from our fierce frontation. In a moment that escaped my sciousness, I realized I was shirtless, a victim of the heat geed by the fight in the freezing cold.

  Adrenaline rushed through my veins, momentarily banishing the sensation of pain. The giant's blows, which would have decapitated an ordinary man, seemed more like sps to me. I had absorbed numerous dragon souls, strengthening my body with each dev, and a skin spell added for extra prote against the giant.

  I spat blood on the ground, a tribute to the iy of the battle, and stared at Mag, the mighty one, with a challenging smile, ready for more.

  I immersed myself in the frenzy of battles in Skyrim, where the imminence of dahe accelerated pulse of adrenaline, and the expectation of fronting an oppo determio kill provided an experiehat, paradoxically, filled me with a unique sensatioe being fully alive. My smile, filled with expectations, lit up my face during this peculiar fight, devoid of ons, where I exged punches with a giant of fists. It eculiar amusement, a challengi of brute strength, where I faced powerful blows with the same iy.

  I faced my oppo with this smile, ign his previous punch. The giaurned my gaze, and I could dis the wild gleam of battle in his eyes, a mix of resped enthusiasm. We were in the giants' camp, where hundreds of them cheered for ht. The sight of a human fag a giant on equal terms surprised and thrilled them, turning the event into a feast of emotions. Tormund, though present, was stunned, his mouth open and eyes wide, betraying his inability to fully absorb the moment.

  The intemosphere drew half of Mance's camp, with the giants r, shouting, and ughing, turning an ordinary day in this frozeo somethiraordinary. Among the giants, I observed several humans sharing Tormund's stunned look, most belonging to the Thenns, whose tents surrouhe area, solidating them as the group closest to the giants.

  Momentarily diseg from my thoughts, I fixed my gaze on my oppo with enthusiasm. We stared at each other in mutual silence, pletely ign everything around us. After a few seds of anticipatioarted running towards each other.

  With every step I took, my heart throbbed intensely, and the world seemed to slow down. The sound of my feet hitting the ground, lifting id snow, echoed like a peculiar soundtrack. Perhaps not as effective as my oppo, but that didn't intimidate me; I kept running, without losing pace. As roached, he prepared to throunch, leaning his arm back. Befetting too close, I leaped to match heights. Aware of the disadvantage of his long arms' reach, I accelerated my movement to surprise him.

  I leaped with speed, and even with his eyes revealing surprise, the giant maintained his posture to hit me. I leaned and directed my punch to his left cheek. I felt my fist embedding itself in his face, a tough and heavy sensation, but at the same time, I was struck by another impa the left side of my head. Both of us collided, tossed like puppets to his side. The giant flew about 5 meters before hitting the ground, while I was thrown a greater distance of approximately 10 meters, colliding with one of the nearby tables and breaking it.

  A tense silenveloped the enviro, marked by an unmoving body amid the broken wood and another, belonging to the rgest of the giants, fallen on the ground, also motionless, with traces of blood on both faces. No one dared to break the silehousands of spectators, after witnessing 10 minutes of punches and otion in the camp, now wondered if either of the batants had succumbed to the intense exge of blows. Then, a sound cut through the air.

  "- Hahahaha, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," began with a weak ugh but evolved into a prolonged ughter on one side.

  "- Hohohoho, HOHOHOHOHOHOHO," however, it wasn't just my voice; a deep, booming voice from the giant, whiitially sounded weak, erupted in ughter.

  The human and the giant, who moments before were engaged in mortal bat, began to ugh as if they were longtime friends. I slowly rose, removing a piece of wood that had embedded itself in me. Blood flowed, c the snow on the ground. It seemed I had broken my nose and jaw with the st punch. Silence persisted among the spectators; no sound dared disturb the moment. I observed my oppo rising too, a smile on his face. His nose was bleeding, and a bck eye revealed the damage he had caused before our final attack.

  I limped toward him, a satisfied smile on my face. The impact of the fight reverberated in my back; only a good night's sleep would alleviate the pain. I resorted to a small healing spell to mitigate the disfort when it maed. My colossal friend, standing before me, stopped. We remaihere, staring at each other for about 10 seds, until he raised his arm, dispying his fist. I uood the gesture and reciprocated, raising my arm to fist-bump, indig that the fight had been satisfactory and enjoyable. In a sudden motion, he grabbed my arm, lifted it, and shouted.

  "SNOW!"

  The voices of the crowd echoed in response, like a chorus of uraihusiasm. Some ted "Snow," others simply shouted and toasted, while the giants, in unison, reverberated my name.

  "SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!"

  "Seems like I made a good impressiooday," I thought, satisfied.

  "You're a fearless madman, you know that?" Tormund chuckled after these words.

  "Maybe I am..." I replied, smiling as I tried to adjust my nose.

  "I've seen a lot of madness in my life, but a man exging punches with a giant. By the gods, where did you e from?" He expressed resped admiration in his words.

  I looked around as the crowd celebrated the oute of the fight, Tormund's gaze reflected the admiration shared by thousands of wildlings. Women cast lustful g me; I remained shirtless, showg defined muscles, albeit marked by bruises the size of giant fists scattered ay chest and belly. It was evident that if I let my guard down, I would be the target of their desires tonight. The adrenaline subsided, and the pains of battle and the northern cold began to ma. I put on my coats again, realizing that it was already getting dark. Mag invited me to join the festivities tonight. With Tormund as my interpreter, I accepted.

  I drank with Tormund and other members of his tribe, exged ideas with some giants. The drink was terrible, but still, I ed it like any Skyrim resident. I was surprised by the quality of the alcohol they produced in that froze.

  When the party began, I settled o the giant leader, Tormund by my side to mediate linguistically since I didn't uand their nguage. Surprisingly, Tormund shared muy humor, and Mag also joined in our joy. I was amazed to feel so fortable in this pce. I had always heard of wildlings as relentless invaders, but I must admit, they had a sharp sense of humor. It was refreshing when people didn't want to kill you.

  I shared that I was raised in Winterfell ao a nd across the sea, not to mention another world, which caused great surprise among them. I told part of my story, omitting many of the feats I aplished in Skyrim beyond being a warrior in those nds. Hours of ughter, jokes, and a moon already illuminating half the sky marked the peak of the night when I finally retired, limping, after befriending dozens of giants and members of Tormund's tribe.

  "I'll o find someoo teach me the old nguage," I reflected while, somewhat drunk and limping, headed to Karsi's tent. I noticed that even though it was te at night, people noticed my presend began to whisper about me. Many adults, elderly, and even children who were still aointed fingers at me and stepped aside to let me pass.

  "I guess I've gained some fame around here," I murmured to myself, amused by the attention.

  As I approached the tent, I saw the guards I had seen when I arrived. I looked at them and spoke, visibly drunk:

  "Don't you guys ever rest, huh? Is Karsi in there? I o find my wife Lucis's tent!" I excimed, disied and drunk. They were surprised by my presehere and, ign my question, one of them analyzed me:

  "Is it true what they're saying? Are you the stranger who fought a giant?"

  "Maybe I nded a punch, but I o know where my wife is!" I mumbled, just wanting my bed at that moment. I was noticeably intoxicated, as, in addition to the punpetition with Mag, we had also tied in alcohol. "Okay, okay, I don't want to upset someone who punch a giant. Karsi isn't here, but I'll get a boy to take you there," said the guard, calling a boy. I sighed at the curious stars in the child's eyes directed at me, aware that it would be a long walk filled with questions, as I often experienced in Skyrim. Being a Dragonborn attracts the attention of younger geions, especially those who saw me kill a dragon outside the city walls.

  A few moments ter, the boy, clearly excited, broke the silence:

  "Is it true, the rumors about you?"

  "What rumors, kid?" I replied with a tohat made it clear I wasn't in the mood for versation, but the boy didn't notice.

  "They say your mother is an a goddess, that you fell from the sky straight into the True North and took one of our people as your wife," he said enthusiastically.

  "I wouldn't pay much attention to that," I responded curtly, thinking about how foolish someone must be to believe that.

  "But they say you're immortal, that you 't be killed. Many are saying you fought a giant with empty hands and killed 50 crows before ing here," he excimed.

  "If that were true, then I wouldn't need a shield when going to war..." I grumbled.

  Finally, we arrived at Lucis's tent. The boy made the annou but didn't leave before the st ent.

  "Mag, the giant they say you faced is the biggest man I've ever seen. I would never face him!" he said, fearful at the mere mention of the name.

  "That's why your name will never be remembered," I said seriously, as if all the alcohol in my body had evaporated. He looked at me, refleg on my words. I put my hand on top of his head and shook it, messing up his hair.

  "[Author here: let's see who gets the reference]."

  "Now go back, boy. Thanks for the walk and for showihis tent. Good night," I decred before entering the tent.

  Upoering, I found a boy sleeping in one er and Lucis on another fur bed. I tried to look for a third bed. "Where's my bed in this pce? Lucis, you don't expect me to sleep on the floor, do you?" I thought indignantly, retrieving my state of drunkenness.

  "You know what? Screw it," I muttered to myself before throwing myself o Lucis. She woke up when I hugged her.

  "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.

  "Where's my bed? I don't see one, so I'll sleep with my current wife. You should feel honored; many women wao marry me, but I've never been a man who tied his heart to anyone. I believe you're the first one I call a wife, even if not for real," I said, ughing.

  "Oh, you're a virgin, aren't you?" I asked when I saw her shift unfortably in my embrace.

  "That's none of your business!" She replied embarrassed.

  "I'm not like those crows. I like to make women have as much pleasure as I do, but I like you better this way. Now, I'm going to sleep. Goodbye," I said before closing my eyes and dozing off.

  "What are you..." She couldn't finish the sentence as I started to snore softly. She could only le in my arms, trying to find fort to sleep.

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  Author's note:

  * Thank you in advance, I hope you have a good read.