Our Game of Thrones March Madness bracket continues to roll along, crushing noblemen and commoners alike under it’s pitiless wheels. This round, more favorites fall, and usurpers rise to take their place. All are in sight of the final goal: survival, and the title of March Badassness winner. That sounds better than a pointy chair, doesn’t it?
Royal Region
Viserys (54.87% / 3343 votes) vs. Robb (45.13% / 2750 votes)
With his sister’s dragons in tow, Viserys crosses the Narrow Seas and storms up the neck with an army of Unsullied and Dothraki screamers. Robb Stark calls the banners but before a battle is even had his nobles hand him over to the Targaryen host. Viserys chains Robb to the Heart Tree in Winterfell and has Drogon roast him to death in his armor, Robb’s skin splitting and crackling as the flames consume him.
Stannis (59.54% / 4321 votes) vs. Cersei (40.46% / 2936 votes)
In the South, Stannis smashes the defenses of Casterly Rock and sets his army to sack the castle. Cersei is captured by her own handmaidens before she can commit suicide. Stannis hangs her in front of a cheering crowd of smallfolk, her last words a curse on them all before the noose cuts into her flesh and her neck snaps with a loud crack.
Lords Region
Arya (65.9% / 1701 votes) vs. Ned Stark (34.1% / 880 votes)
Ned Stark begs his daughter to kill him. “Arya, you must do this! It is a miracle I survived the first round, and there is no way could I defeat the others. But you… you have a chance. You could win it all. I beg of you. Kill me. I am dead already!” Weeping, Arya holds up Needle and Ned places the tip against his heart. He leans forward, and the blade pierces his chest. He gasps, shudders, and slumps back, dead.
Varys (55.26% / 1666 votes) vs. Littlefinger (44.74 / 1349 votes)
Varys picks Littlefinger up and bodyslams him through the small council table. A sharp kick to the face breaks half the teeth in Lord Baelish’s mouth, and then the Spider’s fingers are in his hair, dragging him with surprising strength towards the Iron Throne. Varys impales Littlefinger on the blades of the throne and watches in silence as the light of life flickers out in his opponent’s eyes.
Knights Region
The Mountain (40.79% / 1357 votes) vs. Brienne (59.31% / 1970 votes)
The Mountain hammers at Brienne with his sword, leaving deep dents in her armor. But Brienne takes the blows and moves forward, crashing into The Mountain and sending them both sprawling to the ground. Their swords forgotten, The Mountain grabs Brienne’s head in his massive hands and rips her ear and a chunk of hair off. As his fingers come for her eyes, Brienne’s dirk comes up and into his neck. Blood pours from the wound, soaking Brienne in hot rivulets as The Mountain’s hands close around her neck. Everything turns black for a moment, then the hands go limp. The Mountain is a dead.
Jaime (55.54% / 1936 votes) vs. Bronn (44.46% / 1550 votes)
Bronn grins as he draws his sword, his eyes on Jaime’s golden hand. Jaime steps back and undoes the straps that holds it to his arm, and he holds it up for the crowd to see. “Kill this man, and my hand is yours,” he tells them. The crowd surges forward and hits Bronn in a sea of humanity. He curses and hacks at them, but they pull the sword from his grasp and take him to the ground. A boy pries a cobbled stone from the street and brings it down on the mercenary’s head with a sickening crunch. The crowd continues to jostle and pull at his corpse, tearing Bronn limb from limb.
Warriors Region
Khal Drogo (46.2% / 1951 votes) vs. Oberyn (54.8% / 2272 votes)
Oberyn holds his spear out, lazily letting the point hover in front of Khal Drogo’s face. Angrily, Drogo grabs the haft and wrenches it from the Viper’s hands, snapping the weapon over his knee. He laughs and moves forward, ready to dispatch this foolish man with his bare hands. But what is this? The hand that touched the spear burns, as if it was on fire. He looks at Oberyn and notices the Dornishman wearing thick leather gloves. And a smile, small but mocking. The burning sensation courses up his arm, and he can see the blood in his veins turn black as the poison races through his body. He tries to bellow in rage, but all that comes out is a faint choke as the poison coils around his heart and stops it dead.
The Hound (47.48% / 1787 votes) vs. Ygritte (52.52% / 1977 votes)
The Hound struggles forward, his chest a pincushion of arrows and blood. Every time he gets near the Wildling, she dances back and unleashes another shaft with speed and accuracy. “Are all you knights from Tra-Lee-Daa land so easy to kill?” she asks as he falls to his knees. “I’m not a knight!” the Hound growls. “Finish it, girl.” Ygritte pulls her bowstring back and releases in one swift moment, putting the final shaft through The Hound’s heart.
