[ She shot them - with an arrow then, he assumes? A girl could believably take to archery, especially the undomesticated, northern breeds. Hunting to help feed her family, that skill might have started as. Putting an arrow through a man's chest is a dependable way to eliminate him, presuming the man is not armored, which it does not seem her rivals were. He pauses before the bars, tilting his head at her recollection of the scene. Unless she'd bludgeoned the oafs, how could there have been so great a mess? ]

Go berserk in your bloodlust, did you? I've known men to tear their enemies limb from limb after they were plenty dead. [ He'd also witnessed the repercussions of veering too near a mean-spirited mule, and a mess was indeed possible. In any case - ] Not a champion of diplomatic negotiations? Neither am I. Steel settles disagreements rather more quickly.

[ With or without the sheen of glory, which she would have him believe matters not to her, and he turns to lay his back against the bars, dropping without an abundance of grace to sit. ]

I've killed a great many men less fortunate on the battlefield, and I've killed pyromancers, a king, several deer, a horse that once snapped its leg under me, oh, and a boy, if he would hurry up and be done with it already. [ But the meddling young Stark went on persisting in his existence, so far as Jaime knew, to his great annoyance. ]