A looming grey boot, bigger than anything Joffrey had ever seen, even bigger than the Red Keep itself, slammed onto the ground, terrifyingly close. Swooshing green fabric moved overhead, casting a shadow far greater than the wings of Balerion. Joffrey was buffeted by powerful winds and knocked about, until a gust knocked him up into the air and he went flying into the fabric of the dress. Joffrey tried to grab on, but the forces surrounding him were too great and he went tumbling down again. This time, he landed on the rim of the boot, next to a peach-colored wall of skin. Large pits, with hair like swaying spears, dotted the wall. Suddenly, the titanic foot moved forward again...
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