*This takes place immediately following the Battle of Blackwater Bay
Sandor Clegane stumbled through to the Kingswood, just now beginning to recover from his drunken stupor. His horribly burned face was covered in soot and ash from the battle, with droplets of blood freckling his cheeks. The battle had drained the man they called The Hound, the fire had been all around him. That damned dwarf, he thought, piss on his Wildfire and piss on his battle. Even if they won it would only be a matter of time before The Young Wolf starts the fighting all over again. He had enough of the Lannisters and their plans, the only plan was a sharp sword and a strong arm.
He continued to stumble over roots and branches, when he heard a rattle coming from his belt. His tournament earnings were still in a small pouch tied about his waist. Good, he thought, something to get a bed and wine. Though in reality, The Hound seldom had to pay for such things.
Almost wish some of the Imp's damnable mountain men would show up, he thought, relieve the boredom of stamping through these woo...
"Awfully dark for a walk by yourself, eh?"
Sandor wheeled around to see Bronn, clad in his dirty boiled leather and mail standing across the way from him.
"Now what are you doing so far from the boy king's leash?" Bronn said with an indignant smile.
"What are you doing so far from the Imp's?" Clegane spat back. Bronn chortled slightly.
"You know," he said, "The penalty for deserting is death." The Hound laughed heartily at that, it sounded like a table being sawed in half.
"And who's going to do that, you?"
"I was planning to, yes," Bronn responded simply, Clegane laughed again.
"Whatever the Imp's paying you, it isn't worth what I'm about to do to you, little man."
"Aye, little I might be but that won't matter when you're dead. As for the payment, it's more than enough but I also didn't mind having to go after you." Bronn then drew his sword and got into a ready position, one hand on the dagger sheathed at his back.
"I was hoping you would do something stupid like that," The Hound growled, drawing his own sword and charging towards Bronn.
So Sandor is armed with his sword, Hound helm, shield and plate armor against Bronn with his sword and knives, boiled leather and mail and no shield. Who wins?