Alternate world (Dayne survives ToJ):

Robert stood across from the legend, the Sword of the Morning and couldn't help but feel that familiar feeling. Even after what Dayne had done, what he'd sworn to do, Robert couldn't help but respect the man - he was honorable until the end.

Dayne had made quick work of Dear Ned and Howland Reed after Whent and Hightower had gone down. He wasn't heralded as Westeros' greatest knight for nothing after all. None of that mattered now, him and Robert were to meet on this neutral ground at day break and the sun was almost fully over the horizon.

"Are you ready, ser?" called Robert.."aye, as ready as I will be to see another honorable man die at my hands when it need not be done. Let's finish this" was the response he heard echo across the field.

Robert dug his feet in and grabbed the giant spiked warhammer that would normally instill fear in the poor bastard across from him, not this time. Robert was a blur as the antlered helmet made it's way across the gap towards Dayne, he was young, fast and most especially STRONG. He brought the hammer right to left trying to catch Dayne off the bat, but the experienced knight was prepared and parried. Robert felt two quick blows glance off his armor as he reloaded to strike again.

As Dayne drew the sword of the morning across Robert's gauntlets he too a step back to reassess. The kid certainly was fast, but his technique was average at best (bordering on sloppy and out of control), if he played this correctly he could take advantage of the mistake and end this fight.

Dayne circled to his left, looking for weaknesses in Robert's armor, as he took a 3rd step Baratheon quickly darted right and put the spike of his warhammer into Dayne's chest. Painful yes, but it would take a more direct hit than that to crack Dayne's armor (although not much more pressure to snap his sternum).

Robert smiled to himself beneath the antlered helm, the old man was finally faltering and he had landed the fights first true blow. Time to close and end this. Robert jabbed left and brought the hammer over his shoulder aimed at Dayne's helm. Just as he was expecting the familiar squish flesh and bone the man in front of him disappeared quicker than he could have thought possible. Robert felt the back of his legs opened to the cold winter chill and in an instant knew that fates had been reversed. He would be the meat, and for a warrior like Robert he could only take solace it had happened at the hands of the greatest warrior of their time.

He had one last moment to picture his dear lyanna before he felt himself kicked from behind to his knees. Dayne gave Robert a quick death. He looked back at the body after and felt only sadness this was what his vows had come too, but as he drew another breath he could only think that easily could have been him crumpled on the floor 10 paces behind.