Outros / Caminhantes Brancos
Só precisa tocar a pele de um Outro (White Walker), mas é melhor você ter tempo do seu lado para matá-los ...
And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man's foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse.
When he opened his eyes the Other's armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked.
Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too. Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating. Grenn bent to scoop it up and flung it down again at once. "Mother, that's cold."
A Storm of Swords - Samwell I
Nós vemos que o mero toque da adaga faz a pele do Outro fumar, enquanto que "morrendo" eles derretem / queimam, e leva vinte batimentos cardíacos para toda a carne desaparecer.
Então, sinceramente, se você vai tentar derrubar um Outro, seria melhor esfaqueá-lo; caso contrário, você estará tentando pressionar a dragonglass contra sua pele por um bom tempo e provavelmente nem de longe tão eficaz ...
Wights
Se você acontecer do outro lado, você pensaria que o dragonglass funcionaria, já que eles vêm do mesmo lugar.
The dragonglass dagger had melted the pale thing in the woods, true . . . but Grenn was talking like it would do the same to the wights. We don't know that, he thought. We don't know anything, really.
A Storm of Swords - Samwell II
Mas quando Sam é atacado por um wight, sua dragonglass não faz nada e, mais tarde, Melisandre confirma isso.
Sam cleared his throat. "S-sire. The dagger . . . the dragonglass only shattered when I tried to stab a wight."
Melisandre smiled. "Necromancy animates these wights, yet they are still only dead flesh. Steel and fire will serve for them. The ones you call the Others are something more."
A Storm of Swords - Samwell V
No entanto, , Sam nunca atingiu a pele da criatura. Ele esquece que a lâmina foi destruída pela armadura que o homem morto estava usando.
There was no time to think or pray or be afraid. Samwell Tarly threw himself forward and plunged the dagger down into Small Paul's back. Half-turned, the wight never saw him coming. The raven gave a shriek and took to the air. "You're dead!" Sam screamed as he stabbed. "You're dead, you're dead." He stabbed and screamed, again and again, tearing huge rents in Paul's heavy black cloak. Shards of dragonglass flew everywhere as the blade shattered on the iron mail beneath the wool.
A Storm of Swords - Samwell III
No final, eu tenderia a concordar com Melisandre, mas apenas porque o aço e o fogo se sairão melhor contra a armadura que os pesos estão usando. Enquanto os Outros têm suas próprias armaduras, as armas serão equipadas com o que quer que a pessoa que está virada estivesse usando quando morressem.