Capítulo 62: Battle of the Trident part 2 / PoV Luther Strom.
(A bold sellswords POV)
Gods... that knight does have a loud voice. Alan Winters, I have only heard about him in the camps and from looking directly at him, I can guess that every thing is true. Honor and blood is that he's House's words? Well, nobody knows where he came from. It doesn't matter now, cause The shaking hand I had until now is gone from his encouraging voice. And we charged at the enemies that in front of us with all the ferocity we could master.
We're the first one to engage in the fight. As we faced the enemy soldiers, the killings started on Both sides. I drove my spear into my opponents throat killing him instantly and unfortunately that spear struck there and I did not have the time to recover it from my fallen victim. So I unsheathed my sword and shield from my back to defend from a another enemies blow.
It is a vicious struggle but I somehow managed to kill him. He was a well trained knight, and had a good steel plate armor. But somehow lost his helmet, So I took my dagger and shoved it in his eye and pearced his skull.
Then I killed a boy, He is squire no older thirteen. That isn't a battle that I can boast to my fellow sellsword friends, But the boy thrust his sword at me, hoping to gain fame by killing me or just tried to avenge his master I suppose.
Before I even knew what was I doing, I cutoff his head with a single slash. A boy, not even old enough to have felt a woman's cunt. Now all he'll ever feel is the embrace of the cold muddy waters.
I didn't feel a damn after killing him, No remorse No sadness, Because this is war and people dies. In the battlefield survival is first thing one must always remember.
We slowly pushed the loyalist army back to the River but they are just keep coming back with more Men.
When I looked around, all I could see is people on the Both sides struggling with all their might. And beneath us lays the dead bodies of friends and foe alike.
Very few men I personally knew is still alive but dieing one by one. If I kill one person, 2 more taking his place. I do not know how long we have been fighting, exhaustion is taking it's toll and I do not know how long I can swing my sword. it's the only thing left in my hand because shield I had lost gods knows where!!!
But our morale is still intact because of the man that is leading us.
He's blue Cape is now become dark red with blood. But the Eagle helmed knight is swinging his black sword like a circling windstorm. I do not know how many man he killed, just watching him for moment I saw 5 man died.
Each swing of his sword taking the lives of men. Gods, he's making a bloody path behind him.
I never in my life saw such beast that can butcher these many people. The man is not a human rather than a monster that came out of Seven hell.
The more people goes close to him the more people become dead.
And that is what giving us the strength to go on. I was not very far from him thus I could see what is happening with both of my eyes, By the Gods this man isn't a human but the Warrior himself.
Suddenly our advance halted by the upcoming loyalist forces. We saw banner of three headed dragon. And With it also came the knights with steel plates armor not the farmers equipped with a spear.
And they pushed us back to the shore.
And our side is not doing well , Because most of the men that fought with us is dead. But one thing is clear that we killed more then twice of our numbers. Even with lower number we still pushed on, Even though our ranks are dropping like flies.
For a moment I thought this is the end. But I couldn't be more wrong, Because the next moment Baratheon flags joined the fray and at it's helm Lord Robert came blazing with his horse. And we got our momentum back.
Then in the midsts of the battle I saw a white blur and lost all my strength.
( Thus it became the end for our bold soldier. He fall in a eternal sleep with the rest of his fallen brothers. He's name will be forgotten just like the rest of the soldiers that fallen in this battlefield. There won't be a song for him even though he deserves one, But It is their sacrifice and contribution that makes new history. The white blur he saw was none other than the Kingsguard Ser Barristan selmy nobody can match his boldness).
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