章節 17: Battle of Oxcross
He felt the ground beneath his feet, smelt the scent of man and horse in the air and above all else he heard the sound of two men talking. Sniffing the air, he moved forwards slowly and carefully, taking care to not make too much noise as he did.
"It's got to be the Mountain. He's the biggest. He's the strongest." He heard one man say and he felt his ears perk up, he was here at last.
"Bulls are bigger than lions. Doesn't mean I'd pick a bull in a fight. If the bull had fangs and claws, I would." Another human spoke and he watched from the foliage he was hidden in as the man sat down by the other one. Both dressed in the armour of lions, he felt his teeth pull as a soft growl escaped his lips, that meant there was food to be had. "Right, the Mountain, or our man Jamie?"
"If he ever gets out." The man paused.
"Loras Tyrell?" The Tyrell's, they were allied with Renly last he checked, his mother should be meeting them soon.
"Loras Tyrell." A man scoffed. "He's prettier than the Queen."
"I don't care about pretty. He's better with a sword than any of them."
"How good can he be. He's been stabbing Renly Baratheon for years and Renly ain't dead." The man laughed and he moved forwards slowly, his presence noticed by the horses who neighed in panic.
Carefully, he slinked back away as one of the men placed down their drinks and rose, his hand resting on the handle of his blade.
"The horses seem a little spooked to you?" What followed was a joke of juvenile humour he'd expect from Theon and he moved forwards slowly as eventually, one guard didn't relax like the other. It seemed his presence was coming under greater suspicion as the guard cautiously moved forwards to his location.
Sensing that the time for action was closing, he anxiously moved forwards, his presence spooking the horses even further. Eventually it seemed the flimsy rope holding the horses in place couldn't hold under their constant bucking and so they broke free.
As they rushed round and galloped away from him, the Lannister guard released a shout of fear as he leapt at him, mouth agape before he bit into the mans neck. The blood in his mouth was sweet as he ripped the mans neck out before charging on.
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'What was that.' Robb thought in shock as he found himself back on his horse surrounded by his detachment of horsemen. One moment he had closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer to the Old Gods and suddenly, he found himself at the front of the Lannister camp where the horses were being kept a sweet taste lingering on his lips. 'Was I…Grey Wind?'
"Your grace." Lord Bolton spoke from his side and Robb shook his head, it would not do to dwell on such things right now.
Drawing his sword, he urged his mount onwards, Smalljon beside him crying out, "The King in the North!"
"The King in the North!" It was a cry that was echoed by his men as they descend down hill and onto the disarrayed Lannister camp. The horses that had broke free and those his men had cut free had trampled through the camp, killing dozens and now he and his men descend upon them in the dead of night.
It was a slaughter, plain and simple.
Only about four thousand of the ten thousand strong host were actually trained soldiers. The remaining six thousand were all fresh recruits from surrounding lands. Despite its large numbers, many weren't even trained soldiers and those that were, had already developed a hefty amount of fear for the Young Wolf and his army.
When they noticed the northern army rushing towards them and cutting through swaths of their fellow soldiers, the morale shattered near instantly. Some attempted to fight back, but they were quickly overwhelmed as the remaining men were routed in short order.
Much like every battle so far, it had ended very soon after it had begun and as he rode his horse slowly through what remained of the Lannister camp, he looked upon the dead bodies. The vast majority were men of the Westerlands, but occasionally there was man from his army scattered amongst them.
"Count our losses and then we will quickly withdraw from here. No doubt the news of our attack will reach our enemy soon." Lord Bolton bowed his head and leaves, Robb continuing to watch his men move across the remains of the battlefield.
Despite having fought in three battles now, it never got easier to see the dead bodies of those he had led into battle. Just knowing that they died following his orders made his shoulders feel heavy and he released a sigh of regret. Not for the actions he had taken, there was nothing he could do to change them. He was blessed that things had gone so well so far, yet he knew the future would only become much harder.
Robb just hoped he was prepared for it.
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Carrots123 So here we are, the Battle of Oxcross has happened, didn't go into too much detail because it is literally a slaughter. There are plenty of battles to come and don't plan to incluude every battle. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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