Prologue:
The River Runs Red
"Fall back! There's too many!" Boss yells as he lets lose a burst of fire from his BR85N Service Rifle otherwise known as a battle rifle. He attempts to provide cover fire for the retreating Stark men in order to regroup and push the Frey's back. The singing of arrows in the crisp night time air forces Boss back into cover. "Professor? Do you read me?" Letting lose another volley of lead into the approaching hostiles. "Professor?" Boss yells into his com as he ducks behind cover once more. His ears are meet with nothing but hissing sound of static coming through the com. "Dam it" he mutters "Wolf you copy?" He says once more into the com unit while firing another two burst of lead into the oncoming crowd of hostiles.
"Yeah Boss I copy!" The sound of gunfire in the background intermixing with her words. "Though the professor and I are bit occupied at the moment!" She huffed out despite the clashes of steel. "Wolf, you and the professor need provide close proximity protection/support for Robb and the other VIPs! If you can fortify your position, try and hold out. I'll try to rally his banner men and turn the tide of this...this blood bath." Boss yells as his battle rifle spray's another volley of lead into the now thinning yet still approaching hoard of hostiles. "Got it Boss, we're almost done mopping up here." Wolf replies with a few burst of gun fire in the background.
Boss fires one more burst from his battle rifle into the oncoming horde of men, before he is meet with the most horrible sound a Spartan could hear. *Click* *Click* His magazine is out, and Boss' muscle memory kicks in as he searches for another clip. Only to come up empty. "Crap. Guess I went through those mags quicker than I thought" He states rather flatly and reaches for one of the few remaining fragmentation grenades. "Fire in the hole!" He yells as he pulls the pin and chucks it into the considerably thinner crowd of Frey men.
The resulting explosion is small compared to most explosives, but the effects are devastating to the once courage hoard of traitors. "Well that worked better than expected." Boss says peering out from his cover, before placing the now useless battle rifle back onto the magnetic plate that lies on his back. As he stands from cover the Spartan reaches for his M20 Personal Defense Weapon submachine gun from his thigh. The Spartan turns around to see thirty or so loyal Stark banner men finishing off the last of Frey men within the immediate area.
"We've been tricked men! The Frey's have betrayed us to the Lannister's! This will not go unpunished! The night is young and there is still much to do!" The Spartan yells to the men before facing forward once more and yelling " Follow me men. For The Young Wolf!" Before charging forward, further into the stark encampment.
The thirty odd band of Stark banner men led by the Spartan known as "Boss" quickly engage the hostile Frey's as they neared the Frey stronghold. No longer easy pickings the band of men only increases in size as they rescue more and more of the now armed stark men. With the ever growing band led by the Spartan the roles of ambusher and ambushe switch. The separated wolves now united once more with their pack become the predators once more as they pounce upon the Frey men.