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Jon Snow just watch Ramsey Bolten kill his half brother Rickon Stark. His emotions carried him into the breach of charging the Bolten line. Arrows rain down taking his steed from him. He looks at the charging cavalry and pulls his sword and readies himself.
A horn blows, then another and another and another. Braking out of the woods are horseman with banners that had not been seen in thousands of years. The Kingdom through the Mountain had been called by the simple light of a candle. The cavalry of the kingdom, the Rohirrim had arrived. Twelve thousand spears coming as a great storm down upon the traitor of House Bolten. The Horse Lords ran through the Bolten men as if they were nothing but puffs of smoke. Victory.
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