Kingslanding\\\
The northern army pushed forward as the kings city rushed to prepare, their gates were closing and men were rushing around the ramparts, filing buckets with boiling oil and their sheaths with bunches of arrows; some sharp tipped while others were wrapped in cloth ready to be dipped in oil and lit on fire in the awaiting lantern. Jamie Lannister having recently arrived in the capitol, shouted orders to the city guard, taking command of the ill prepared army. His armour had hastily been put on; he had trouble with the latches, his one hand struggling to do the work of two. He had just escaped Robb Stark and their northern army and now they were back ready to imprison him once more.
The banners of house Mormont, Tallhart, and Umber, could be seen first, the vanguard approaching like a storm on a winters night; their fury could be heard from the ramparts above as they screamed and yelled slamming the battling rams into the gates. The splintering of the wood could be heard over the screams of the dying, the hot oil that had been spilled on them still steaming in their flesh as they fought through the gates, the burnt smell sending some men to the floor with an upset stomach. The men rammed the gate once more before it was thrown open, and the northerners stormed in, their swords slashing with the Lannisters and Tyrell soldiers, blood flooding the ground like it was a river.
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The remaining dornish fleet rounded Blackwater bay, their ships manoeuvring around the black burnt husks of Stannis Baratheon's ships, the Lannisters and Tyrells that were currently occupied from one side did not notice the ships entering until the very last minute, when the ships had started to off load men into rafts sending them to the sandy banks of the shore; They made their way up the beaches silently, avoiding arrows when they rained down on them, with deadly precision. The thousands of dornish men silently entered the city, avoiding innocents and ushering them into their homes. The men had strict orders from their prince to do no raping or killing of the innocent or poor or they'd be castrated.
The Dornishmen ran into the flush of battle, where they began fighting the Lannisters and Tyrells with equal vigour. Robb Stark was swarmed by men his sword slashing out and wounding those who thought to come near. When the last man went down Jaime Lannister appeared, longsword carried weakly in his less dominant hand. He glared heavily as Robb "The King in the North!" Jamie called his armour clanking as he pushed his way through, blood smeared on his face. Robb turned to him his sword held out and ready "Kingslayer!" he challenged, his face pulled back in a snarl. The two faced off, both swords out ready to begin.
Robb swung hard at Jaime's body, and he swung weakly back. Robb sword hand was stronger than Jamie's left. The once best Knight in the seven kingdoms was reduced to this and Robb was slightly appalled. Anger overwhelmed Robb to where he dropped his sword and whipped out a small knife. Robb pushed forward his knife in his hand, he barrelled straight into Jaime pushing him into the blood soaked dirt and pushing Jaime's sword out of his outstretched hand, Robb aimed straight for the kinks in Jamie's armour slicing the knife over his meaty flesh, making gushes of blood spill out. Robb grinned viscously at the sight of it. His knife came back blood soaked, and then he brought it back down in the kink in his armour just above his neck silencing the yells and grunts that were escaping him. Jaime Lannister was finally dead; relief flooded Robb's body as he watched the light leave the man's green eyes. The man who had crippled his brother was finally dead.
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Thousands of narrow spears shot through the air, ultimately landing in the hearts of the Lannister men. Oberyn watched his men and women fight, he had an overwhelming feeling of proudness form as he danced through the men slicing them up and ending their lives whether they die of blood loss or of the poison that laced the sharp point of his spear. He cut a path of blood through the battlefield, slicing through the weak leaving a path of the dead behind him.
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Tommen Baratheon waited until the very last moment before he pushed his way past his kings guards who were fighting off the approaching men, Ser Balon Swann had died after taking an arrow through the neck and Meryn Trant was wounded after a flying spear slashed his leg open. He pulled the sword from it sheath and went into the throws of battle. He would not be like Joffrey, he would not cower behind his kingsguard, he would not go down in history as the king who hid, and he would fight.
One man approached him his sword swinging at Tommen, who blocked it with a grunt. Tommen rushed at the unknown man in grey. He dipped and weaved right as he was about to reach him and slashed downwards with the sword. The man parried with his swords which clashed against the metal strapped to Tommen's arms with a shriek that sent sparks flying into the air. The swordsman was quick, slicing in an uppercut slashed at the southern King, attempting to catch Tommen from stem all the way to stern. Tommen sidestepped to the right just enough and the blade passed a hairs breath from his face. The man pushed forward and swiftly punched Tommen in the side, knocking the wind out of him, and stunning him for a brief moment. This moment gave the man the perfect advantage as he brought the end of the sword down on the boy kings head, knocking him unconscious.
"Today is not your day to die, boy king." the SmallJon umber, threw the boy over his shoulder and took him to be watched over until the battle was won and he would be imprisoned.
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Outside of Kingslanding \\\
Sansa paced the tent worriedly; her hands where shaking in worry, her brother and her husband were currently fighting in battle and all she could do was shake. She felt useless. She should be doing something. Her mother, Catelyn was just as bad as Sansa, she paced just as much and her face was pale. Ellaria was as stoic as ever, her face a mask of indifference, she was worried but she would not show it. Her paramours was out fighting a war and she should be with him, she should be sliding her dagger through the throats of the Lannisters but Oberyn told her to stay put and protect Sansa; and she could not object for she did not want to.
Sansa, Catelyn and Ellaria were pushed out of there mindless worrying by the loud sound of horse hooves hitting the snow covered ground, coming up to their tent. Both Ellaria and Sansa pulled out their daggers ready to defend themselves; the flap was pushed open to show a northern soldier, who had a large smile on his face "The battle has being won, My ladies!" all three woman let out loud cries of relief and pulled each other into a large embrace. Kingslanding was taken and Westeros would finally begin the journey towards peace.
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