Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 25 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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wazzup11: Thanks, glad you liked it, yeah, thought it would be nice.
Veridissima: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it; yeah, she's safe and it looks like things are calming down for her.
Marina Ka-Fai: Well, after what she's been through, not surprising really :)
Boris Yeltsin: Thanks, well, that's the end of Margaery's story, still quite a bit to go.
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Guest: Yeah, I guess you're right, or at least, the most sensible, Olenna is smarter I'd say, but her ambition can get away from her at times.

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Robb

Robb ducked under a sword blow aimed at his neck, he drove his sword up, impaling his assailant and wrenched it free. Raising his shield he blocked another strike before felling that opponent too. He took a brief moment to take stock of his surroundings. They were still fighting well.

While they had taken advantage of their joined armies to take down all three routes left open to them at the same time. It was as they suspected; despite swamping the city with the Crownlands armies, the Lannisters were still outnumbered and outmatched, as a result; they had hoped to divide and conquer Robb, Gendry and their armies.

'What they failed to take into account was our fighting spirit.' Robb noted to himself. 'Our wariness of traps and, generally, the lack of morale for their men.'

One concern of Robb's, one that Gendry shared, had been concern for the people living in King's Landing, but so far, they were yet to see any non-combatants around. Something which both perplexed and worried him.

He shook his head. 'Nevertheless, we cannot falter, we must press on to victory and hope for the best.'

So, with a rallying cry he once more led his men into the battle, fighting the forces that had started to come down the street towards them. Spurred on by their King, fighting alongside them, the Northern and Riverlands forces let out a cheer and pressed onwards, fighting strategically, taking advantage of their enemies being hemmed in by the streets, while being careful not to fall into that trap themselves.

As they defeated many of those trying to attack them, others surrendered.

They were disarmed and sent out of the city, to be put under guard of those warriors still outside. While it would also help the enemy by opening more space, it was a risk they had to take, to get that space themselves. During another battle, further up the street, Robb saw Wynston Manderly fighting with his men.

He could not deny he was impressed. 'His skill is incredible, I've never seen anyone fight like him before, it's as if he lives and breathes combat.'

As Robb took down his nearest attacker, he saw Wynston fighting and defeating ten of the attacking army, single-handed. When he should have been overwhelmed, he simply opened a gap in their ranks and used it to take a new position.

After defeating that army, they reached the end of the street and turned, ready to head for the Red Keep. It was then Robb noticed something and realized they had found another trap, this one was slightly more difficult to get past however.

"The rooftops, Archers!" He shouted.

They knelt down and raised their shields as an arrow storm fell upon them.

Robb cursed silently. 'Now we're pinned down, they have to run out of arrows eventually, but, can we really wait that long, that may be their intent. To delays us so another attack can strike.'

It was then, suddenly, the arrows stopped. Robb wasn't surprised, the archers were probably as shocked as he and his men. For at that moment, the sounds of several war horns sounded nearby.

Recovering from their shock more quickly, Robb saw a chance for him and his men.
"Now, fire!" He called out.

Their own archers opened fire, striking the men on the walls and forcing the remaining ones to retreat. Robb looked around, a few men hadn't been lucky or quick enough to get their shields up and had perished in the arrow storm.

'Well, I suppose our attack there just avenged you, I hope...Rest well.' He thought softly.

Taking this moments reprieve he sent scouts out to, cautiously, check the city and find out what they could. They returned before long and began to report.
"Your Grace, the battles in the other open routes continues, however it appears both armies have come to a standstill, facing an obstacle that prevents them from continuing." One informed him.

Another then spoke up. "Those war horns were from the Tyrell army, Lord Mace Tyrell and his men have arrived south of our camp. While Blackwater Bay is now occupied by Ser Loras Tyrell and his men."

Robb shook his head. "Just what we need, our allies are stuck, and now the Tyrells have arrived."

"But Your Grace, the Tyrell's haven't attacked us. In fact, they have been sending messengers with terms, they want to join us, for revenge."

That surprised Robb; he had not anticipated that. They knew relations between the Lannister's and Tyrell's were becoming strained, but for it to reach this level. However he would certainly welcome the help; even though he knew it would likely come at a cost.

Right now, it was their best option, so he sent that scout back, to bear word and hoped their allies would do the same.

Robb turned to third scout he sent out.

"What can you tell me about the enemy movements?" He asked.

The scout reported quickly. "Your Grace, it would seem that, aside from Ser Loras Tyrell, all the Kingsguard are present in King's Landing, but we've not seen any sign of Ser Kaleb or Ser Balon Swann, or Ser Robert Hightower."

Robb nodded. "They must be in the Red Keep; let's move."

His warriors let out a cheer and he began to lead them forwards again.

"What of the other Kingsguard?" He asked as they advanced.

The scout replied. "We cannot be certain, only that they are fighting in the city somewhere. Ser Tobias Blount is guarding just outside the Red Keep itself. We know that the third route is being guarded by Ser Jaime Lannister. The central route that King Gendry took is being guarded by Lord Tywin Lannister himself."

Robb growled. "That complicates matters...What about the final member of the Kingsguard?"

"Ser Gregor Clegane, he is..."

The scout trailed off, he didn't even need to finish for at that moment, Robb got his answer. They rounded the corner, onto another street, one that would take them directly to the Red Keep. There, standing and blocking their path with his army, was Gregor Clegane himself.

End of Robb's second last chapter, just one more to go for him, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.