Dragons and Thrones: Final War – The Dragon Queen Rises

Chapter 49 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Arya

With Gendry at her side, slightly behind her father and Robb, Arya charged into King's Landing with the Northern army. Even as they entered they had to fight their way through. When they finally had a bit of breathing space she looked around.

'Gods, so many...' She thought to herself.

She could see the soldiers, some trying to still fight around the various entry points and up on the walls. Some guarding the streets themselves. She saw the various forces from the Crownlands; she wondered if any of them knew what Cersei had planned to do to her and Sansa, what she would likely still try to do to Arya if she got herself caught in this battle.

She shook her head. 'No time to think about that...Not all these people are soldiers or knights...or even lords?'

She had noticed that; some of the people present shocked her as they were clearly commoners, wielding weapons; a peasant militia. She glanced over at Gendry who nodded, indicating he had noticed it too. She then turned to her father.

"Warriors defending the streets, other defences..." He was saying. "A peasant militia of all things...Gods; calling all the armies and Lords of the Crownlands together here was certainly Cersei's foolish move."

Robb nodded, but looked around, worried. Arya understood why.

"Yet, they seem organized, despite their lack of manuverablity." She remarked.

Her father nodded. "Yes, that makes one thing clear, that and the other defences. Whatever Cersei has tried, Jaime Lannister has taken charge of this battlefield."

Arya bit her lip at that; if even half of the stuff she had heard was true, that meant things would be harder.

They weren't dealing with a panicked, unruly mob all crushed into one place. They were against a solid fighting force, set up in desperation; but that could make them dangerous.

"We have no choice, despite the danger...The other armies are already advancing, trying to take various parts of the city." Her father explained. "We'll split our army in half and take the remaining two streets. Arya, Gendry...you will lead one half, Robb and I will take the other."

Arya looked around at where the other armies were fighting through the city, attempting to break through the defences.

"Understood." She said at last.

Gendry nodded. "We are ready."

While the word spread in their forces and the army began setting itself up; Arya turned to Gendry, the two of them sharing the same hard, determined look. Briefly grasping her husband's hand, Arya turned to face forwards, at the same time Gendry did. They would advance together, they would succeed, together.

"Let's go." She announced to those following her and Gendry. "We don't have much time."

There were a few shouts from their forces, her father and Robb had already led their army forwards.

Gendry then spoke. "We can break through here; remember why we fight and what we seek."

They all nodded and Arya gave the word. With and Gendry leading the way, they charged towards their target.

Their first clash came quickly and Arya wasted no time, she ducked under an attempted spear thrust. She got within reach of her opponent and swiftly thrust with Needle, killing them.

She danced around two attempted attacks before cutting one of the men through a gap in his armour, the second man was crushed by Gendry's war-hammer. She grinned as Gendry finished off the man she injured and she took down another. Gendry's fighting style was a little messy, but not bad, it certainly got results.

He was also careful of his defence too.

'Not only that, he and I are working together here.' She reflected. 'We've really perfected working as a team.'

It was true, their teamwork was flawless and to their opponents, they seemed to be unstoppable. Backed up by their allies they soon were able to overrun the first blockade of troops, forcing many to flee.

Some surrendered and were quickly forced to retreat through the main gate of the castle, where Daenerys and the rest of the army not yet inside were waiting to take those who surrendered into custody.

"A good start." She commented.

Gendry nodded. "Indeed, we must press on Arry, we have our part to play."

She grinned. "We certainly do."

With that they advanced again. She could hear the others commenting on their teamwork and allowed herself a moment of pride at their accomplishments so far.

She also reflected that, ever since they had recovered from their little incident of strife on the way here, they were closer than ever, which just seemed to make their teamwork even stronger.

They advanced further, managing to bypass the spiked barricades that had been set to block their path and soon they stopped as they found themselves face to face with yet another group of warriors.

These ones were led by a Kingsguard, one Arya recognized and glowered upon seeing, Meryn Trant. He had his sword drawn and was ready for combat, but even beneath his helmet, it was obvious he was sneering.

"What is this?" He snorted, Arya noted his gaze was on her. "What do you think you're doing here?"

She braced herself knowing what was coming. The jeers and taunts about her fighting due to her gender.

"You have no place here..." He began.

But he never finished, for at that moment, Arya and Gendry both attacked, urging both sides to start fighting too. Meryn roared and with an aggressive force pushed them back and swung his sword, aiming to kill them.

Gendry deflected the blow while Arya attempted to attack him. Her blow missed however and a horrible screeching filling the air as Needle scraped along his armour.

"Stupid girl!" He roared his forces closed in, forcing Gendry to fight and leaving her fighting Meryn alone.

She ducked one of his blows but felt herself winded as his sword struck her, the blade prevented from doing damage by her mail shirt. Meryn took this opportunity however to pin her to the ground, sword poised, ready to strike.

Arya took advantage of his arrogance however, carefully moving Needle as he kept her pinned.

"Like I said." He growled. "No place here...You should've stayed home with your sewing..."

Arya smirked. "Oh, funny you should say that; I did bring my Needle with me. Here, I'll introduce you."

With that she thrust. Meryn choked as the blade slid under his armour, into his heart. Arya quickly rolled out of the way as he collapsed, pulling Needle free. Shock descended on Meryn's men who were swiftly made prisoner.

Arya fought to catch her breath, as did the others involved in the fight. They had lost a few, but still stayed strong thankfully.

"Arry?" Gendry approached her. "Are you…?"

She nodded. "I'll be alright; close but, I managed. Let's keep going."

He nodded and they hurried onwards, all around them they could still hear the battle raging.

Arya couldn't believe the carnage she had seen and been part of so far. 'This, this is war...'

She was beginning to understand now, the horrors her father spoke of. But she was determined to see this through, she had to, for her family. They advanced further and Arya was beginning to recognize the area of King's Landing they were in. Her heart leapt as an idea came to her. But she quickly had to put it on hold.

They all stopped, for standing there, in the square before them, the only one there, apart from a group of robed people behind it, well back from any battle, was a strange and horrific creature. The creature was massive, tall and muscular and seemed to exude raw power.

It was clad in what looked like a combination of bronze coloured armour and dark robes, its helmet obscured most of its face and formed two draconic wings, what little skin could be seen seemed almost black, its eyes were only visible as two red glows within the helmet.

Its hands ended in clawed fingers and it was armed with a sword and shield. One of the men with them happened to be a Thedosian Templar, so she soon discovered what they were facing.

"By the Maker, those fools have raised a Revenant."

Arya grimaced, what little she had learned about these creatures was enough for her to know the danger. But they had no choice, it was here with one purpose. They would have to fight.


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