Seventh Month of 302 A.C. Kingsroad
Ser Garlan Tyrell
The Dothraki were good fighters, Garlan could give them that, what they lacked in discipline they more than made up for in ferocity. Fighting them in the Reach had been a new challenge, and had also prove his theory that in war you never fight just one man, whilst his fellow warriors had struggled fighting more than one Dothraki, Garlan had excelled cutting them down by the score and anticipating their moves like he was one of them. When he had killed the biggest and the leader of their army, they had broken and fled into the water only to drown and die, a curious thing to witness and one that made him question whether they had ever truly known what they were fighting for.
The anger he felt knowing his sister was suffering for Cersei Lannister's foolishness was driving him now, Margaery was good with words, but the brutes the Targaryens had become only knew one thing and that was skill at arms, and now Garlan was going to kill as many of the bastards as he could if it killed him. Though the one thing holding him back from going completely mad was the thought that he was going to be a father soon for his wife Leonette was with child and he had promised her he would come back to see their son or daughter.
The fighting continued, Garlan fighting two sometimes three opponents at the same swinging his sword like a man possessed, cutting and ducking, slashing and hacking doing all he could to ensure he survived and the Dothraki died. They fell in droves their horses unaccustomed to the slippery slope that the Kingsroad had become with the battle and the number of bodies on it, the fighting continue and Garlan added to the river of blood that was being created. Swinging his sword mercilessly, hacking and slashing, cutting, ducking and dodging, doing everything in his power to stay alive.
He takes a fair few blows though during the course of the battle, mainly due to his own mistakes rather than some grand skill on the part of the Dothraki. A hit here, a cut there, on it goes, the way of war, swinging and hacking away at him wildly, trying to break his defences and in some cases succeeding in others failing miserably. Garlan faces all challenges that come before him and meets them with a skill that his years training have prepared him for. As the Dothraki and some of his own allies slip and fall to their deaths, Garlan is prepared for the onslaught of bodies and the multiple fighters and manoeuvres the battle with great skill.
And then he comes face to face with a Dothraki with a braid so long he can only be Khal Drogo, the man's arakh is covered in blood just as Garlan's sword is. They do not bother speaking to one another, they couldn't even if they wanted to, and they merely bring their horses forward and meet in a clash of steel. Drogo is strong, and he holds the early advantage, swinging his arakh high and low and forcing Garlan onto the back foot, forcing him to use everything he knows to defend. The few times where Garlan slips up he pays for it dearly, a cut here, a blow there, and he has fresh wounds over the old wounds, blood pouring forward and a sharp pain in his arm.
Garlan manages to get things back to his favour with a few well-placed blows that hit the man's exposed skin, and draw blood causing the Khal to groan with pain. He then feints to his left, and brings his shield up high enough to get the edge into one of the wounds causing the Khal to thrash in pain on his horse, with the man distracted Garlan shoves his sword into the man's exposed belly and pulls out with more blood flowing forth. He then begins attacking the man with a series of cuts, jabs and hacks that force Khal Drogo onto the back foot, the dance continues on for some time like this with Garlan in the advantage, before his horse throws a shoe and trips in the blood.
He manages to jump off in time but then he fights the Khal on the ground, and that in itself proves to be an interesting challenge. The Khal swings his arakh wildly and erratically, giving Garlan a chance to block some of the blows that would otherwise take his head off, and when the man's horse slips in blood, Garlan is there to take advantage. Swinging his sword wildly, he hacks and cuts and connects sometimes with the man's flesh and bone and when the man screams as his horse falls to the ground crushing him with it, Garlan steps back covered in blood from head to foot and smiles.
The Dothraki do not stop though, instead they plough forward intent on killing Garlan and his men. Garlan manages to fend off one, two, and three, four of them before he begins looking for a horse. Thankfully, Lord Rowan is there to aid him in fighting off the Dothraki that come too close, he finds a stray horse and mounts it whilst Rowan swings that great axe of his, and then he re-joins the fight. The Dothraki are close to breaking, Garlan can sense it, but merely breaking them is not enough, he needs to completely eradicate them for what they have done to Margaery and so he roars for his men to fight till the death and the dance continues.
Eventually, some hours later, Garlan and his men are all that are left of his side of the Kingsroad, the Dothraki were obliterated and though so were most of his own men, and he knows they have won. Garlan himself is broken and battered and is forcibly dragged to see a maester by his uncle Ser Baelor Hightower. As he is getting tended to he asks. "What news from the rest of the battle?"
His uncle is silent and for a moment Garlan fears the worst, but then Baelor Hightower gives one of those smiles that has given him the name Brightsmile and roars. "We Won Lad. That sour puss Lucion Lannister overwhelmed the Targaryen forces once Jon Connington was killed the boy Viserys was not sure what to do and led a charge himself, one that was broken on the second run through. Loren Lannister killed Targaryen, the men's forces were completely broken and soon enough we march for King's Landing proper."
That he is relieved is an understatement, all he can think is that soon enough he will be with Margaery once more, his little sister will be safe soon enough.
