ANGROD POV
Holding the shaft of my Dane axe I release a calm breath, positioning myself in a runner's stance half crouched and hiding behind a tree that judging by how big it was it might as well have been older than the great wall. Waiting for the signal while only giving a halfhearted glace to the two fellows beside me, I ignore them as soon as I see an arrow sticking out of the first slaver's throat only giving a grim smile.
Without giving the surprised group of slaver's from the narrow sea the chance to re-organize or recover from the shock of losing a member, I howl and start leading the charge, darting out of my cover picking up speed and using the momentum I picked up to slam into the first man leading with my shoulder, at 350pounds there were few men that could face a charge from me and still stand to fight and the slaver was not one.
Breaking his ribs and leaving his half dead body for those behind me to finish off, with nary a drop in speed I use the built up momentum of the charge to swing the Dane axe cutting off another slaver's head, then angling the axe to the left I continue the swing looping off another slaver's arm with his sword in one stroke. Without giving him the chance to even scream out in pain, I step into his guard headbutting hard enough to break his nose and send shards of bone to his brain.
Using my left hand to grip the dead slaver's chainmail I use the dead body to block two arrows fired at me using the dead man as a shield, throwing the dead man to the right and falling a charging slaver I step closer not giving him a chance to get back on his feet and brutally step on his throat downing the man for good.
I moved on cleaving open slaver's even grabbed a slaver by the side of the head and tested it against the durability of tree, the head lost. the rest of the fight was a blur.
Minutes later, Blood soaked and no more blood lusted I looked around to survey the counter raid against the slaver's, I watch my warriors rip through what was left of the slaver's with hate and vengeance for there were few things the free folk hated more than slavery.
Eyeing the spot where the archers shot at me from, I spot the dead bodies of the archers. Grinning wildly, and knowing how Ygritte took ranged attacks on my person personal I looked for the most well-dressed slaver guessing he must be the leader at the back trying to co-ordinate his raiders back to any form of obsolete defense, looking back at the area where our archers were hidden to obscure their numbers and protect them from enemy ranged attacks I point at the well-dressed slaver, fewer seconds later I see another arrow fire into the slaver group killing the leader and sending the remaining slaver's panicking and either trying to surrender or run none received much mercy as the few that surrendered were still cut down and the ones that tried to run back to their ship were cut down before they could go far.
Looking at the light snow that had started falling again I wondered and cursed who or what had brought me to this hellhole here for the uncountable time in my short 19 years of life and dumped me this far from the main plot and this close to the white walkers.
Shaking such dreary thoughts from my head I look towards our ranged squad consisting of Ygritte and seven others, resting the Dane axe against a tree to the side i open my hands wide to hug my sister while shorter than me at 5'9 there were few people as tall or taller than me at 6'6 among my war band.
"you almost got shot" she said as soon as I released her from the hug with a scowl on her face, as fiery as ever giving a slight grin and shrugging I replied easily
"I knew you had my back, there wasn't much to fear" she still huffed looking away from me to survey the battleground she asked "what next?
Turning towards the sea where the slaver's ship must still be anchored I reply back coolly not letting any of my anger at the thought of what the fate of the captured free folks would be subjected to if the slaver's escaped with their cargo, from the glances I got from the free folk still close enough to be within earshot I was not as successful as I wanted it didn't matter much though.
"we wait till nightfall, while the ones at shore and on the ship would be worried at the thought of the others not yet showing up, I doubt they will leave without them"
Looking at a free folk to the side I ordered him to bring the free folk that escaped the slaver's raid and brought the news of slaver's on shore to my settlement.
Looking back towards the sea where free folks returned from pursuing the few slaver's that decided to run, from the smile on the free folks faces I knew they were killed to a man, looking towards the sea again I realized that by this time tomorrow I would have taken over a ship and released the captured free folks or I would be dead. What a grim world I thought morosely.