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The night had already fallen as the garrison of King's Landing rushed to their posts. After several days of anticipation, Stannis's army had finally arrived. The Kingswood steadily grew brighter and brighter, glowing with the light of thousands of torches as the army marched towards the city. This alone made several of the gold cloak's mouths run dry at the prospect of trying to repeal such a force, their nervousness was not helped by the sight they beheld to the east. Sailing up the Blackwater came the vast fleet that Stannis had assembled. War galleys, cogs, carracks and even two dromonds, all bearing the Baratheon crowned stag, were making their way to the Blackwater Rush. The royal fleet that was loyal to Joffrey was rather underwhelming in comparison with only 60 ships to challenge the encroaching foe. The walls went silent as the men on the walls watched the enemy fleet send 20 ships to the river's mouth signalling the start of the battle.
Davos watched as the ships he sent exchanged scorpion bolts with the Lannister fleet, what he saw didn't make any sense. The Lannister's ships were not trying to engage and block the mouth of the river and the two towers they had been warned of seemed to only have scorpions and archers. Nothing capable of damaging or sinking a ship. It was only a few moments later that the ships he sent broke off the engagement and sailed back to the fleet as he had instructed them before they had engaged. The Wraith lead the ships back to the fleet and pulled alongside the Fury. Davos was relieved to see his son Dale still standing near the helm looking unscathed.
"Dale, what did you see of their fleet?"
"They are war galleys and cogs with a few tradeships as well, but they aren't the issue father. They're bait to try get us into the rush. The towers are not for ballistae, they are there to hold a boom chain. I reckon they planned to pull it up, then push down river to pin us to the chain and make us easy targets for their catapults." Davos thought for a moment before turning to an archer standing near the rail.
"Signal Ser Sebastian to begin his attack on the southern tower."
As the Admiral went on to signal the other ships what he planned to do, the archer took two arrows that had oil soaked rags tied to their tips, lite and fired the both of them into the night sky. Waiting in the woods with 300 men and under his command was Ser Sebastian Errol. At the sight of the arrows he turned to his men and gave the order to advance. At the order the men began to move to the tower. They made it halfway before they were noticed and began to have arrows fired at them. As they started to strike at the door with hammers and axes, the fleet had began to move in mass and the first battle lines were entering the river. Grouped so that there were six ships per line the Baratheon fleet moved up river with all speed possible. In response, 15 Lannister ships sailed down river, but didn't seem to have anyone onboard. As the first two lines crossed in front of the River gate the boom chain was raised preventing the rest of the fleet from entering the river. But instead of trebuchets and ballista firing at the trapped ships, a single flaming arrow was fired from the shore. The next moment soldiers and sailors from both sides were temporarily rendered blind and deaf by an flash of green light and the sound that sounded like the Smith himself had struck the earth with his hammer. Ships were blasted into splinters and others became funeral pyres for their crews as green flames spread across the river. By the time the Baratheon forces recovered from the shock of the explosion they had already lost 63 ships and had 15 other ships trapped in by the remaining enemy ships and the burning river. The surviving ships quickly made for the nearest shore available to let the soldiers and the crew disembark before they were roasted alive. The ones who made it to the south shore joined the ranks of the main army, the ones on the north side however came face to face with the groups being lead by the Hound and Ser Balon Swann. The fighting that followed saw nearly all the sailors that had made it to shore die, along with three quarters of the soldiers. But before the last of them fell several ships were run aground and the fresh troops on board rushed to the aid of their comrades. It became evident after more and more ships disgorged troops ashore that the position on the river bank was lost and the two commanders lead the survivors back through the gate as the Lysene ships under Sallandor Saan moved up the river to deploy the troops onboard. They had been able to do so due to the tenacity of the men under Ser Sebastian Errol, they had managed to nearly break in the door when the wildfire had been ignited. After seeing the destruction unleashed and the risk the chain now posed to the fleet, they redoubled their efforts. They lost nearly 90 men in their fight up to the top, but they had managed to find where the chain was anchored. After several minutes of striking and prying they were able to weaken the anchor enough that the weight of the chain pulled it loose. Once the chain fell, the ships had the room to move around the burning wildfire that was being washed down the current. Upon seeing the opening Admiral Davos immediately went to work sending in reinforcements to help the remains of the first wave and reinforce the forces on the northern shore. The ships began the task of ferrying the army across the river as Stannis stood on the southern bank, watching impassively as the first platoons boarded the ships. As the second group of ships approached the shore a rider came riding from the west.
"Your grace Lord Tarly has arrived!"
While the men near him cheered at the arrival of the rest of their forces, Stannis maintained his stoic persona.
"Has he began his attack on the city?"
"From what I saw his men were moving a battering ran into position and had ladders being pushed to the wall."
Stannis turned to the soldiers with him.
"Men, come with me. It's time to end the Lannisters reign." With a roar of approval the men followed him on to the boats.
As Stannis and his men crossed the river, Lord Tarly's forces had began to hammer away at the gate. With the defenders focused on the river gate it had allowed his forces to advance with much less resistance. The lines of infantry steadily advanced as they pushed up the ladders and fought their way onto the walls. The gold clocks were nearly completely pushed from the wall when the gate gave out a loud crack. The left gate door had a visible fissure that ran from the top to the bottom, only the iron bindings kept it from falling apart completely. The next strike of the ram smashed the gates wide open and the infantry that had been waiting nearby let out a roar and charged into the city, crashing into the shield wall that was waiting for them. They slowly pushed them back into the city and took control of the gatehouse as well as the adjacent walls. Lord Tarly had started to order various units to begin their march to the gate when the sound of rolling thunder started to grow from the north. And out of the dark came a wave of crimson, the Lannister army had arrived. The northern flank was completely unprepared to be on the receiving end of a heavy cavalry charge. As a result the Lannisters killed thousands of men before their charge was finally halted and they broke off to regroup. The Reachers that were on the receiving end of the charge tried to reform their ranks to face the new threat but the Lannister infantry struck them before they could. The initial clash lead by Ser Lyle Crakehall sent the them reeling, only the reinforcements lead by Garlan Tyrell prevented them from being routed. However,even with the bolster to their numbers the Reachers slowly gave ground. The well trained and battle hardened veterans of the Westerlands proving to be a tenacious foe. As Ser Lyle and Lord Serret pushed back the Reachers, Lord Tywin lead a quarter of his cavalry and two thirds of his infantry through the Gate of the gods. He had hoped to reach the other gates in time to prevent Stannis from getting a strong foothold in the city, but he was too late to deny Stannis. In Fishmonger's Square Stannis had established a base from which he was sending out squads of men to expand their control over the city. He had already set Lord Rowan down River Row to connect with the forces trying to push through the King's Gate. Ser Guyard had been sent to push past the muddy way to the Guildhall of the Alchemists, so as to take control of the intersection there.
Ser Guyard slammed his pommel into the helmet of the Stokeworth knight, knocking him off his feet. He finished him off with a thrust to his throat before stepping behind the infantry that he was commanding so as to take stock of the situation. His men had performed extremely well, they had almost managed to exit the Muddy Way and reach the Guildhall. As they neared the intersection he heard a roar and a group of men came charging around the corner. Judging by the lack of uniforms they were not part of the City Watch, he tried to find a sigil to figure out where they were from as his men braced themselves for the charge. It was when the rest of the attackers had rounded the corner that he realized who it was that lead these men. Charging up the street was a steel encased monster, scarred heavy armor covered him from head to toe. In his right hand was a sword that looked to be has tall as a man, yet the wielder appeared to hold it with ease. The sigil of three dogs on a yellow field erased all hope that Guyard had misidentified the beast. He quickly grabbed the two men behind him.
"Go back to Fishmonger's square, tell the King that the Lannister army is in the city and the mountain is currently on the Muddy Way. Now!"
The two men took off back down the street to deliver the message. Guyard turned back to the fight just as the infantry collided. His men were knocked back a step but they held their line and reaped a heavy toll on the Lannister men. That all changed when the Mountain reached them, he simple lowered his shoulder and plowed through the shield wall like a bull. Men were sent flying due to the force behind his charge, he then began to lay into the men near him with his sword. Heads and limbs were brutally severed and the cohesion that his men had maintained so well was utterly broken. Guyard managed to rally a dozen men to him and tried to establish a controlled withdrawal. They didn't make it more than a few paces before the Mountain turned towards them and charged. Guyard managed to dodge the mountain's initial swing and tried to strike his knee. The Mountain was too fast however and blocked his sword before backhanding him. Guyard's helmet went flying as he was knocked to the ground, he desperately tried get to his feet but was denied the option when the Mountain's armored leg sent him airborne. He bounced off one of the stonewalls that lined the street then landed on his back with the air forced out of his lungs and several broken ribs. He laid there trying to breath as his men were killed or forced to run for their lives. He heard the thud of heavy footfalls as Tywin's attack dog walked up to his prone body. The last thing he saw was the bottom of the Mountain's descending boot, then it all went black.
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