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The half moon that hung above Westeros gave the city of King's Landing a soft glow that might have been able to give it a peaceful appearance had it not been for the men currently fighting in the streets. The southern half of the city had become the scene of brutal street fighting as the army of Stannis slowly and methodically took control of that area. From Fishmongers Square Stannis and his uncle lead the men as they began a renewed push north to take the Alchemist's Guild as well as the main avenues leading to the Red Keep. From the King's Gate Renly and Loras lead part of united forces of Tarly and Stannis up the Street of Steel. The Lannisters and Gold Cloaks had tried to hold them back, but all they were able to achieve was to slow them down.

Argilac brought his axe down in a vicious swipe that cleaved the arm off a Crownland knight. Pushing past the screaming man he continued his path up the street, smashing his shield into the face of a Gold Cloak. Then landing a deep gash into the thigh of an other he continued forward leaving the two to be finished off by the men following him. His group had been able to push the Lannisters back with minimal casualties so far. His men had nearly pushed all the way to the base of Aegon's Hill when a group of men ran out of an alley. His men had nearly charged them by reflex before recognizing the sigils emblazoned on their chests and shields. The sergeant of the group noticed Argilac's group and began shoving his men towards them as fast as they could go.

"My lord! It's the Mountain! It's right behind us!"

"Well, shit. Get your men in the rear flanks now. Men, time to earn our place in the songs."

He had just finished speaking when the Mountain and his men rounded the corner. With a thunderous roar they charged the Stormlanders who roared in response and ran forward to meet them. The two sides smashed into each other with bone crushing force. Argilac had plowed over the two men that had been in front of him before splitting the head of a third. He had pulled his ax free when a arm flew by his head. Looking in the direction it came from he saw the Mountain pick up the now one armed man by the neck and throw him into a wall with a sickening crunch. Argilac reached down to pick up a sword from one of the dead and threw it at the Mountain. It smacked into his back and bounced off without doing any harm to him, yet it did what Argilac wanted. The Mountain spun around looking for the person who threw the sword and locked eyes with the old stag. With a snarl he stomped his way to him, shoving men aside as he made towards the man who dared strike him. Argilac braced himself as his opponent neared him, looking for an indication of the beast's opening attack. He saw the twist in his wrist and ducked under the giant sword that had aimed for his neck. He retaliated by ramming the head of is ax into the mountains knee, causing him to step back. The next swing of the sword was a backhand that he barely managed to parry in time. The following overhead strike he sidestep and lashed out at the mountain's head. He missed his mark and was forced back on the defense as the Mountain unleashed a brutal series of strikes against him. He managed to parry and evade nearly all of them only having to block directly one swing with his shield. Though the strike he had to block with his shield nearly torn it from his arm, the man hit with the force of a falling anvil. They continued their lethal dance for nearly four agonizing minutes, neither of the two combatants able to land a serious blow on the other. Then Argilac mistimed his movement and had to use his shield to block a overhead swing. His shield didn't survive the blow and was broken in half. The Mountain let out a roar and brought his sword back for what it thought would be a killing blow. But before he could swing Argilac had taken the remaining half of the shield in his hand and thrown it at his head. The Mountain's head snapped back from the force and his helmet flew off his head, giving Argilac the time to pull out his other axe and ready himself. The Mountain charged back at him and attempted an overhead strike. Argilac had saw this coming, he quickly stepped up to the Mountain (generally considered a death wish but Argilac figured it would be the last thing he'd expect) crossed his axes and caught the hilt of his sword, halting the strike. He quickly shoved the interlocked weapons to the side and leapt at his opponent head first. His helmeted head smashed into the Mountains nose and the two of them went reeling. The mountain with his nose noticeably bent and blood running down his face but still standing. He glared at the man who had finally made him bleed, something that hadn't happened since the days of his youth, and started forward again. Breathing heavily argilac braced himself again for the mad charge directed at him. But the mountain had only made it halfway to him when a large armored mass came barreling out of the nearby alley and collided with the Mountain. Argilac was confused but ran forward anyways, hoping to use the chance to finally put the beast down. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough, the two had already stood back up. That didn't mean he was going to let him off easy, he pressed his attack trying his best to keep him from getting the momentum again. As he attacked the Mountain, the other man who was nearly the size mountain came up to his left and began to aim vicious strikes at their mutual foe. His presence in the fight tipping the balance in their favor. Where Argilac once struggled to match the Mountain, the two of them were now able to force him on the defense. They forced him back, denting and scaring his armor as he tried to hold the two men off. In a desperate gamble he tried a two handed swing wide swing to force them back. Argilac crossed his axes again and caught the sword with them, nearly losing his grip on them and his balance due to the force of the strike. He pulled his axes to ensnare the blade making the Mountain struggle briefly to free his sword but before he could the other man brought his sword down with a roar and severed both of the mountains hands at the wrists. The sword fell to the earth with the two hands still clenching the the hilt as everyone watching the fight gaped in shock. Argilac swung his axe over head and brought it down aiming for his foes head. His opponent, however, shifted causing the axe to be buried deep into his shoulder instead. The now handless Mountain attempted to grab Argilac but the other man punched him in the face, knocking the lamed beast to the ground. The stranger then placed his sword against the mountains throat and pushed it in. The two victors watched the most infamous man in living memory choke on his own blood. His arms trying and failing to dislodge the blade in his neck as the last of the men who had aided in his campaigns of terror throughout the Riverlands laid dead or dying in the street.

"Told you I would kill you one day you bastard."

The man pulled out his sword out, wiped it on his tabard then walked back to the ally he came from. Having finally gotten a good look at his impromptu ally Argilac realized it was the Hound of all people.

"Clegane?" Argilac walked after him "Not that i don't appreciate your help, but why did you?"

The hound didn't turn around to answer as he went into the alley "I had to make sure you won, otherwise it would have been to difficult to get to side of the city your forces controlled."

"And why would you want to do that?" Argilac walked to the man's side as the hound pulled aside a barrel and a crate that been blocking a small alcove in the wall.

"Come on little bird, it's safe now." Out of the alcove can a young girl with long red hair and a face that looked somewhat familiar. Argilac removed his helmet and held his out to the young

"Hello, who are you young lady?" She took his hand but looked at the Hound before she answered.

"She's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark."

Argilac quickly looked back at the Hound before looking closely at the girl. That would explain why she looked familiar, he could see the family resemblance now with the torch light brightening her face.

"It is good to see you unharmed lady Sansa, your mother will be overjoyed to see you."

Sansa looked at him with a face of carefully schooled politeness with a sliver of hope showing in her eyes.

"My mother? Do you know her?"

"I do, we talked frequently on the road here. She is in the camp on the other side of the river, we can have her brought to the city as soon as the battle is over." He saw a smile grow on her face at the prospect of seeing her mother again. He turned back to the Hound.

"Thank you for getting her out of the Red Keep Clegane, would you be willing to see her safely to Fishmongers Square?"

The Hound nodded " I'll make sure she gets there, but how do you plan to make sure i don't get killed by your men."

"I can send men with you to make sure you don't get attacked by our forces." He pulled the Hound to the side and in a hush voice asked. "Do you know where in the Red Keep Arya is? Even a general idea?"

"She hasn't been seen since her father was killed. The Queen sent men to find her but none succeeded in even finding a body or a witness to what happened to her."

"Shit, that won't go over well with the Northerners. They'll be livid when they find out the Lannisters had been lying about having both sisters hostage. Well thank you for telling me." he turned back to his men "Sergeant!"

The man who had been chased by the mountain walked up to him. "Yes mi lord?"

"Take your men and aid the Hound in escorting Lady Stark to Fishmongers Square. Then tell whomever is incharge there what has transpired here, understood?"

"Yes mi lord!"

Argilac shook the Hound's hand said goodbye to Sansa then moved to join his men to resume their push northward. The sounds of steel striking steel and the screams of the dying filled the air, as well as horns? Argilac strained his ears trying to suss out whos horns were being sounded, yet he couldn't place them. He mentally shrugged, it didn't matter where they were from or what their intentions were. Stannis is the king and by day break the city will be theirs and the Lannisters will learn what happens when you cross a true Baratheon.

As his forces resumed their advance up the street the horns he had heard had stopped sounding and the sound of thousands of horses replaced them. The last thing heard by Lannisters still outside the wall was the battle cry.

"THE NORTH REMEMBERS!"

The cavalry lead by Robb Stark smashed into the Westerland forces like a hammer, crushing them against the anvil of the Reacher forces, Robb personally slew Ser Lyle Crakehall ending his attempts to rally his men against the newcomers. After ensuring they had dealt with all the foes outside the wall Robb and Garlan meet quickly to decided the next course of action. Following their brief but very productive meeting they reorganized their soldiers and press into the city, placing another nail in the Lannister's coffin. The last 10,000 men under Tywin's personnel command were caught in the middle of the city by their enemies, having been slowed by the fighting and the narrow streets they never made it to the red keep. To the south they had the force under Loras and Renly attacking them from Visenya's Hill. Eastward the way to the Red Keep was cut off by Argilac's men, who had the mountain's head mounted on banner to show them just what their fate was. To the west Robb had began to use his cavalry in tandem with Garlen's infantry to repeatedly break the Lannister ranks, leaving them easy targets for the Reach infantry. The Lannister forces attempted to move north but were shocked to find the way barred from them. Pushing methodically from the northern part of the city came men under the flayed man of house Bolton. The men under command of Lord Bolton had rushed the Dragon's Gate in silence earlier in the battle, counting on the other forces to mask their approach. They reached the wall unopposed and used ladders to scale the walls and proceeded to take the gate house after dispatching the few Gold Cloaks guarding it. Then they opened the gate and the Northern infantry and their Riverland allies rushed into the city. The Lannister's attempts to push through them were thrown back repeatedly and viciously. The Lannister's campaign in the Riverlands and the Ned Stark's death ensuring that they would receive no quarter from the newcomers. The fallen Lannister men had their heads mounted on spears or tied to shields as their still living comrades were forced back south into the teeth of the other armies. The well trained army Tywin had built over the course of years fell against the onslaught, their ranks broken time and time age. Tywin was still trying control his forces despite the situation, whether because he actually thought he might to win or because he refused to except the fact he was going to be defeated was unclear. In the end it didn't matter, for coming out of the nearby street came Stannis himself flanked by his personal guard. He took stock of the situation and saw Tywin nearby, though it wasn't hard to find him due to the distinctive armour he wore. He looked to his men and simply said. "We go to end Tywin, kill all who get in our way." Then he lead the charge into the Lannister ranks. The Lannister line buckled then broke as Stannis plowed through the ranks, his personal guard cutting down all that challenged them. They left a gaping hole in the line and a pile of dead in their wake as Stannis lead them to Tywin. Tywin saw him approaching and called his own guards before cantering towards Stannis with his sword drawn. Stannis saw him charging and plucked a spear from one of the fallen soldiers, his men quickly did the same than stood on his flanks to form a shield wall. Tywin had nearly reached them when Stannis shouted "LOOSE!" the first rank dropped to one knee and the second rank threw their spear at the horses, impaling nearly all of them. The sudden loss of the lead horses broke the charges momentum as the others tried to maneuver around their unhorsed comrades. Stannis didn't wait for them to build up another charge, he and his men pressed forward and speared the remaining horses and butched the men who were pinned under the fallen animals. Tywin had managed to kick himself free of the saddle and now stood defiant even as Stannis killed the last of his household knights. Stannis walked up to him, not sparing any words as he stabbed at Tywin's head. The elder lord parried the blow and attempted an overhead strike only to be knocked back as Stannis rammed his shield into his chest plate. He stumbled but kept his footing and lashed out again, Stannis parried the strike and retaliated by stabbing him in the leg. Tywin gritted his teeth and pressed Stannis back with a series of blows to try and give himself some breathing room. Stannis let himself be pushed back a few feet before he kicked Tywin's knee on the side, forcing him to one knee. Tywin swung at Stannis's legs and only managed to landed a glancing blow against his armor. Stannis swatted Tywin's sword from his hand with his shield then buried his sword to the hilt in Tywin's neck. The patriarch of House Lannister choked on his own blood as he looked up at Stannis, eyes filled with disbelief as his life ebbed from his body. Stannis withdrew his sword, Tywin swayed on his knee for a few more seconds before he fell face first onto the cobblestones his blood pooling beneath his unmoving body. The men who watched him finally collapsed let out a cheer and began to pass on to the ones who didn't see that Tywin Lannister had fallen at the hands of King Stannis. The news quickly spread throughout the entire city, the surviving Westerlanders who heard this threw down their weapons and shouted their surrender. The ones who had been fighting the Reach and Stormland forces were taken prisoner, the ones that had been facing the Riverlands and the North however were killed on the spot. Stannis rallied the men to him and ordered ladders and a ram be brought to begin the assault of the Red Keep. The men hurried to carry out his orders and before long they marched up Aegon's Hill, their presence herald by their loud chant. From Red Keep to the Gates of the city and the shores of the Blackwater, the air was filled with the voices of thousands of soldiers yelling the same words.

"STORM KING! STORM KING! STORM KING!"

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