Ruby Ford. 2 hours after main battle.

Tywin Lannister.

The Battle was lost. Tywin could see that very well. Robb Stark had proved to be much less green than he had thought. And now, of Tywin Lannister's host, which was once 30,000 strong, had been taken apart by the Young wolf. Ser Gregor's charge up the hill had failed and Tywin suspected that his most feared knight of the west was now dead. The wildfire had destroyed Ser Addam's cavalry, and Tywin had already learned that his brothers forces had been defeated by an ambush Robb had set. Now all that was left was Tywin's reserves, personally commanded by himself. Out of 30,000 men, only his 7,000 remained.

'' Ser Robyn Lydden,'' He commanded. '' Tell the men to retreat. We have to cross the Ruby ford.'' '' Aye my lord. Where do we go?''

'' Just give the order.'' Tywin snapped. Robyn nodded and headed off to give commands.

And so, while Robb's forces were busy dealing with the remains of Ser Kevans host, Tywin lead his reserves towards the Ruby ford, the only crossing at the Green fork other than the Twins. He had placed his men at the east bank of the Green Fork, close to the Ruby ford where he could cross to the west bank.

How Tywin hated being forced to retreat. What in seven hells had happened to his foolproof plan? Wars are not won by retreats. He thought.

They neared the Ruby ford and soon the cavalry started to cross the bridge. Tywin hung back in the center, still weary, on his mounted horse surrounded by his personal guard. I wonder what happened to Tyrion. He thought.

As his men crossed the ford, Tywin was already thinking ahead. Provided that everything went perfectly, his reserves would head towards Riverrun, to join up with his son Jaime's host, also 30,000 strong. He would take command of Jaime's forces, and then they would leave Riverrun. He would march straight back up on Robb's forces, and pay this debt with very, very high interest.

Of course plans rarely survive the first instant of battle, and conveniently, as Tywin was finishing up the details in his mind, they were attacked. They had already started crossing Ruby Ford- Tywin in the center- when they were greeted by a hail of arrows from the west bank. They came fast and all at once, over 300 of them flew across the sky and fell upon his reserves.

'' Take cover!'' A Lannister knight yelled, before the arrows descended upon the front ranks.

Northerners are good archers, which isn't surprising- they had half the wood in Westros at their disposal and all the time in the world to practice shooting. They were not as good as archers of the West, which are the cream of the Westrosi crop, but they shoot accurately and powerfully enough. Dozens of Tywin's men fell from their arrows.

'' Formation!'' Tywin yelled, clear and direct, and all of his men rushed to obey, no questions asked. They lost thousands of comrades, they needed someone like him to help them outlive today.

'' I see cavalry and infantry rushing at the bridge! They bear the Direwolf Banner!'' Shouted Tytos Brax. Tywin looked up through the woods. Another huge tide of Grey, only a couple hundred yards from his forces, catching up fast. Tywin could count at least 5000 northmen. He was going to have to break through, and escape with all haste.

'' Scatter them!'' He commanded, and his infantry and cavalry charged across the ford, meeting the northmen. Tywin showed emotion on the outside but inside, he gloated. The Young wolf might have outsmarted him, but when it came down to steel and armor, the northerners with their boiled leather and chain-mail, were of no match against the better trained and armored Red-cloaks under House Lannister.

He took out his longbow, a beautifully crafted piece of art imported from the free city of Mry, and fitted an arrow in the string. Tywin was good with all the usual weapons, but his best weapon by far was this longbow, which he had for years. He was as good a shot with a bow as Jaime was with a sword. He took a moment to observe the battle, and noticed one northern Lord directing infantry, who were pressing a large group of Red-Cloaks hard. The officer was a huge butterball for a man at war, who appeared to be of middle age. His armour did nothing to disguise how fat he was. Tywin had met many northern Lords when he was serving as Hand to Areys Targaryan. There was no family of the North who was half as obese as the Manderlys of White Harbor.

Wyman Manderly had made his name fighting during the War of Nine-Penny Kings, and he had sent his two fat sons to fight for Robb Stark.

Thwish. Went Tywin's longbow. The arrow was propelled all the way towards Manderly, and struck. The quarrel struck right above the boiled leather, sheering trough the edges of the chainmail, buried to the fletchling into Manderly's neck. The man looked stunned, blood starting to pour from the wound, and then he fell off his horse with a huge Thump. Whichever Manderly it was, Tywin killed him.

'' Excelent shot my lord.'' Tytos Brax complimented. Tywin said nothing. His archers were already positioning around him, supporting the meele units with constant hails of arrows. Lord Leo Lefford had made sure all their longbowmen were well supplied with arrows and working bows. Hail after hail, they hammered the Northmen, thinning them out, allowing for the Lannister men-at-arms to push through them. Meanwhile, Tywin continued to shoot target after target, from the safety of his lines.

He was quite certain that Robb wasn't in this host sent to 'ambush' him. In that case, Tywin hoped to kill the lord of some other major northern house. Rickard Karstark would do, or the Lord of Leeches.

'' Lord Tywin! '' Tytos Brax shouted. '' I see a wedge of Stark men, over a dozen, forcing their way into our front lines!''

Theon Greyjoy, son of the Kraken, buried his blade in the heart of the Red-Cloak facing him.

The soldier gargled out blood, and died, as Theon withdrew his blade from the soldier's heart, where he collapsed beside partner, whom Theon had already killed. He rode away, leaving two dead Red-cloaks to lay on the Ground.

Theon was fighting alongside his friend Torrhen Karstark, as they fought awash in Lannister Infantry. While Roose Bolton had lead the assault on the Lannister Reserves, Theon, Torrhen and Eddard Karstark, and over a dozen more Stark men used their shields to form into a triangular wedge formation, hoping to cut through the enemy lines and reach the Lannister archers menacing their troops.

Robb had split his force into 2, sending Roose Bolton with 4000 troops, along with Theon Greyjoy, to cross the Twins and move south on the opposite shore of the Green Fork. Both forces moved to assault Tywin Lannister's host. However, Robb predicted that Tywin might try to cross the Ruby Ford if things didn't go to plan, and so Roose Bolton was to intercept any retreat by the Lannisters, which they were doing right now. Hopefully, Robb was coming south with all haste, to reinforce them.

Thus, for the next half hour, Theon and his comrades, maintaining the structural integrity of their wedge formation, drilled their way through the Lannister formations, forcing a fissure into the men at arms and breaking through to the other side at long last.

The rest of the northmen took full advantage of their breach, plunging foreword into the fissure and went to work forcing the enemy infantry apart, eventually scattering them entirely. Meanwhile, the Lannister longbowmen continued to hail arrows upon them, slowing the efforts considerably.

Theon wiped the sweat off his forehead, still crouched behind his shield. Behind them, the northmen scattered the infantry and most of the cavalry, but the enemy longbowmen still stood in formations in the ford, accompanied by the last of the cavalry- hundreds of heavy cavalry.

Theon was astounded at how many soldiers the Lannister's had, despite the wildfire. Among the sounds of steel clashing against steel, or sinking into flesh, and the screams of dying men, Theon could vaguely hear orders to form wedges. Minutes later, to his right and left, hundreds of northmen formed into over a dozen triangle formations, protected by walls of shields. '' Foreword!'' He heard Rickard Karstark shout, and all 12-15 wedges pressed foreword.

They crashed into the archers lines almost simultaneously. Theon took point and cut a path through the archers, his men doing the same around him. The Lannister pikemen rushed foreword to reinforce the archers but to little avail. For an unknown amount of time that passed, Theon and his comrades furiously stabbed, thrust, and slashed through the enemy archers and pikemen. The archers, due to the need for greater mobility, lacked the luxury of plate armour, and the pikemen had only chainmail. The Stark Wedges cut through the Lannister defensive lines like knives through cheese, forcing the lines apart. Eventaully the archers got the bright idea of running away, and they turned tail, fleeing to put more distance between themselves and the enemies so they could continue to fight with range as their ally.

Unfortunately, they forgot one critical fact; they were fighting in a ford, where rocks lightly covered by water proved to be treacherous for running in. Many Lannister men tripped on rocks- or dead bodies, or slipped. In turn, their comrades would often trip over them. Those who kept their footing were still incredibly disorganized in their attempt to run. This of course made it all that much easier for the Northern cavalry and infantry to finish them off as they attacked with renewed force.

20 minutes later, a shout erupted not 20 meters from Theon: '' Men form up to me!''

Every head turned. It was Tywin Lannister in the flesh. He was entirely clad in magnificent Red and Golden armor. He was armed with a longsword, the steel stained gold, dripping with blood. To crown it all, he wore a giant helm that was partially formed in the shape of a Lion's head, with a crest that jutted up like a mane. He was certainly a fearsome sight. He rode a great white stallion, and was flanked by 30 of his personal guard, who instantly formed a shield wall around him, as they saw the approaching Northmen. 10 were mounted, 20 were on foot.

A medium group of Karstark Cavalry saw their opportunity and rushed head on at Tywin's guards. They crashed into the shield wall and began hacking away, cutting down several of the Red-cloak. But the Guard fought back. They held against the assault, and counter attacked, spreading out and cutting down several of the Northmen, scattering the rest.

Theon suddenly dropped his shield for a moment, and pulled his bow out from behind him, and quickly notched an arrow. '' Archers, fire on the mounted guard!'' He called out to a group of nearby northern archers. They obliged and fit arrows into their bows, wasting no time taking aim. Only to be assaulted when they least expected it. One archer was shot by an unseen enemy, another cut down by a lone Red-Cloak, forcing a third to divert his arrow's path towards said Red-cloak.

Theon fired before the rest of the archers did. His arrow sailed straight over the Lannister shield wall, past Lord Tywin's mounted guard-

- and struck Tywin's steed in its side, burying itself to the fletchling. The great stallion screamed as it crumbled to its knees, taking its rider with it. Suddenly, the personal guard was momentarily, distracted, turning to check on their commander, to help him up to his feet- not that he needed the help. Another arrow fired by an unknown archer also struck a Lannister knight, sending him falling off his horse.

Theon and his comerades never so much as uttered a word. They all knew what to do at the exact same moment. Theon picked up his shield, and his wedge formation charged straight at Tywin's personal guard. They met the infantry with a crash, cutting down the nearest enemies and forcing the rest back with their shields, pushing them back. The circle had been breached. Theon now kept that breach in their hands.

CLANG

A Lannister knight had attacked him in the side, and his sword had struck Theon's armoured upper-arm, leaving a ruptured dent in the metal. A sharp sting of pain told Theon just how far the sword had bitten. He held up his shield, and spun out of the way. He hacked downwards at the man's steed, severing its head from its body. The Knight fell with his horse, where Theon finished him off with a thrust through a chink in the man's side armor.

He looked up and found the majority of the Lannister guard was desperately fighting for their lives, against over a hundred Northmen who had joined in the fight. Tywin Lannister himself was fighting off several northmen, with only one guard fighting at his side now. Then he looked to the other side of the Ford, and saw the worst thing ever- a tide of Lannister soldiers, moving fast to reinforce their position.

'' Oh Fuck me.'' He said, before another Red-Cloak swung his sword at his neck, which he barely dodged. He took a wound to his side before he finally defeated the soldier.

Torrhen Karstark cut down yet another Red-Cloak, and saw Tywin as well. He and Theon exchanged a look, and winked. Then they both charged.

The knight - a certain Tytos Brax- raised his weapon- a very large iron War Hammer, and met Theon's attack.

Clangggggg

Brax's war hammer struck his sword, and sent it falling out of his hands. Theon clutched his hands from the sting, but had to run as Tytos delivered an underhand blow with his hammer, feeling the hammer graze his shoulder, inches away from shattering the shoulder.

Theon retreated a few steps, then grabbed an arrow from his quiver, and surprised Brax by feinting a fall. As Tytos raised his hammer to crush Greyjoy's skull, Theon suddenly launched himself up to his feet, and thrust his arrow into Brax's throat, just below the chin. He shoved the knight away, and found his sword lying on a rock, point underwater. When he pulled it up, he noticed a small crack on one side.

Meanwhile, Torrhen Karstark had decided to take the mighty Tywin Lannister on his own. They exchanged several sword blows, before, the old Lion, with stunning grace, trapped Torrhen's sword against his own, and buried a hidden dagger up to the hilt into the young man's belly.

'' Your life is revoked, effective immediately.'' Tywin snarled at the dying Karstark.

Theon stood there, staring at his dead friend, and the Triumphant Lion of Casterly Rock.

'' Not again!'' Theon yelled, and he charged at the older man.

Tywin didn't meet Theon's blade with his own. He waited until the last moment, then threw his sword at Theon. He jumped back, startled, and deflected the sword with one stroke, sending it falling away from the two men.

The distraction served, and Tywin grabbed Theon by the throat with his left hand. With his right hand, he thrust his dagger into Theon's side. Theon had barely twisted away in time, preventing the blade from going all the way to the hilt. Still it went half way, and he was forced to drop his sword, in favour of grabbing Tywin's dagger hand, to keep it from going any deeper.

Unfortunately, Tywin's other hand tightened on Theon's throat. '' I suppose a lesson should be in order. Such as, a Lion never loses his claws. ''

Theon gasped for air, but the more he exhaled, the more Tywin's fingers tightened on his Adam's apple.

And Tywin was grinning, so full of hate and malicious intent that it reached his eyes. It was the scariest thing Theon had ever seen. He was starting to lose consciousness. Soon his hold on Tywin's dagger hand would slip and that would be the end of him.

His options boiled down to one crazy move. His feet started climbing up Tywin's armoured figure, scrambling like he was climbing a wall, until his feet were on Lannister's shoulders.

'' Arrgh!'' Tywin threw the completely off balanced Theon to the ground and stumbled back a few paces.

Theon inhaled a huge lungful of air, thankful for being able to breath again. He rolled to the side and scrambled for a weapon- he only had seconds before Tywin Lannister was upon him. His fingers grasped a war hammer that had once been wielded by Tytos Brax. He picked it up, in time to meet Tywin's attack, who now held his sword again.

CLANG.

Went the clash between an Iron Hammer and a steel sword. The older man was thrown back, and that was all Theon needed- he delivered a blow to Lannister's armored ribs and send the man sprawling to the ground. Theon dropped his hammer- it was far too heavy for him to properly wield and the two blows he had struck with it had almost torn his arms off.

Theon staggered towards the fallen Lannister, finding and picking up not his own cracked sword, but Lannister's own golden longsword. He stepped over his fallen foe and forced back his visor. Underneath, Tywin's expression was a cross between a grimace and a sneer. '' You have just dug your own grave, Greyjoy.'' He said.

'' No, I've just dug your's.'' Theon gasped. The end of his sword pricked Tywin's throat, and a drop of ruby red blood spilled out. '' I don't forget my debts either. Shall we find out if your truly shit gold?'' He drove the point home, shoving it through Lord Tywin's windpipe. He withdrew the sword with a jerk. Blood spilled out like a ruptured wineskine, running pure red, but not a trace of gold. Tywin choked on his blood, as it seeped out of his mouth.

Theon was by now almost exhausted. He himself was losing blood fast. But he tore the Lion's head helm off its dying owner, and held it up high.

'' TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD! YOUR COMMANDER HAS BEEN SLAIN! THE LORD OF CASTERLY ROCK IS DEAD!''

And with that, the helm slipped from Theon's hand, and he passed out, right beside his fatally wounded foe.

Robb Stark.

Ser Kevans forces had been defeated, the remains scattered into the woods. There had been no sign of the Imp, but Robb didn't care. After they had defeated the majority of Tywin's host, they got word of Tywin's reserves retreating south to Ruby Ford. Robb Stark had allowed his men a 30 minute break, and then his cavalry rode with all haste towards the Ford, hoping to get there in time to reinforce Roose Bolton and crush the last of Lord Tywin's army. They arrived within 3 hours, where they saw the battle.

Roose Bolton had so far succeeded, preventing Lord Tywin's reserves from crossing the Ford, but the battle was a relative stalemate. One minute, the Lannisters pushed Bolton all the way to the West bank, 5 minutes later, they were fighting in the middle again. Thousands of bodies littered the Ruby Ford, turning the light water cover bright Red.

'' Winterfell!'' Robb cried, and they charged, hitting the Lannisters from behind. That was it. They carved through the scattered men and within an hour, successfully routed the Reserves. Robb cut down several more foes, before finally the few surviving Lannister soldiers surrendered.

He met Roose Bolton mounted at the center of the ford. '' A decisive Victory my lord.'' Roose bowed slightly. '' We scattered them. I am told you wiped out the rest of Tywin's army. The Realm has not seen such a victory since the Battle of the Trident, where King Robert slew Rhaegar Targaryan. ''

Robb nodded. '' What about Tywin himself. Did he escape?''

'' My lord!'' It was Eddard Karstark, riding straight to Robb, tears streaking down his face. '' Its Theon. I found him unconsious and bleeding, just to the south!''

'' Take me to him, now!'' Robb ordered. I have sent thousands of men to their graves today. He thought. Karstark took him straight towards the edge of the Ford, where Theon lay unconsious, face up. A healer was tending to him, binding his wounds. '' Theon!'' Robb dismounted and ran towards his fallen friend. '' What happened to him?'' He asked the healer, a young woman from the Twins.

'' He was stabbed in the lower ribs. He was also strangled, but is still alive. The wound isn't too deep. I bound it for now, but he will need full medical attention if he is to recover fully. '' The healer said.

'' Who did this to him?'' Robb demanded. The healer pointed, and he turned. Robb had been so focused on the condition of his friend Theon, that he had not bothered to notice the man right beside him. The man wore Lannister armor, clad in red and gold armor. His helm had been removed. Robb saw the man's mouth was wide open, full of blood. His emerald eyes were wide open in shock. Beneath his chin, his throat had been slit, blood still streaming from the wound.

It was the corpse of Lord Tywin Lannister.

Robb could hardly have been more shocked. His friend Theon had taken Tywin Lannister head on and killed him. '' Take Theon away, make sure he lives!'' He commanded. '' Aye My lord.'' Theon was taken away by a group of soldiers and the healer, to safety.

The Blackfish dismounted from his horse and walked towards Robb. '' Robb, are you alright?'' Robb nodded, and looked up. '' The Battle is over. We have won.'' Bryden nodded, and looked down. He swore aloud. '' That... that was Tywin Lannister. Who killed him?'' '' Theon did.'' Robb answered. '' He was badly wounded though, they're taking him back to camp to make sure he recovers fully.''

'' Well, I have to say that your Greyjoy friend is more capable than I thought. At anyrate, Tywin's brother, Ser Kevan Lannister has been captured. He was missing his right hand, but he'll make it. The Imp is missing, as we suspected. He must have fled. Most likely he'll flee west to join the Kingslayer's host besieging Riverrun. ''

Roose stepped towards Robb. '' Greyjoy terrified our enemies. Before he passed out, he raised the helm of Tywin Lannister and shouted to all present that the Lord Of Casterly Rock is dead. That broke the remaining Red-cloaks, and they were disorganized. It turned the battle into a rout. It reminds me of the Battle of the Trident during Roberts Rebellion. This was more or less the same place that Robert slew the Bard Prince. It appears that the Trident is no place for royal armies during rebellions. ''

Robb Stark.

Tywin Lannister's armored corpse and helm had been taken away towards the Northern encampment. Robb rode with Roose Bolton, Ser Bryden Tully, the Karstarks, and his personal guard, back to the encampment, where his mother waited.

His mother's sheer relief at her son's survival was undeniable. Afterwards, he went to where the prisoners were held captive.

Ser Kevan Lannister was still wearing his armor, having not yet been stripped of it. His right hand had been lost in battle, so ropes tied his arms at the elbows and at the wrists. Another prisoner was beside him. His hair was long and Red, and on his breast plate was a burning tree with orange flames and smoke. '' Who are you?'' Robb demanded. The prisoner looked him right in the eye. '' Addam. Ser Addam Marbrand. '' '' We found him unconscious, close to the wildfire. He says he was the cavalry commander, knocked away from the blast at the last second. '' A northern soldier said. ''

Ser Addam smirked. '' So this is the Young Wolf. I have to admit that was a little impressive, though I will not praise the man who burned my men. Where did you get the Wildfire? I thought no northern castles posessed it. I daresay it was because everything freezes in the North. So did you get it at the Twins?''

'' I provided the wildfire due to an agreement between Stark and my Lord Father.'' Walder Rivers spoke up. Addam sneered. '' Ah, so Bastard Walder gets the credit? I think the first thing I will do when I am free of these chains is cut you down to size for what you did to my men. I might not be a Lannister but I still pay my debts.''

'' You won't be getting out of those chains anytime soon.'' Robb said. Marbrand looked at him again. '' Well, the Green Boy wants to gloat. All hail the Young Wolf, who in a single stroke destroyed the Lannisters, and will live happily ever after. But wait- we have another host to the west. Its just as big as our host, and its commanded by Ser Jaime Lannister. 30,000 westermen. Do you have 30,000 men, Lord Stark? I don't think so. Our scouts said you had only 20,000 men coming down on us, and I don't know but I would say you lost at the very least, 7,000. You think you won? You just attacked half of us. ''

He looked away from Robb Stark to his mother Catalyn. '' Well if it isn't Ned Stark's wife. You're a Tully by blood right? Well Ser Jaime has a host of 30,000 at your front door in Riverrun. Please tell me you don't consider the grey wasteland of the North home now.''

'' Enough.'' Robb snapped. '' If you think I am scared of the Kingslayer, your're wrong Marbrand.'' He reached into a bag provided by Ser Rodrik Cassel, and pulled out two helms. '' I believe you recognize the Mountain that rides? This is his helm.'' He tossed it at Addam Marbrand.

'' And I am the one who killed him.'' Dacey Mormont stepped foreword. Ser Addam looked impressed. '' So a woman has bested the Mountain? Can't say I expected that. Gregor was a savage brute, I'll admit that. He's not likely to be missed by anyone, least of all his brother the Hound.''

'' And this is the helm of Tywin Lannister.'' Robb showed him the helm. Kevan's head snapped up and his face turned to a mixture of agony and horror as he saw the helm of his dead brother. '' You're commander is dead. You lost. Take them away, and put them both in Iron chains.'' Robb commanded.

The soldiers forced up Ser Kevan and Ser Addam, but the latter wasn't done yet. '' Jaime will crush you, sooner or later. But we can end this war right now, Stark. Save thousands of your men. I challenge you to a single combat. No fancy strategies, just steel on steel. As Lord of Winterfell, you fight for the Starks, and I fight on behalf of Jaime Lannister. I fight just as well as he does. Swords, knives, arrows, any weapon goes. We can end this, here and now.'' He looked Robb in the eye as he spoke.

Robb returned the stare. '' If as you claim, you are as good at sword fighting as the Kingslayer, then you would win. We are not going to do it you're way. Take them away.''

'' All hail the cowardly Lord of Winterfell.'' Addam sneered. The Smalljon struck him in the gut. '' How dare you speak that way to Lord Stark?'' '' As I said, take him away.'' Robb ordered. The soldiers took the prisoners away. '' Come along lions, time to put you in a pen.'' One said.

Scores of northmen started cheering their victory. Robb however was not joining in their cheer. A shadow was weighing on his face. '' I just sent at least 7,000 men to their graves today.'' He lamented. Dacey heard. '' And we put over 25,000 Red-cloaks into their own graves. Plus Tywin Lannister and his Mad dog. The Old Gods and the new shall sing of their sacrifices. ''

'' Aye, but the dead won't hear them, nor see their dead foes in hell. '' Robb said. He stepped up to face his victorious soldiers. '' We have won. We killed the Lord of Casterly Rock and smashed his host. But one victory does not make us conquerors. Did we free my father? Did we rescue my sisters from the Queen? Did we lift the Kingslayer's siege of Riverrun? Did we free the North from those that want us on our knees? We have come a long way, but this war is far from over.''

He turned away, and headed to the infirmary tent. To visit Theon Greyjoy. The healer said that he was unconscious, under Milk of the Poppy and a sleeping drought, but the wound was clean and in the process of being stitched. Relieved, Robb left the tent for his own. After the battle, he was exhausted. He wanted to be up for tonight, so no one would blame him for taking a rest.

He smiled. This was his first battle, and the first battle of many of his men. And they had destroyed Tywin Lannister's army. Before he reached his bed, he noticed the map on his table, that he had used when debating strategy with his bannermen, untouched. He flicked the Lion map marker representing Tywin's host, sending it falling over the table.

Theon Greyjoy.

Theon came to, to find himself on a stretcher, in a Grey Tent, full of wounded. Medics and wounded soldiers were crowding all over the place. He raised his head up and took a deep breath. Immediately, pain pierced his ribcage. He would have to rest for a while.

'' Hello?'' He asked aloud.

A nurse stopped in front of him- a skinny dark haired woman. '' Oh, your up finally. Congratulations, Alpha Lion Slayer.''

'' What did you call me?''

'' Its what everyone has been calling you, ever since you slew Lord Tywin. We feared for your life.''

'' Well here I am, up and alive. What news of the battle?''

The Nurse went to work changing his bandage, and Theon got a look at the dagger wound Tywin had been so generous in giving him. As she was changing it, she explained the situation. '' You've been out for over three hours. The battle is over, and Robb has won. Tywin's host has been scattered to the wind... what's left of it. Unfortunately, we took heavy casualties, as you might be able to guess. '' She glanced towards the rest of the infirmary, overflowing with wounded.

'' Do you think you can walk?'' The Nurse asked. '' No offence, but all the medics are being overwhelmed by wounded, who have far more serious injuries than a kitchen knife in the ribs, which by the way, has not hit any vital organs. You just won't feel like a million gold dragons for a while. Take it easy, walk as little as possible. Take lots of rest- just do it in your own tent. ''

Theon grimaced. '' I'll try.'' He forced himself up, slowly and tried walking. His ribs hurt but other than that, his legs worked fine. He felt his throat, and winced as his fingers pressed on the bruises on his neck, where Tywin had been strangling him.

The nurse looked amused. '' Your bruises will heal in time. Now if you can walk, you can get out of here. ''

'' Thanks.'' Theon said, as he turned to leave. Just as he was about to leave the door, he turned. '' Hey what's your name by the way?''

'' Jeyne Rivers.''

Theon stepped out of the infirmary tent and took a breath of fresh air. The sun was setting in the west by now.

He really had been out for a while. Robb's forces had attacked Tywin's host just before sunrise, and he had killed Lord Tywin during the afternoon.

He wandered through the camp, walking slowly and breathing headed off to a Bon-fire and found his friend Robb Stark close by, with the Smalljon Umber, Daryn Hornwood, Eddard Karstark, and Dacey Mormont.

'' Robb! Robb, wait up!'' He called out.

Robb and his guard turned and spotted him. When Stark saw his friend alive and well, his face split into a wide grin. '' Nice to see your alive. We won!''

'' That was a crazy stunt you pulled off!'' Daryn told Theon. '' You scared the shit out of the Red-cloaks when you held up that bloody helm and shouted 'The Lord Of Casterly Rock is Dead!. Afterwards, it became more of a rout and we scattered the few survivors. What possessed you? ''

'' I chanced upon the old Lion with several of his personal guard. The Lannister stabbed me and started strangling me. I didn't like that one bit.''

Theon turned to Eddard Karstark. '' My condolences for your brother's death. ''

Karstark nodded sombrely. '' You killed my brother's killer, that makes you a damned hero in my eyes. ''

'' Everyone is calling you a Hero.'' Dacey said. '' You killed the Lannister's top man and severely demoralized his men. '' She took a sip of wine, and only then did Theon realize that she was not drinking out of a goblet, but a giant steel helm.

'' Dacey? What is...that?'' He asked.

'' Oh this?'' Dacey turned the helm rightside up, spilling the wine onto the ground. '' The helm that once belonged to 'Ser' Gregor Clegane. I cut his head off after he murdered the Greatjon Umber. Makes for a nice drinking chalice. ''

'' You killed Gregor Fucking Clegane and you don't get a scratch?'' Theon showed her his bruises where Tywin had strangled him, and the knife wound.

'' Tis a flesh wound. By the way, the camp is going to have a feast tonight.'' Dacey announced.

'' I thought we were at war here!''

'' We are.'' Dacey agreed. '' But the Smalljon lead some men, after the battle, to plunder the empty Lannister encampment. Hours later, he came back hauling carts full of food, fodder, wine, weapons, and armor. We convinced Robb to celebrate.''

Daryn Hornwood clapped Theon on the back. '' Look at yourself Theon! Why so quiet? Hours ago you killed Tywin Lannister, the lord of fucking Casterly Rock, and you barely paid it any mind. Do you know what this means?

'' It means that the war has been won?'' Theon guessed.

Daryn shook his head in frusteration. '' It means that, in an understatement, the Kingslayer, and Queen Cersei will be very displeased.''

Theon smirked. '' I didn't join this war to please the Lannister's, if you may guess.''

Robb was looking serious at him now. '' Daryn's right Theon. The Lannister's are not the forgiving sort, they're one of the more vicious families when it comes to war. '' A Lannister always pays his debts.'' They annihilated two of their own sworn houses over a rebellion. And how they might feel about the one who killed their Lord of Casterly Rock...''

He left the rest unspoken. Death would be a paradise. ' Only if we don't kill them all first. ''

Robb nodded. ''The war isn't won yet. We still have the Kingslayer to deal with.''

'' He's all the way out west to Riverrun. The Crownlands are wide open. '' Theon said.

'' Like I said, we talk tomorrow. In the meantime, we have a feast to attend to.'' Robb said, and he turned to Dacey. ' We have a gift for you.'' Mormont opened up a bag beside him, and pulled out three objects.

'' We figured they would be good trophies for you.'' Dacey said, and and handed Theon the Red and Grey helm of Tywin Lannister, now washed clean from the blood of its former owner, and polished as well. The second object was a large bow, shiny, and polished. It had a quiver with over 15 arrows, all long, flexible, with narrow heads. It was... beautiful. And it was his.

The third item was a longsword. Slightly wider than Theon's own sword, the steel was stained with gold, and the hilt itself was plated with gold. He recognized that blade.

The Sword of Tywin Lannister. Which was also the sword that slew him. Theon gasped. '' I never thought I would have such fancy weapons.''

'' You earned it.'' Robb grinned. '' You also helped break the Lannister lines with your wedge tactics. ''

'' Try the helm on. It fit me, but it belongs to you. Gregor's helm is too large for me.'' She encouraged.

Theon found it fit him almost perfectly.

Robb grinned. '' Well the feast isn't going to wait all year. Lets go!''

At the feast, Theon was amused to be greeted with names such as Alpha Lion Slayer!, and Lion crusher!

My, this could be fun.

Woods just away from the Green Fork.

Tyrion Lannister.

Bronn cut down another branch in his way, and rode through the new clearing, Tyrion not far behind him.

'' Seven Hells, this is a bloody mess.'' Bronn grumbled.

'' Well aren't you glad that I listened to you?'' Tyrion shot back.

'' Had to yell at you. You were so eager to continue fighting. I had to yell in your face that we were gonna die if we didn't get the fuck out of there.'' Bronn replied.

Tyrion sighed. Bronn was right. The two of them, and what was left of their Mountain Clansmen and a couple thousand Red-cloaks, had fled the battle as soon as Ser Kevan's infantry and Cavalry were defeated. There was no point in fighting- the battle was lost and Tyrion knew it. Things were already bad when Robb used Wildfire to light Ser Addam's cavalry right up. Even worse when his infantry cut Ser Gregor and his men down to size on top of that hill. When Ser Kevan's forces were surrounded and defeated, Tyrion knew there was noting they could do. 1 hour later, here they all were.

'' Lord Tyrion!"

Tyrion spun around, and saw another rider, who had just arrived to join Tyrion's fleeing forces. '' I came here as fast as I could. Your father is dead. His reserves were ambushed and slaughtered. Our army is lost.''

Dead. Tyrion thought. My father is dead. He stopped for a while. All his life he had tried to please the man that so hated him. The same man that had tried to put him on the front lines to die. Ironic isn't father? You thought I would die while you took the glory for yourself. Now look who's rotting in the Seven Hells. It seemed the Seven Gods had justice afterall.

'' Nothing we can do for them. Continue marching west.'' Tyrion commanded. '' Aye my lord.''

'' So how far is the Kingslayer away from here?'' Bronn asked.

'' Last I heard, he was besieging Riverrun. ''

'' I'm sorry about your old man's death.'' Bronn said.

'' Don't be sorry. With him gone, either Jaime or myself is the Lord of Casterly Rock. At the very least, we can drink and whore till the end of ages and there's not a bloody thing father can do about it anymore.'' Tyrion joked.

Bronn shrugged. And the two of them, with 2500-3000 westermen at their backs, continued to march west.

This is part two of the Battle of Green Fork. I originally had it one chapter but then I edited it and split the chapter in half. The battle of Ruby ford is actually somewhat a separate battle from main battle of Green Fork- in which the majority of Tywin's host was wiped out, but Tywin himself was not present. I decided I didn't really like how I wrote the battle originally and did a lot of editing.

Edit: A wedge formation was a popular military tactic back in Anciant Times. Basically, a group of soldiers form a triangle, shields up, and they use their shield walls and weapons to break through enemy lines. During the time of the Ancient Roman Empire, the Roman military used this tactic often, to break the enemy formations. This tactic was often key to winning decisive battles. Therefore, using such a tactic would seem logical for the Starks against the more greatly numbered Lannisters.

As far as I know at the moment, there is only one other Fanfiction story where Robb Stark forsakes his Kingslayer Ambush, in favour of a full on assault on Tywin's army, and its in the A Song Of Ice and Fire archive. Its titled '' Crossing the Freys.'' written by author JohnnyHarder.

Next chapter: With Tywin's army functionally destroyed, only Jaime's army of 30,000 at Riverrun is left on the field, and they are not happy at all.

And how does the world react to Tywin Lannister's death?