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Robb
Robb's heart pounded hard, his mind silently ordering his frozen feet to move. He had never seen his father that furious. Never have he seen his father fight. He had heard stories, not from his father directly but from the accounts of his men, tales of the servants who had been alive during the war. Never did he imagine his father, the great Eddard Stark lying on the ground, looking lifeless.
"Father…" he heard Jon cry, trying his hardest to move towards Lord Stark on fours.
Edris was holding Lord Stark's sword, looked at it thoroughly, marveling at its beauty. "How splendid."
Jon could hardly stand straight, but he stood. He was catching his breath, spitting out blood.
"Do you wonder how much this sword would fetch us?" Edris asked Troy.
"Get your filthy hands off of my father's sword." Jon demanded.
Edris smirked. "You're a brave young man, Jon Snow. I've known a lot of bastards and most of them settle with what are expected of them. Nothing."
"Very well, I expect nothing from a coward like you, who only takes courage behind a hired ruffian." Jon said.
Edris laughed evily. Then after a moment, threw Ice between him and Jon.
"I sympathize with you, bastard. You were just a victim of the circumstances. Did your brother tell you exactly what happened? What he did? Did he tell you the truth? Did he tell you how lowly he thinks of you, using your name and act without any regard to you?" Edris taunted.
"Regardless, I make you a deal. See I'm not as heartless as you think I am." He smirked. "Since you're so eager to show your fighting skills, pick up your father's sword. Come on, take it. Fight Troy. If you kill him, consider Robb's debt paid. But if he kills you… well, does it matter to you what we would do?"
Troy takes out his sword. It was not as long as Ice. Fiercer, without elegance unlike his father's, as if it was only made with no other purpose but to wound and kill.
Troy looked at Jon, still his knees and hands on the ground, catching his breath.
Robb took a deep breath and out of the woods, he came out.
"Your quarrel is with me, leave my brother alone!" Robb calmly said.
Edris' smile widened. "Ha! I thought you'll never arrive, where have you been? You are so good at hiding! First behind your bastard brother's name, now behind the bush!" he insulted.
Robb took position. And as he did, Jon scrambled to his father's sword, taking Edris by surprise.
"Sneaky, bastard." Edris cursed under his breath, seeing Jon attempting to stand his ground.
"Let's end this, Edris. Right now." Robb said, gaining confidence with his brother by his side.
"As you wish, milord." Edris smirked as he signaled Troy to move. Then out of nowhere Ferros emerged.
Robb swallowed, held his sword tighter. Ferros was a bulky man. He did not realize until he was standing near him. He recalled how Jon was beaten by the two, wondered how he had survived.
Ferros took out his sword. It was same as Troy's. Deadly even just at sight.
"You take the Stark boy, I'll have the bastard cretin." Troy's voice was deep and menacing.
Ferros just chuckled.
Robb tried to scramble all of what he was taught in swords. He took glimpsed at his brother Jon, holding Ice. Jon was already tired, and compared to his sword, Ice looked heavier than his. It looked even heavier than Jon.
Jon met his eyes. They nodded at each other briefly.
Ferros charged at Robb.
Robb blocked Ferros's swings. He felt the man's force but Robb's steel was tougher. He blocked again, Ferros swerved to his right then punched Robb on his exposed chin.
Robb was pushed back. And shook his head. He spit blood, Ferros smirked. Feeling amused at him.
Robb quickly glanced at Jon worriedly. He was silent as he fought. But his brother was not gaining on Troy either.
Robb inhaled and this time he was the one who attacked Ferros. Ferros blocked all his strikes, he was not as quick as he wanted to be. But he felt Ferros was not fast either.
Ferros had no training. He fought to harm, and he was used to fighting defenseless enemies. He knew. It showed. Even Ferros' sword exposed his lack of training.
Robb thought that he just needed to be quick.
He took a deep breath and charged.
Ferros scrambled to defend himself.
And when Robb saw Ferros showed a bit of vulnerability, he quickly swung in succession, trying to hit Ferros' unguarded chest.
At Robb's last strike, Ferros bent backwards swiftly, but not as fast as Robb's hit.
His chest was cut by the tip of Robb's sword.
Ferros took a glance at his cut chest. He bled through his smock. But gave it no mind. He grew angrier when he lifted his eyes on Robb.
Ferros' breath was audible.
He swung his sword at Robb continously, taking advantage of it's lightness. And for a moment he stopped. But even before Robb can get ahold of his ground, he swung again. Screaming as their swords loudly clashed.
Robb was quick. Quicker than Ferros at least, and after he realized that he swung over Ferros' left and hit his side.
At the same time, Ferros took all the strength he had and kicked Robb on his abdomen.
Robb's breathing halted. His heart did so too. He tried to not let go of his sword as he crashed on the ground, but his hands turned weak.
Robb's vision was blurry. Keeping his lids open was even difficult.
Ferros stopped momentarily, one knee on the ground and held his wound. He knew it was deep.
Robb tried to stand, to sit at least. His vision caught Jon and Troy.
He saw his brother struggling to even stand but he was successfully blocking all of Troy's attacks. Enough to keep him alive.
Jon was cut in his arm, and he bled on his nose. It was as if Troy was toying with his brother. Hitting him, but not killing him.
And then he witnessed how Troy hit Jon's face with the handle of his sword. Jon dropped Ice. His body followed.
Troy then picked up Ned's sword and threw it away from Jon who was attempting to reach it.
Troy circled his brother. Looking at him as if thinking of menacing ways to torture Jon.
He kicked Jon in his abdomen. Then his chest. Then his face. Jon twisted on the ground.
Robb can hardly hear his brother's moans, or maybe Jon wasn't. But he could hear faint mocking laugh from Troy.
Robb froze.
"You… you drew blood on me…" Ferros sneered at Robb. Robb's eyes went back to him. Fear crept to his spine.
Robb wanted to say something back. But his injuries inside proved him to weak to speak.
He held onto his sword, seeing Ferros was taking ahold of his own sword too.
Ferros looked at him. Then slowly he marched towards him.
Robb saw it in his eyes. He was done for. He will die before the sun rise.
He apologized to his brother in his mind. He took a quick glimpse at his father. He said his goodbye.
Robb was about to stand. He drew all the energy that was left in him. He stood. And finally faced Ferros defencelessly.
Robb looked straight to Ferros. He saw darkness and threat. He wanted to close his eyes, but he was tuaght to look death straight to its eyes, may it be other's death or even his.
Then Ferros' eyes went blank. His eyes were still looking at him. His faint color draining quickly out of him.
Ferros dropped his sword, his hands slowly went to his neck.
An arrow pierce through its sides. Blood rushes out of the holes it made. Blood came out of his mouth.
Then he dropped, knelt on the ground, making a loud thud.
Robb tried to catch his breath. He looked at where the arrow came from.
"NOOOOO!" Robb heard a scream. Troy.
He did not realize how near he was to him until Troy punched him on the face.
When he dropped on the floor, he saw Troy approached Ferros' dead body.
He did not hold it. He just stood at his feet, breathing heavily out of certain fury.
Robb fell near his sword. He was fortunate enough to hold onto it. As Troy turned to him, the man lifted his sword to hit him.
Robb quickly blocked his swing. Pushing Troy's sword towards the side and kicked his shin as his elbows supported his body on the ground.
Troy growled out of pain.
Robb stood, holding his sword firmer this time.
He took a quick glimpse at his brother.
Jon was crawling towards Koreen.
'Koreen…' he whispered. She saved him. Koreen saved him, he realized.
Troy attacked Robb, but he was ready. He defended. Blocked all his strikes.
Robb swung to hit him back, all the chances he had.
They were both panting when they tired.
Then Troy recovered quicker. Anger flashed before his face again.
To Robb's shock, Troy dropped his sword. He looked on Robb, who was holding his sword steady on his hands.
He then strode towards Robb.
Robb readied himself for another swing. And when he was about to, Troy caught his hand, and forcefully hit his face with his head.
Robb's nose bled profusely, his hands scrambled for his sword but Troy took it from him as he once more fell to his knees.
His face grew numb before it hurt. He knew he cut his lip, and his nose was broken.
Then Troy's hand pull on his hair and lifted his head up.
"Do not die. Not just yet." Troy hissed at his ears. Then Troy hit Robb face with his knee.
Robb was at the brink of unconsciousness. But he fought.
Koreen saved him. She saved her life. He had no right to give up. He should not surrender, he thought.
Robb was lying on the ground. Ferros kicked him, the same way he did his brother.
Robb felt every kick. He fought to stand.
When he had a chance to stand, another blow on the face was released by Troy.
He coughed. He can barely breathe through his nose.
Not too far, he heard movements.
Robb thought it was help, the guards who were searching with them. But then it was Edris, standing beside his father and smiling contently looking at them.
"Do not die yet, boy! I will wake your father, I will show him how I will kill your bastard brother. And then I will make you watch me kill your father! I am not yet done! You must not die yet!" Troy yelled menacingly at Robb.
Robb looked at Edris, standing near Ned. He fought his tiredness.
He looked onto Troy, picking up his own sword and marching towards where his father was lying.
Troy then stopped.
An arrow.
On his back.
Robb followed where it was coming from. Praying to everything that was holy that it was the guards. Or Koreen.
Troy looked at the direction it came from.
Jon.
Troy halted from approaching Ned, he seemd unfazed with an arrow speared through his back.
He then marched towards Jon, his sword held firmer in his grip.
He saw Jon drew another one, hit Troy on his stomach.
Troy felt it, he stopped his track and knelt his one leg. He barely looked at his wound, spit blood and stood up.
Jon drew another one.
Troy ran to him. He was screaming, roaring like a monster. He was inches away from Jon. He lifted his arm to swing to his brother.
"Jon!" Robb yelled.
He can almost hear the arrow, boring its way through Troys flesh.
Troy stopped. His arm fell, so did his sword.
He fell weakly to his knees.
Robb did not know where he was hit, until the arrow pierced through his skull when he landed face forst onto the ground.
Robb saw Jon, panting. He can barely see him from the darkness. But he saw his sitting on the ground. Alive.
He then looked at his side, where Lord Stark laid.
Edris.
Edris looked at him with much fear. Apparent that the man only drew his courage from his protectors.
"Let's end this." Robb said, his glare fierce and cold.
Edris scrambled as he moved backwards. His one hand held out for plea.
"P-please… my lord…" he begged.
"No. My father should have killed you when he had the chance… you said it yourself." Robb stood, picked up his sword on his way to Edris.
"I'm not armed! I yield! I yield!" He screamed.
"You are not armed. You were not even fighting. You cannot yield." Robb flatly said as he approached closer to Edris.
"I beg you, my lord! M-mercy!" Edris frantically stutterred.
Robb then pushed Edris body against a tree. And with full force, stabbed his sword through Edris' abdomen.
Robb grimaced as he pushed his sword until the tree trunk met his steel. All the while looking at Edris' shocked eyes.
Robb only moved back when he was certain Edris was dead. He let go of his sword, turned his back on Edris, his body trapped standing in between the tree and his bloody sword.
He stood there. Shocked at himself for what he has done.
Robb then went to his father. He was breathing. Reluctantly he stood up and walked towards Jon.
Jon was holding Koreen in his arms.
Robb gulped, his feet were weak and cold. He fought his fear, marched towards the two.
"Jon…" He held on Jon's shoulder as he stood behind him. Robb saw Koreen. Her eyes were shut. She was pale, motionless, cold.
Robb took Koreen's body from Jon as he stood. He gently cradled her lifeless body on his lap, wrapping his tired arms around her as if he was protecting her from the cold.
"Father…" he said to Jon without removing his eyes on Koreen.
Jon silently obeyed.
Robb touched her face, her white lips, her red hair.
He stopped his tears, but it took over him. He held her tight. Embraced her strong.
Robb cried. He whimpered like a child as he buried his face on Koreen's neck.
She's gone. She's gone. They're gone.