Not all wars were between the Lannisters and the Starks. Their wars were in climate where the trees stay green but the wood was blue. The grass was blue like the wood in this forest. The battle would be in this forest. Five thousand men against one thousand and five hundred men and women. The side with the most men usually win and since the other side had women it was a certainty the side with more soldiers would win.
The first army was the Black ManWind. The army was mostly made of lazy drunk men with no bone in their brains or elasticity, the only thing they understood was completing a mission then finding the biggest and most expensive whores. Their king and strongest man with a sword Frack Deadler was highly religious of the god who grew roots from his arms, eyes like a deer, and scars for every man's soul it captured. Those who didn't believe in this god were to fight for the right religion. Every soldier had a white broadsword with a silver blade.
The second army Black ManWind was going to massacre in blood was Ophelia Ochala. Women were allowed to fight because the men were poor at satisfying them. Nothing they try ever works with them or helps them bear children. Then one man was so angry with his the women giving him nothing he tried hacking her head off with his axe. That woman, her name was Ophelia, drived her knife through that man's neck. Blood splashed over her. She demanded a man...the man entrenched by her demands kept his manhood in her and never took it out. The way he moved his manhood made all the men look at their manhood then walk away. The man's blood spread on the luckiest man in the kingdom...all women licked and rubbed his manhood until he was squirting ribbons on their tummies. The town's tradition was to bring women to battle with men to copy this earlier phenomenon. Was it real or just a tale for young boys growing their meat for the first time?
These weren't just men and women with different ideals joining together by someone smart as Tyrion Lannister. Most of the men and women in both armies were illiterate. They weren't just illiterate, they laughed when they see a book. The men would take the books from men they thought to be warlocks and burned them. The women used the books the same way pigs used mud, to soak it in. When they bleed from their Axe wound.
A soldier didn't have to be smart, or brave, or even loyal. The king's looked for speed and power for their army. No soldier on Black ManWind army was stronger than Iywel Stormborn the second and Harterne Overstone. Harterne and Iywel always ran on the front lines together. Harterne was indebted to Iywel for saving him from a festering wound. Iywel helped Harterne with his broken temper and attitude that scares whores away. No one tells them their opinions when Harterne was near Iywel.
" Do you think we'll face the heir to the Iron Throne?" Iywel asked. He knew only the heir to the Iron Throne could stop an army like his with their numbers. Iywel wanted to lose against the heir to the Iron Throne. They'd take Iywel across the seas and make him the knight of the Seven Kingdoms. No one answered. " Didn't think so."
Iywel was cunning. He could make any lie and make anyone believe him. Right now he had to be on his guard, since the second army arrived. Two hundred men and women at the most walking on the road. Their only weapons were knives made poorly trimmed into blades.
' Where's the rest of them?' Iywel looked left and he looked right. Sometimes an army tries to sneak up to their men by moving on different sides, secretly moving behind the trees. Iywel didn't see anymore soldiers. ' Something doesn't feel right. I'm never this lucky.' Although Iywel was never lucky in his earlier days, it wasn't unreasonable the rest of the villagers were running away in the opposite direction and these soldiers were just distracting them to get away. Iywel didn't care. ' Tonight I feast with my blade dipped in Ophelia blood.'
The men charged, arms holding their swords ready to cut off their heads. The Ophelia's stood their ground and held their blades high. Iywel struck first, cutting through but not beheading one solider. He left a long fatal cut big enough to drop a head in. Killing him was more exciting then the harem Iywel had in The Reach. That's right, he was there at one time. He just waltzed into Khal Drogo of the Dothraki people's camp and had his way with the women. He left before Khal Drogo found someone of his type in his camp.
Iywel raised his sword to shield himself from the tiny blade of a Ophelia woman. The blade bounced but Iywel shook. The women in this army were the true warriors. Men were so used to them getting blood on themselves they forgot how to handle the smell of it from their own blades. Iywel moved forward, swung with his left hand, she backed away. He walked once more, swung with his right hand, she backed away once more. Her mind was tactful but she wasn't a genius at arms. After waiting for her next slash Iywel stabbed her with his blade, his blade hidden in his chainmail.
It was needless to say Iywel killed faster than the rest of the knights. What he didn't see was lots of bodies. Only men and women moving around his knights...they did nothing. The ones who were strong and the ones who were dutiful did nothing when a different Ophelia stabbed them across the chest. They didn't scream, they bleed, their blades cast a scarlet emission of bright colors over their weapons.
' This can only be the work of magic.'