Iyumi knew half of these men and none of them would be so terrified in battle they would just stand there and let their enemies cut them down. They would emulate their opponents moves to make it look like they were fair and honorably then plant their foot before putting their blades through their necks or taking a knife out to stab one eye. These men were either put under some kind of magical spell or lost their brains. These men were already brainless as it as, so they had to have brains before losing them.

Iyumi found his answer. Hidden behind the trees he saw three witches. These weren't witches of the mortals; these witches were hideous, scary, and undead. Their eyes reflected horror and souls forever burned by green flames. Each which had one to three eyes. There was the first witch whose eye was big and sheeny like a girl's hair, the second had two eyes small but dull like a giant's, and the third had three eyes in a straight line.

A Ophelia man jumped Iyumi with his small blade. Iyumi dived out of the way. He kept backing away as the man swung his sword. Iyumi had to watch his throat from being slit. Iyumi paid no mind to the army of frozen soldiers behind him, who the Ophelia man managed to miss. During the chaos Iyumi saw five men have their throats slit as tiny drops of blood trickled down their necks. Not only were they frozen but their blood was moving slowly. Strong swords littered the area. They once belonged to good men Iyumi was going to miss…no brains and no feelings, but good men with families and act for their king.

Iyumi tries swinging his sword, but he missed his swing when the Ophelia man rolled. He pulled out a sword half the length of Iyumi's and relentlessly swung at his throat; alerting Iyumi to block with his sword. A loud noise came tumbling towards Iyumi. No one else but Ophelia men and women were around. He was a dead man…

A sword ripped through the Ophelia's man stomach. There wasn't any breastplate for that stomach, the poor fool. Like a pig pile of pig guts his arms feel out and he fell on the ground dead. No burial and no burning for him. On top was Harterne, kicking him over to show his organs.

" Don't eat that!"

Harterne would eat that man's organs. Organs tasted like rabbits to him. His hunger dissipated, erased and ready to fight on. They had a war to win.

Stupid people let their guard downs. When they moved to kill a man they either had a hammer to their brains, a knife in the back of the neck, or a sword in their heel and then a sword to the neck. So much blood and guts over the ground…Iyumi couldn't help but throw up in his mouth. Why did they have to go to war? They both need something, sure, but that doesn't mean every war has to die for land. They weren't the Stark's and the Lannisters. Back when the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen was still alive Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark worked together to stop him, and Aerys was killed by Jamie Lannister the "King Slayer". Why are they fighting each other now? Because Robert Baratheon is dead? Because his son Joffrey Baratheon took the throne? Iyumi never gets why people start war. What circumstances make war and what circumstances stop war?

Iyumi had to understand that sometimes men don't work together like him and Harterne. Iyumi struck first and then Harterne guarded him. A woman charged at him with her axe, Iyumi raised his sword but struck with her hammer. The staggering force of the hammer weakened her enough for Iyumi to behead her. Beheading was easy with a sharp blade. King's talk about having honor, but it's people like Iyumi who were at a disadvantage. They didn't have swords like theirs or who armies behind them. They only had their wits and whatever sword they were given by their father's, like a hammer. A small hammer that can only hit nails but also bashes open people's brains.

A man went right through his sword to his chest, luckily with an axe the bomb bastard. His arm protects him from an axe. Harterne kicked him off the ground and impaled him with his sword. Even so, Harterne left himself off guard against two men. Iyumi ran ahead of him and slashed both chest's open with a swift swing. Their hazy eyes glared at Iyumi before their deaths. Iyumi returned their attention with a bored look.

" We needed five thousand soldiers to beat these cruds?" Iyumi smirked, clutching his sword with one hand as his left hand was in deep pain. It felt cold then numb. The pain was swirling inside Iyumi giving him his strength of how he swung a sword.

Iyumi counted fifty men and women left. Angry, perhaps in rage over the resentment and hatred towards Iyumi. Failure was set in their minds. Failure to win even though they only had two soldiers to fight…they now had over four thousand. The other soldiers were freed from their magic.

" Retreat for now!" A Ophelia men shouted. Victory was sapping from their clutches. They turned their armor less loincloth asses around and ran straight towards home.

" Horaaa!" The men cheered. To them victory was certain and they felt strong and mighty instead of worthlessness of not doing anything.

" Three cheers for Iyumi Stormborn and Harterne Overstone!"

" Horaaa!" First cheer.

" Horaaa!" Second cheer.

" Horaaa!" The third and final cheer. You might think they were cheering for him defeating over fifty soldiers. If you think so you're wrong. They cheer for Iyumi every battle because Iyumi is their best warrior.

Iyumi is the best warrior. The only thing Iyumi hasn't accomplished was meeting King Joffrey. His mother gave him a medallion that proclaimed him a knight for the Lannisters like his father. Today, Iyumi thought, that silly medallion may have saved his life as well the life of Harterne. The medallion protected him from magic.

Iyumi knew those witches were still out there. They were watching him, waiting for him, wondering how a man like him could have broken their magic. This wasn't the last Iyumi would see of them.