The sounds of battle raged on outside the gate. The cries of death caused Arya to pace back and forth with Needle in her hand. "I can't take it anymore. How can we sit here while they die? I'm going!"
"Fuck it, the girl's right. We're just sheep waiting to be slaughtered in here," The Hound snarled in pent up animosity.
"Exactly, and I'm no sheep," Arya's eyes blazed with ferocity. "I'm a Wolf."
"Normally, I'd argue," Brienne sighed. "But we cannot do anything from in here. I don't want to wait for them to tear down that gate and overrun the castle. We would stand no chance."
Gendry rose, hammer in hand. "Let us all join the fight."
The four warriors slipped out of the gate and into the chaos. The dead army had stopped their assault up the middle and instead were attempting to flank the Unsullied. The majority of the Dothraki had spent their arrows. They, too, were eager to join the fight. The Hound hopped onto the nearest riderless horse and charged. The Dothraki took notice of his bravery and saw their chance to follow. The screams grew as the horde began their advance. The Hound had no idea he was leading Dothraki screamers into battle: He had merely wanted to make a difference. Ahead of the Dothraki, Arya, Brienne and Gendry formed a triangle in a defensive formation which kept the advancing Wights from gaining ground.
An advancing giant killed three men and their horses with a single swing of his club. Jamie knew he had to be taken out or the line would be broken. He caught Greyworm's eye and nodded towards the giant. Greyworm acknowledged that he understood. Gathering a few Unsullied to him, he raced towards the giant with Jamie close behind. The first spear hit the giant in the shoulder, but he paused for only a moment to rip out the spear and shatter it into splinters. He swung his head towards his attacker and bellowed a roar that caused even brave Greyworm to hesitate momentarily. Then Greyworm gathered himself and resumed the attack on the giant. Two spears thrown by the Unsullied struck their mark. As the second landed in his chest, he roared again and heaved the first back at the Unsullied and took his head off. Taking advantage of the distraction, Greyworm crept just beneath the giant's girth and rammed his sword hilt into the giant's bulging gut, causing him to double over. Reeling in pain, the giant swatted Greyworm into a boulder, hard, and he fell unconscious. Then, removing the spear from his chest, the giant grabbed Greyworm and readied the spear to end Greyworm's life. Having seen the skirmish going badly, Jamie had sent his horse galloping full tilt at the giant. He leapt from his horse, sword drawn, and plunged it deep into the giant's throat.
Greyworm shook his head back and forth to erase the ringing of his ears and regain his bearings. He warily rose to his feet, eyes scanning the immediate area for a weapon. His eyes locked on a golden hand protruding from the snowfall and his keen eyes quickly located Jamie under the fallen giant. Only Jamie's torso was visible. Slowly, Greyworm approached and knelt beside Jamie's still form. Gently, he shook Jamie but fast realized that Jamie wasn't lying on the spear but that the spear had managed to pierce him under his right arm. A thin, slow trickle of blood began to redden Jamie's once spotless golden Lannister armor. Greyworm called two Unsullied over. Together they pulled him from beneath the giant's corpse and carried him into the castle where the maesters would tend to his wounds. From his position at the gate, Greyworm surveyed the battlefield. All seemed lost, for the dead army had penetrated their lines and advanced upon the castle. He had failed his Queen.
Suddenly, the air was rent with the hornfair of a thousand trumpets. The valley rang the sound and caused Greyworm to spin around. Atop the hill to the west emerged a massive line of cavalry, some colored in silver and dark blue; others were clad in dark green and gold. Greyworm could not make sense of the Houses coming to aid them, but to their aid they were clearly coming. Resolutely, he picked up a spear off the ground and found his helmet. There was hope for this day. He would keep fighting.
Elfwine led the Rohirrihm's charge into the left flank of the dead army while Eldarion and Isuldii charged forward with the Gondor Knights. Aragorn led the remaining forces around the castle in an attempt to secure the eastern side. Gimli and Legolas were to lead a small unit on foot tasked with making their way to the front gate. They had about fifty dwarves and twenty Dunedain rangers along with the Hobbits and their friends.
The Knights of Gondor split into two forces as they hastily approached their enemy. Half of the forces remained with Prince Eldarion and they crushed into the enemy's front line. The Princess, Isuldii, led her Knights to the right flank of the dead army in order to close the pincer. The White Tree of Gondor waved high in the wind as the Knights ferociously trampled the Night King's soldiers. The roaring cavalry had tactically ripped open a path to the castle. Prince Elfwine lead his Rohirrihm in a sweeping tide of green cloaks, quickly flooding scores of wights with steel.
Aragorn and his men rounded the corner of the eastern wall of the castle in hope to flank the enemy and drive them away. The King of Gondor reared his horse and halted as soon as they had turned. He had noticed movement within the snow just a few yards in front of them. A sudden frenzy of teeth and blood overtook Aragorn and tore him from his horse. It was a polar bear with fiery sapphire eyes. Aragorn's companions appeared to also be fighting bears as well as ice-spiders the size of hounds. The Night King had foreseen their tactics and set his malicious snare. Aragorn drew his sword, Anduril, The Flame of The West. He braced his body for impact and kept his blade between him and the great predator. The bear flashed its bloody teeth and charged Aragorn.
Above the battle soared Drogon, bearing Khaleesi."Dracarys!" Khaleesi cried out. The great dragon unleashed his flames upon the dead army below. Rhaegal and Jon darted through a volley of arrows and decimated the archers. Dragonfire seared the earth and kept the wall of fire high before Winterfell. The Night King sat atop Viserion, overlooked the battle with the White Walkers. He locked eyes with Jon and raised his staff. The second wave of wights began to march forward as their White Walkers raised staffs at the Night King's signal. He waved ten of the White Walkers forward as well.
"Dany!" Jon yelled. "We have to get back to the castle. He is sending the White Walkers now!" Daenerys glanced toward the approaching force and nodded to Jon. They flew back to warn Winterfell.
"Forty-eight!" Gimli yelled.
"Sixty-seven already!" Legolas answered. Their group had managed to fight to the small gate of Winterfell. Legolas fixed his eyes on a trio that had formed a defensive position near the gate. His group followed him as they moved to reinforce Arya, Brienne and Gendry. Gimli's throwing-axe crumbled a wight to the ground as he barrel-rolled through the legs of another and struck him with his axe.
"Who are you?" Brienne asked the group of misshapen men who had just joined them.
"Well, I'm Gimli!" Gimli called during a lull in the clash. "We received a raven that claimed you required aid. I don't know how it made the long journey to Middle-Earth. The raven was a great white beast of a bird with a wolf's head seal. Through the cunningness of elves, we found you."
Gendry smashed three wights with one swift swing of his hammer. "I'm not sure where Middle-Earth is, but we appreciate the help!" Gendry replied to Gimli. With the reinforcements they managed to secure a firm hold before the gate. They crouched behind the overturned wagons to catch their breath. Aragorn and five bloodied men stumbled into the defensive circle. Blood covered most of Aragorn's face and torso. Legolas grabbed his King.
"Aragorn!" What happened?" Legolas asked as he examined his king's wounds.
Aragorn caught his breath as he leaned on Legolas. "They seemed to know our plan. There were bears and ice-spiders. Ancient evils are at work here. They seem to have great strength in these lands," Aragorn replied. "I still have strength to fight. Though I fear we lost a great number of men to the ambush." Taking a deep breath, he raised his sword and returned to the fight.