A/N: None of these characters are mine, except one, and they're all owned by Mr. George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 24 Tyrion V

Tyrion

Tyrion Lannister was as motionless as a gargoyle, hunched upon one knee on the ramparts with Gendry and the King. They were all watching the River that only the day before had been alive with fishermen, merchants, and wharves but was now ablaze with wildfire. Most of Aegon's fleet was on fire, as were whatever ships Gendry had made in the small amount of time he had to build. "I'm sorry," Tyrion had told him, when the first lit pot was sent flying out of the catapult. He had only laughed and watched the pot fly through the air, connecting with one of Aegon's ships. Just like they had done to Stannis's ships before, the wildfire had turned Aegon's into a huge funeral pyre with the screams of his burning men. Now the air was full of smoke and arrows and the screams of charring men, both Aegon's and James's alike.

I see that wildfire hasn't changed, Tyrion thought as he watched the hot green death swirling toward their rafts and carracks and ferries, borne on the current of the Blackwater. "It's beautiful," James had said when the green fire had finally destroyed some of Aegon's ships. Now the Myrish galleys were flashing the green light, and Tyrion realized that everybody within King's Landing was seeing this again. Many commoners, smallfolk, highborn captains, and the like who were here for the first Battle of King's Landing were now seeing the wildfire for the second time. For what people were already deeming the second Battle of King's Landing.

"Be careful with those fucking pots!" Tyrion barked at two men-at-arms who were re-loading the catapult. "One of them knocks into another, and we are all blown to seven hells! Do you hear me?"

They both nodded, as they struggled to place it into a catapult. That was my idea, Tyrion said to himself. The reason why they could not build so many ships were not only because they cost money, but it was because most of the funds were going towards the building of the catapults. It took a lot of convincing on Tyrion's part to assuage the King towards seeing this, and he knew he wouldn't regret it. By now a dozen fires had begun to rage under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than a flickering lighted candle that was slowly smoldering. The clouds caught the color of the burning river and the sky had reflected it in shades of green, that was remarkably as beautiful as the first time around. So eery, yet so beautiful. I wouldn't have to be using this blasted wildfire if Daenerys could call out to her dragons, or if Varys didn't release them with Baelish.

"Our ships wouldn't be turned into kindling right now if we had those damn dragons," Tyrion heard James mutter.

"Should we fire more pots?" Gendry asked Tyrion, motioning over to the big pile that were collecting by the catapults.

"This," Tyrion stuttered, still captivated by the green flames, "should be suffice. Let them burn."

The men cringed as they heard another explosion out on the water, all of them turning their heads at the same time to notice another one of the hulks being engulfed by the hungry flames. The blast was so bright that they had to shield their eyes, and the same plumes that costumed Stannis before were now continuing to feast upon Aegon's army. For a moment they were washing out the ear-piercing screams, and the fire looked as if it was dancing. Now a lot of men were drowning in the water, weighed down by the heavy armor.

Where are you, Aegon? Show yourself. Tyrion knew that somewhere in the mass of men and ships that were out there, Aegon Targaryen was watching too, and was probably surprised by this show of force. I won't let him take my head so easily. Tyrion figured that Aegon would never come ashore, that he'd prefer to watch his men from the rear and command from there, at least that is what Varys had told them and Daenerys too. Jon figured the same. "He'll never come upon the shore," he had told them, as they ran over to the Great Hall after the bells began to toll. "Aegon will stay upon his war galley and watch his men take the shore, and if it looks like he is winning he will come upon shore for morale, but we won't let that happen."

Well his morale is sapped now. "Well that was a waste of wood," James said out-loud, standing next to Tyrion and Gendry with the remaining four Kingsguard next to them. The other two were with Daenerys, as was Jon, and Jorah Mormont was dead. The archers were beginning to take their positions on the ramparts next to the trebuchets, and Tyrion heard the sounds of arrows being knocked; barrels of arrows lined up in an even row. Tyrion had explained to them that their tiny fleet had to be sacrificed in order to entice Aegon into the Rush fully, if they had pulled them back he would have sensed something was wrong. And on top of that their fleet were outnumbered by Aegon's numerically, and would have been crushed regardless. The wildfire had its own mind and did what it wanted, once they lit the lid of the pot and sent it out in the catapults, it was gone from their control.

By now the flames and the smoke and the chaos of battle made it impossible for Tyrion to see what was happening downriver, and he hoped he'd be able too soon. The wildfire had only impeded Aegon's advance for a short little while, creating an obstacle for his ships to navigate around, but it was just a matter of time before he landed men ashore. Before the true battle began. "If Aegon is to land men ashore, I want you to lead the attack with Gendry," James had told him when they were walking towards the Mud Gate, clad in fresh armor. "I will be on the ramparts with the archers and men, surveying the scene."

The wildfire was beginning to get away from the ships, and wasn't spreading as evenly as Tyrion would have liked. Most of the channel was still aflame, but there were still openings for Aegon's men to come through. Even though they had been able to destroy most of his galleys, he still had enough to bring men through; more than enough to bring his whole host across , once they had regained their morale and strength. It was just a matter of time. But, Tyrion knew that their morale would be shit after seeing thousands of their comrades burning in the water.

And then their was his own men to be concerned about. They had little soldiers to defend the capital itself, with only a thousand men-at-arms that compromised of Baratheon recruits that had come with the splinter force. The veterans were men of House Stark and Targaryen. The recruits may grow weak at the first sign of blood, but the Gold Cloaks…It was the men of the City Watch that worried Tyrion the most. They weren't soldiers, but just paid civilians who were enticed by promises of bread and coin. Just like in the first battle, they would lose heart during the second at the second they began to lose. However, Cersei, wasn't here to drag the King back into Maegor's Holdfast this time, like a boy hiding behind his mother's skirts.

Tyrion peered over the ramparts once more and saw boats moving towards the shoreline, and dark shapes were amassed onto them. And so it begins, Tyrion thought, but we must meet them when they first land ashore. Men were always vulnerable when they first staggered upon the shore, and today was no different. They must give them no time to re-group.

"Look, boats!" Tyrion heard an archer announce to his left. He sighed to himself and looked to his right, noticing the King and Gendry watching as well. Both of them were in armor and wore the different colors of their respective house. Gendry clutched his hammer in hand, while James kept a firm grip on the hilt of his sword.

"What is the plan?" Gendry asked James in a whisper, leaning over to him.

"You and Tyrion will form a meeting party for them along the Mud Gate," James swiftly answered, "and you will hold them off as long as you can. I'll have the archers try and pick some off before they get too close with the ram."

"Sounds easy enough," Tyrion said.

Gendry nodded in response, yet cleared his throat before talking, "And what are you to do, James?"

"Be up here with the archers, surveying the scene."

"And that's all?"

He grunted. "I'll give commands as I deem fit, and if they happen to make it onto the ramparts than I'll throw them back. I won't run as Joffrey did."

"Do we have men at the King's Gate?"

"Yes. I've sent the Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks there with some men-at-arms. I believe that Edric is there too."

"Good," Gendry replied, "if they attack there we need to reinforce."

"Of course."

James turned to Gendry, bracing his shoulders. "And don't be the hero, Gendry. If you find that you're losing ground, retreat back inside. I don't want to have to tell Arya that she is a widow, especially after we just found out she is carrying your third child, do you hear me?"

Gendry nodded. "I'll make sure not to do anything foolish."

"Good man."

Gendry looked over at Tyrion and nodded, both knowing that they were about to lead men at the Mud Gate. Suddenly they heard someone yell, it sounded like Edric, the King's squire.

"My lords!" He yelled.

The three of them turned around to see him running at them in his armor, the boy was still young and no doubt the battle was exciting for him. He'd grown into somewhat of a confidant for James, and he trusted the boy with a lot of tasks. He was close to knighthood, Tyrion knew. He'd stood vigil for Ser Jorah.

"My lord, Your Grace!" He threw himself onto one knee. "Aegon has landed men on the tourney grounds, hundreds! They've brought a battering ram up the middle, hurry!"

"THEY'VE LANDED MEN ASHORE!" Tyrion heard an archer yell.

Tyrion got upon the ramparts again and peered down onto the shore. He saw some boats against the rough, and men were beginning to jump off them.

"Right," James muttered out-loud. He turned to Tyrion and Gendry. "You and Gendry will head over to the King's Gate and throw them back. I'll stay here and push the men back," he turned over to his squire, "Edric."

"Yes, Your Grace?"

"I want you to stay up here and stay with the archers. Command them to fire when necessary. Also send some men-at-arms to Dany in Maegor's; let her know what is going on."

The boy nodded, turning around to a couple of men-at-arms and whispering to them. The men nodded and ran down the stairs over to the Red Keep.

"What about you?" Tyrion asked him.

"I'll lead a party of men onto the shore, and my Kingsguard will join me. I need to be out there for morale. I'll send word to you if all seems lost on this front, and if I need help. Good luck to both of you."

Gendry and Tyrion gave them both a curt nod and cursed to themselves. Tyrion watched as James ran down the steps towards the entrance to the Mud Gate with the Kingsguard behind him. May the Gods protect you, James Stark, Tyrion thought to himself, almost as if it sounded like a prayer. For if you die, we are all lost, and I don't want to be the one to tell Daenerys. "Arrows!" they heard Edric command. Tyrion heard the order being passed along to the archers and they began to pull back on the strings. In seconds a flight of hundreds of arrows went into the air and landed among the enemy. Tyrion and Gendry went onto the ramparts again and saw scores of men begin to drop upon the sands, the screams were echoing along the shore. "Fire at will!" He heard Edric command once more, now scores of arrows were being filled in the air with every passing second.

"We have to go, Tyrion," Gendry urged with a hand upon his shoulder, his war hammer was strapped on his back. He hopped off the ramparts and nodded at the husband of Arya Stark. He looks scared, Tyrion realized, Gendry Baratheon looks scared.

Tyrion followed behind him, as both men made for the stairs in a hurry. Below a few Gold Cloaks were waiting with some horses that Tyrion had set up just in case they had to make for the King's Gate. He figured that Aegon would use the same plan that Stannis used in attacking the capital, and he needed the horses to be there for them to make for it with speed. They mounted the horses and galloped down the road, the Gold Cloaks were behind them going at full haste. The abandoned houses were reflecting the green shadow of the wildfire, but at least there were no people in their way; Jon had commanded that the people keep the streets clear, so the men could get between each gate with ease. They finally arrived at the King's Gate when they heard the booming crash of wood on wood that told him the battering ram had reached the gate. Tyrion looked at Gendry and the man at him, both eyes were wide like saucers. It was worse than they feared.

The sound the hinges made when they were struck could be compared to that of a moaning man. When Tyrion and Gendry dismounted and ran over to the gatehouse square and saw the dead and wounded were laying there, but not all of them were hurt, and there were enough men-at-arms and Gold Cloaks to form a fresh meeting party upon the grounds. Archers were on the ramparts sending missiles down at the men at will, and some of them were making their mark. Tyrion heard that they had missed with the boiling oil, and he knew they had to get out of there right away using the sally port that lead outside. He also noticed that the majority of men-at-arms here were Baratheon, and some were Targaryen too. The Starks were at the Mud Gate with James, all fifty of them with the rest of the Baratheons and Targaryens. What a diverse mix of men.

"Form up!" Gendry yelled in a commanding voice. The gate was pushed back from the impact of another blow. The men were grumbling when he commanded them, but some of them began to form up at his order.

"Who commands here?" Tyrion asked. "We need to get back out there now!"

"No!" Someone yelled from the shadows of the gatehouse square. It was a tall lean man in black armor, and Tyrion knew him as the master-at-arms of the Red Keep. The same man who had re-trained them at fighting with weapons again…well all the men, but Tyrion. His helm was down on the floor and Tyrion noticed his breastplate was dented with scores of blows, but the man appeared unscathed. Tyrion also saw blood splayed against his face, and there was a cut across his left eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" Gendry asked him.

"We cannot go back out there again," He told them both.

A Gold Cloak walked up beside him. "We have been out, my lords. Plenty of times. Three times to be exact. We've lost a lot of men and even the Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks has perished. We can't go back out there with the river on fire."

"Do you think we've brought you here to fight in a joust with wenches, ale, and merriment all around? Look around," Gendry said, motioning to their surroundings, "do you see any of those things I've mentioned? No? Than get the fuck back out there now!"

The master-at-arms remained unmoved by the revelation. "We lost one of the commanders, the morale is low as a result, and most of them are wounded. They have taken a ram to the gate, if you haven't noticed, and by the sound of it they're about to break through-"

"Which is why we need to disperse them by opening the gates and surrounding them." Tyrion urged the man.

Again he was unmoved. "I've lost too many men and they won't follow without a leader. The Gold Cloaks are now sapped by the loss of their commander. I won't follow you back into madness. Aegon Targaryen can keep the throne; I'm not dying for him, or you!" he pointed his sword at Gendry.

This is pointless, Tyrion told himself. He looked around and saw that the master-at-arms was right, the men were sapped of all hope. They needed a leader, Tyrion knew, a leader who they could rally behind as the men before them had rallied behind him. And that man had to be Gendry Baratheon, the son of the Robert Baratheon. He waddled over to Gendry and grabbed his arm. "We need to get the men back out there, Gendry! And we have to lead them, you especially."

"Me?" He said. "I don't know how to give speeches, Tyrion."

"You just need to be simple," Tyrion told him.

Gendry nodded and unsheathed his war hammer from his back. He walked over to a pile of barrels and stood upon them, shouting at the men to hear his word. The Baratheon men and Targaryens immediately huddled around him, as did the remaining Gold Cloaks who could fight.

"We need to get back out there!" Gendry bellowed.

"But they're at the gates!" A man yelled out.

"I know," Gendry told them. "I may be your liege lord, but I am just a man. Cut me and a bleed."

"How are we to stop them?" Another asked.

"Get behind me and I'll show you!" Gendry bellowed while the gate boomed back from the ram. "I'm not asking you to fight for me, because that would be folly. I'm not asking you to fight for my brother by law, James, who is out by the Mud Gate fighting Aegon's men as we speak. I'm here to ask you to fight for yourselves and all you hold dear. Aegon's men will kill you just the same whether you lay down your weapons or not. Why don't we just go kill them and be done with it!"

Not great, but it'll do. The men began to cheer for him, as Gendry lopped off the barrels with his war hammer in hand. He and Tyrion pushed through the crowd of men who were cheering their name. The sounds of clanging swords and spears were ringing through the air, and all Gendry and Tyrion stood ahead of the column of men. Tyrion unsheathed his axe and looked over at Gendry who was breathing heavily with his mighty hammer. Tyrion looked behind him and saw the remaining men that had joined them, or what little they had left. Many men-at-arms and Gold Cloaks had died, so they had only a handful left, maybe a couple of hundred but Aegon had a lot more behind the gate. It'll be enough, Tyrion told himself.

Tyrion decided not to bother with a helm this time, and now his vision was as clear as it should have been the first time. Gendry did not bother with one either, and they both anxiously waited with the men as they prepared to open the sally port. The archers were still firing at will overhead over at the King's Gate and the screams were permeating from the other side of the gate. But they stopped when the sally port opened.

"With me!" Gendry yelled as he walked through the sally port with Tyrion and the men behind them. They formed up in a mass with them at point, and began to jog towards the actual King's Gate. The banner of House Baratheon was being held behind them, as was the Targaryen banner and Stark as well. No Lannister banner. Arrows continued to be fired from the city walls while some stones were being thrown as well, they crashed down onto the earth and a few connected with some soldiers. Ahead loomed the King's Gate and a huge mob of Aegon's men that were struggling with the giant battering ram whose head was carved into a dragon. Archers that were still inside the beached galleys were firing arrows up at the archers, and other men who peered up from the ramparts. The men now sped up to a sprint, with Tyrion and Gendry still ahead of the column.

The ground was slippery below his feet, with it being a potent mix of mud and blood. Tyrion turned and saw Gendry almost stumble over a corpse of a dead soldier, while Tyrion was trying to dodge them. For a second he feared that this charge would be ended by the Lord of Storm's End falling over a corpse, and getting a face full of mud but somehow he'd managed to keep his balance. By now they were getting close to the gate and Aegon's men were turning their heads and realizing the situation before them. Tyrion raised his axe over his head and yelled, "For the realm!" Gendry and the other men took up the call as the wall of Aegon's and Gendry's men clashed together like waves against a shore. Screams and clanging steel began to fill the air. Swords were hacking and slashing at each other, and the screams could be heard from those that cut flesh. Over his head Tyrion heard the flights of arrows that were coming from the city walls. One hit him on the back of his armor, but it bounced off and Tyrion vowed to kill the man who had such clumsy aim.

Tyrion looked over and noticed Gendry connect his hammer into the skull of a Tyrell knight, with the rose clear on his chest. The blow flew the man completely off his feet and he landed on the mud with a thud. Ahead of Tyrion was a men-at-arms whose boiled leather displayed a sun with a spear stabbing through it. Martells? The man barely had time to notice him as he stabbed his axe through the mans knee and severed his leg. The man fell over, screaming in pain, as Tyrion drove his axe through his face to ease his pain. The shock ran through his arm.

A sword came down upon his shield and bounced off, as Tyrion jumped to the side. The man stared at him blankly, he was a man from the Vale, Tyrion could tell. His shield had the falcon of Arryn upon it, and his sleeves were blue. The men were pushing towards the ram with each passing second, and next to him Gendry was a killing machine. His hammer smashed shields, cracked skulls, broke limbs and caved in chests. With his freakish strength no knight or soldier was immune to him, and he seemed unstoppable. Gendry had and a squad of Gold Cloaks were already upon the ram, driving off the men who were still surrounding it.

The sword bounced off his shield again, and Tyrion decided to throw it aside. The man grunted and attacked again, but Tyrion jumped to the side. "Die, half man!" he yelled. "Die!" He took a swing again but this time it was too slow and Tyrion cut his arm off at the elbow. The man screamed loudly and Tyrion drove his axe at the nape of his neck, the blood splayed onto his face. "You first!" he yelled at the dying Arryn man. Tyrion moved passed the dying man, and ran towards the ram where Gendry was driving off the last of Aegon's men with some of his own. Tyrion, stumbled over a dead Gold Cloak and finally arrived at the ram.

By now all the men who had been trying to bash down the King's Gate were dead, and the men were cheering for Gendry and Tyrion. Gendry ordered that they turn it over and destroy it, as the men sought to it. Tyrion watched as they turned over the huge ram and set it afire with a torch that they threw down from the ramparts. The men cheered as they watched it burn, and Tyrion looked at Gendry who just nodded at him. Tyrion looked around again and saw the dead that were splayed across the rush. Gold Cloaks, Baratheons, Targaryens, Arryns, Tyrells, Martells, even a few Ironmen were all but corpses upon the sand.

Downriver, the Bay was jammed with Aegon's galleys that were still on fire. Patches of wildfire were burning atop the water, sending more plumes into the air. All the men who were on the ram had either been killed or dispersed, but their was still fighting all over the riverfront. Gold Cloaks and their men-at-arms were still fighting Aegon's men and knights along the shoreline of the King's Gate. Tyrion saw a knight shove his sword through a Gold Cloaks stomach, before yanking it out.

"Right," Tyrion told himself, he turned around to find Gendry sitting upon the charred remains of the ram, brooding in his thoughts with the men that remained. "We need to get rid of all the men upon the shore of the King's Gate, Gendry. We need to push them back into the river."

He stood from the remains, grasping his hammer. "Of course, let's go."

Gendry and Tyrion took the men and ran over towards the shore line to reinforce the remainder of their men. They ran into the men in front of them and fell upon them violently. Arrows came whizzing by but none touched Tyrion and then there was screaming around him. The survivors of their charge joined them and they began to drive the remainder of Aegon's men back into the rush.

The axe did not feel so heavy this time in his fist, as it did the first time around. By now there were a handful of their party left, the rest were dead or wounded upon the ground.

Men were crawling up from the river, men that were either burned from the wildfire, bleeding from wounds, some staggering and dying. Tyrion led his troop among them and helped deliver quicker deaths to them. Knights that were twice his size were now cowering before him, and especially from Gendry. Most were either killed or taken captive, as some of them had decided to yield in time. Tyrion drove his axe through the slit of a knights helm, the man was taken to the ground by a couple of Gold Cloaks. He then moved past a Baratheon men-at-arms who had half of his head cleaved off. Tyrion felt a swell in his chest, as if he was drunk.

The battle fever is upon me again. He had never thought to experience it since the first battle of King's Landing, and before that he had only heard it from his brother Jaime. How time seemed to slow and blur in front of him and even at times stop, how the past and the future vanished before him, until their was nothing but the instant, how your whole body did not seem of this earth, and everything else was numb. Gendry was drunk on battle fever too, as he saw him drive his hammer down upon a knight. It's as if there are no problems in the world. Nothing about Aegon Targaryen trying to currently take the Iron Throne, or his beloved brother being killed over three years ago. Tyrion never really mourned Jaime's death, but now he was more than ever. He had no family left in this world besides his nephew Tommen who was currently on a galley with Stannis Baratheon, and his niece Myrcella who was in Winterfell raising her son. But he knew the Stark family here in King's Landing had become his family, and without them he was nothing. I'm too drunk on slaughter.

Tyrion finally remembered the slaughter before him, and saw a spear trying to be jabbed at him from a Martell man. He side-stepped and slashed off the head of his spear, than split it in half with his axe, and finally took off the mans hand. He took the axe again and drove it into the mans head, watching him fall down to the ground. Tyrion was standing next to a Gold Cloak as he heard a whizzing arrow connect into the mans face, he was dead before he hit the ground. Back in the ruined galleys he saw the archers shooting at them, desperate to live. Tyrion looked over at Gendry and nodded, as he lead the handful of men into the ruins of the galleys and slaughtered the archers. Tyrion joined in on the action and waddled over to the them. One of them had the audacity to try and stab at him with an arrow, pretending it was a dagger. Tyrion laughed as he hacked the mans calf and brought him to his knees, then he delivered the final blow to the back of his head. He looked over and saw Gendry throw a standard into the water, it was a Targaryen standard but the dragons had golden crowns upon them. For the TRUE king, I suppose.

Tyrion jumped off the ruins with Gendry and the survivors, looking upon the carnage that they had caused. Scores of the men were dead in the water, face down and bleeding. Most of them were missing limbs and those limbs were floating right next to them. Out of all the men that remained, the majority of them were Baratheon men and a lot of Gold Cloaks had been killed. Suddenly, a knight rose up from nowhere with the falcon upon his breastplate and tried to hack at him with his sword. Taken off guard, Tyrion, yelped and blocked the first blow with his axe. The knight came from the side again and knocked the axe out of his hand violently. Sending it flying into the water. Tyrion stumbled back and fell over a corpse, looking up at the knight. "I yield!" Tyrion yelled, as the knight stood over him with a dagger.

"You are no knight, dwarf!" He spat, taking his arm back with the dagger ready to deliver a final blow. But before he could he saw a hammer connect into the back of his helm, and blood began to flow out of it as the dead knight fell over to the side. Gendry stood over him now and picked him up as if he was a child, putting him back on his feet. He handed Tyrion back his axe, and gave him a cocky smirk.

"You owe me one, Tyrion," Gendry jested.

Tyrion laughed. "It looks like we pushed them back."

Gendry nodded, wiping the blood off his hammer. "We need to get back inside the King's Gate. Treat the wounded and see how James is doing."

James! "We need to get inside now! And go through the actual gate and not the sally port."

Gendry curly nodded again and led the survivors through the King's Gate. They walked through the gate caked in sweat and blood, as the wounded were cheering their name. The archers atop the ramparts were cheering too, and Tyrion felt like he was the King of Westeros and not James Stark. A Gold Cloak handed him a skin of water, as he took it and greedily drank. He handed it back to him and followed Gendry upon the ramparts to survey the scene before the King's Gate.

Tyrion looked across the field where Aegon's men were once gathered, but this time they were dead and the glow of the wildfire was serene. The wildfire was still falling down among the dead soldiers and Tyrion's thoughts were now with the King and the women. He knew that they were in the Queen's Ballroom with Jon and the other women of court. Jon had been upset when James told him to go and protect his family, but the man relented.

All of a sudden they heard a yell, it was Edric. "My lords!"

They both turned to find him standing there, but his armor was unscathed and Tyrion could tell that he had seen no fighting.

"Edric, what is it?" Gendry asked him.

He was breathing heavily. "James has retreated back into the Mud Gates gatehouse square, but has not managed to throw back Aegon's men. They destroyed the ram that they had tried to bring upon the shore, but Aegon had too many and pushed them back. However…"

"What, Edric? What is it?"

"However," he continued, "they have brought siege ladders upon the shore and James has taken the rest of the men-at-arms upon the ramparts. Aegon's men have taken most of the ground and are against the walls. We can't open the gates again."

"Ok," Gendry told him. "We will bring the remainder of the men-at-arms who can still fight, and the surviving Gold Cloaks."

Edric nodded and ran back towards the Mud Gate. Gendry jumped off the ramparts and ran down the stairs with Tyrion following behind. He commanded the surviving men to come with him to the Mud Gate to support the King, and all were willing to follow him back into battle. Tyrion advised that he leave a few behind in case Aegon decided to try and attack again, Gendry agreed. They brought a handful of archers with them too, and walked down the stairs onto the streets.

Tyrion and Gendry lead the sortie down the empty streets of King's Landing towards the Mud Gate. He was amid the chaos of the second Battle of King's Landing and was in the middle of war. Tyrion did realize that this battle would determine their fates by dawn and it would not be so easily won.

A/N: This chapter was kind of short, I know.