Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 10 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Jon
Jon took a moment to compose himself, this was it; they were about to begin their greatest battle yet. He could see the other commanders, could see Mance Rayder, all of them rallying their forces and readying them for battle.
'It almost feels like, everything we've been doing, has led up to this moment...' He reflected.
But he quickly focused on the matter at hand. With a quick prayer to whatever Gods were listening to look over their allies across the seas, he stood and turned to the Night's Watch.
"This is it; this is our last stand...we hold this place, or it is over." He told them. "There will be no retreat, no surrender; we must stand and stop the tide of darkness here!"
There were a few shouts from his men; he paused and then asked.
"Have all those unable to fight that were in the castles along the Wall been sent into the Gift?"
Sam spoke up. "They have; it's just us now."
Jon nodded. "Then it is as it should be, let's go, we will join with our allies and together we will fight. This is the most crucial battle, we will ever face; so do not waver for a second. All of Westeros, of the conjoined worlds, are depending on us!"
This drew more cheers, and shouts; the men were ready; so, Jon led the way and soon they were formed up; they were ready; it was time for the battle to begin.
Their preparations were finished just in time for at that moment, the sound of terrible war horns rent the air and through the flurrying snow and rapid winds could be seen the shadowed figures of the approaching army coming to attack them.
'This is only the first wave.' Jon told himself.
It was true, although large it was by no means the full extent of the army, it couldn't be. Not if everything he heard was true. Plus he noted the force approaching them were only the Darkspawn, Genlocks and Hurlocks with a massive Ogre amongst them. He also spotted more shadowy figures, moving more swiftly. He heard Carver and Stroud hiss nearby. He then realized who they were, archers from the ranks of the Grey Wardens that Corypheus had corrupted.
He shook his head. 'We only got a little intelligence beforehand, hopefully it's correct however and those are the only Grey Wardens here.'
Composing himself he drew his sword; the whole army was ready now, waiting for the clash, the Darkspawn roared and growled; then, with a savage bellow from the Ogre, followed by more war horns; they charged. The battle had begun.
They stood their ground; the front line of their gathered troops prepared, not to clash with the enemy, but for something else. Jon watched, along with the other commanders, waiting for the right moment.
Then he saw it. "Now!"
The called was echoed along the front line by others and soon several spiked wooden palisades were pulled up from under the snow where they had been buried. The ropes granting enough leverage to raise them up at an angle, so the spikes stuck straight out.
Thankfully they had judged it correctly and the front line of the Darkspawn forces, unable to slow their momentum, ran straight into the spikes; dying instantly, letting the spikes go and dropping them, this slowed the remaining charging Darkspawn and allowed them to swiftly cut down the next row, but then, the trouble began.
The Grey Warden archers opened fire while the remaining Darkspawn charged in undeterred and the Ogre was already reaching them, Jon grimaced as the Ogre attacked, the screams of those who were already crushed by its massive arms and stops.
'A good start, followed by absolute chaos...' He noted worriedly
This was going to go very badly, very quickly if they didn't do something soon. An arrow just narrowly missing him convinced Jon of his next course of action.
"Quickly." He ordered. "The archers, aid Carver and Stroud!"
The Night's Watch rallied and charged out, aiding the two Grey Wardens who were already attacking their corrupted former comrades.
Jon led the charge, cutting down two Genlocks that tried to obstruct his path. The rest of the Night's Watch aided him in fighting his way through until they reached where the archers had set up. All around them, the chaos of battle raged as men fought, killed and died...It was sheer carnage and unlike anything Jon had come to expect.
"Now, quickly!" He yelled.
They acted at once; utilizing their own archers until those still wielding swords got close enough and quickly began cutting down the archers. Finding himself alongside Stroud and Carver he spoke.
"I...I'm sorry about this, these men were..."
Stroud shook his head. "We knew this was coming, do not dwell on it, just fight."
Carver then called there. "Stroud, on the left!"
They turned to see the last archer cut down, but now a horde of Hurlocks was closing in on them.
"Clever, this is indeed unlike any battle we've faced before...Corypheus' influence no doubt." Stroud muttered.
Forced to fight their way through the carnage, aided by the arrival of the Wildlings; Jon reflected that war may be hell, but this was beyond hell; this was going to be deadly and bloody; it was up to them to stand firm; otherwise all would be lost, but it was looking to become a true test of character and Jon fearfully wondered how many would meet their ends here, already they were losing people to the vast horde and this was only the first wave.
He hurried to lead his forces back to regroup with the rest of the army, especially as the Ogre finally fell dead, defeated by the giants. Quickly regrouping and reforming their ranks Jon looked around.
'We've lost a few but...each lost is a friend, or someone close, has left someone behind...and every man lost also...' He thought to himself.
He shook his head. He had to focus, distraction would be the death of him, especially with things as they were now. This was only the first wave after all.
A mere test no doubt; he feared the next wave would be bigger. He glanced at Ygritte who had ended up next to him, she nodded grimly, but said nothing. He couldn't help but worry as she seemed noticeably paler than usual.
But then he got fresh worries as the second wave arrived and it was indeed vast beyond imagining, more Darkspawn, Hurlocks, Genlocks, Ogres and even Shrieks, Blighted animals, Wights, undead animals and then he saw them, the Others leading their enemies.
Then all froze as they saw him, stopping his march atop a large rock mound that overlooked the battlefield.
The Night King.
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