Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 28 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Robb

Robb tensed, he could feel the same tension in the men with him. Word was spreading down through the army about who was blocking their path. This was partly good as it meant there was little chance of those in the rear running into those in front and forcing them forwards, directly into Gregor.

Gregor however wasted no time and hefted his sword, with a bellow he directed his army forwards and soon there was naught but chaos.

'This isn't good, the Mountain is the last person I wanted to face right now.' He thought worriedly as he used his shield; being forced on the defensive. 'There's not enough room to avoid him here; worse, there's no other path and we can't retreat.'

Robb couldn't deny he didn't like their chances, but they couldn't stay on the defensive forever and so he acted. Using his shield as a ram he battered two of the attacking soldiers back and cut them down, parrying another blow he cut down that one also. He was forced to defend again as more attackers closed in on him.

Robb grit his teeth. 'If the situation wasn't so intense I'd take time to plan something...Find some way to stop the Mountain before we're forced into direct combat with him.'

They had archers with them, but they sadly wouldn't be able to help. They were too busy trying to stay alive, while at the same time picking off the Lannister archers stationed on the rooftops nearby.

Robb quickly fought off those attacking him, killing two and wounding another. Just then he heard a loud shout and quickly killed the wounded man, looking up, just in time to see the source of the shout. The Mountain was now fighting, he had just cut down two men at once.

But he was now facing an opponent who was not going down easily. Sandor was facing off against his brother, engaging him in a duel. The two clashed blades again and again, neither seemed to gain the advantage.

Robb bit his lip, worriedly. 'This is it, the chance Sandor was waiting for, he won't let this slip away now.'

Even as he realized that, someone else who wasn't going to let Gregor get away emerged. With a fierce battle cry, Oberyn leapt out and thrust at Gregor with his spear. Gregor grunted as the blow struck his armour, but did no actual damage.

Killing two more soldiers who tried to attack him, Robb stepped back, trying to form a shield wall with some of his men. It was clear that, no matter how much carnage happened around them, Sandor and Oberyn would focus on Gregor and he on them.

It was also clear that nobody seemed to want to risk interrupting this battle.

'For good reason, any one of them would kill us if we tried to interfere.' Robb mused.

Finally he formed ranks with some men and faced off against another wave of attackers.

With carnage and shouting all around him, Robb was forced to focus on the enemy in front of him, therefore he only saw brief flashes of Sandor and Oberyn's fight against Gregor. He tensed as the enemy hit the shield wall, he stuck out, killed a man, his allies doing the same and repeated the act again and again.

He caught a glimpse, Sandor and Gregor trading blows, Oberyn darting in and out, striking here and there with his spear. They both avoided injury, but seemed unable to get through Gregor's armour.

Robb ducked, attacked again, reformed the shield wall and pushed forwards slightly, trapping their enemies against a building, they struck, killing many, none surrendered however so they were forced to finish off the rest of them.

Another glimpse of the battle, not much chance except Gregor's armour was heavily scarred now, and Sandor and Oberyn both had minor scratches.

Robb shook his head. 'This is getting fiercer, at this rate, who knows...'

His thoughts were cut off as he was forced to raise his shield, a trio of surviving enemy archers spotted him and, realizing who he was, tried to attack him together. He heard their own archers return fire, heard the screams, he straightened up.

Both armies were hanging back now, watching the duel going on in front of them.

There was a brief reprieve where all three combatants stepped back from each other, all breathing heavily, gripping their weapons tightly. With a roar, Gregor broke the stalemate and lashed out. Sandor ducked under the blow and struck again, this time leaving a deep gouge in Gregor's chest plate. Despite their efforts to attack the joints, Gregor defended himself well, but his armour was wearing down.

Robb let out a slow breath as he realized. 'Had Sandor's blow gone a little deeper, he would have drawn blood, actually stuck a blow...'

Apparently Gregor realized this too as he suddenly lashed out, back-handing Oberyn as he tried to attack and focused on Sandor. Sandor growled as they two exchanged blows again. But then, suddenly, with another roar, Gregor attempted a deadly overhand attack, bringing his blade down towards Sandor's head.

Sandor quickly blocked as Oberyn, dazed from the blow, tried to recover and render aid. Gregor struck again, the same blow, twice more as Sandor blocked both times. Then, Gregor changed direction mid strike and Sandor reacted a second too late.

He grunted, Robb couldn't see his face due to the helmet, but he could guess Sandor's expression.

"No!" He gasped; horrified.

Gregor had brought his blade down and thrust upwards, impaling Sandor on his sword.

But even with this, Sandor did not give up, he gave a yell of effort and attacked. Gregor was not expecting the sudden savage blow which knocked his helmet clean off and dazed him. Seeing his opening, Oberyn leapt in and impaled Gregor through the head with his spear.

To finish, Sandor decapitated his brother, ending the Mountain for good. But at what cost; Robb darted forwards as Sandor collapsed to the ground, the sword still in him.

"It's...It's no good." He grunted.

Robb shook his head. "We cannot...Prince Oberyn, Ser Wynston, both of you, take Sandor out of the city, to the medical tent, now!"

Oberyn was injured too, although not seriously, they both obeyed at once and the army parted to make room for them.

Robb straightened up. "We cannot let this be in vain...Forwards, we must end this, now!"

His men let out a yell and they charged forwards, ready to breech the final defences and reach the Red Keep.

End of chapter, things have taken a drastic turn, read and review please.

Well, this is the last Robb chapter of the story and indeed this series, we can only wait and see what happens next.