We marched quickly, and the knight commanding my section of the army was a man of few words, but that was fine by me. I made sure to go to the front lines to be the first to fight against the enemy.

Still even with the fast pace of the march it felt like it was a casual stroll for me. Thanks to my aura and training I was faring much better than the levies behind me.

"Why do you want to fight?"

Looking at my side I saw a knight from another company? Section? Somewhere else. I didn't recognized him, but then again before coming here I had no ties with knights of any sort.

"I want to make a name for myself", I answered before looking back forwards, "I heard someone say once that if you kill a thousand men you can become a hero. If I want a say in how things are run, I need to start somewhere."

He barked out a laugh. "Only if you were a commander you could get that number, and only over several battles. It's not impossible for a skilled fighter to distinguish himself, or herself in your case, on the battlefield and be handsomely rewarded."

"I'm after more than mere money", I said with a grim tone. He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head and going back to his own duties.

Afterwards I focused more on the march, until we finally meet with the banners of the rest of the Riverlands and with the North. After some small reorganization of the army we continued our march towards Stoney Sept. Some more time later, we could see the hill of where the city was on the horizon.

My vision wasn't much better than before my aura was awakened, but it was still good enough to see the town walls from here. We weren't too far away now, and soon we would link with Robert's army.

~~O~~

Of course nothing goes according to plan, but for me this works just fine. As we came near the town we found out that the opponent's army was already there. Not wasting any time I did my thing and rushed ahead of the army by myself.

In a flash leaving a trail of white rose petals I arrived at the town and saw the place full of enemy soldiers.

Peeerrrrfect.

I drew my sword, and pulling up my hood I pointed at the nearest enemy before I moved.

One moment there was a group of soldiers there, the next five of them were hitting the ground as pieces of them fell down, from large parts of their bodies to whole and pieces of their heads.

"AAAHHHHHH!" Yelled one man before the top of his head separated from the rest, neatly cut from the middle of his mouth.

I paused for a single instant to clean up the blood of my blade with a simple sweep, before looking at another group of soldiers staring at me horrified, and once more I disappeared leaving a trail of white rose petals.

~~O~~

"What in the seven hells is happening?" Said one of the commanders of the loyalist army. "What's this fuss about?"

"My Lord, there's something running along the streets killing our men!"

"'Something'", said the commander in a disbelieving tone, "can't you be more specific than that?"

"The surviving archers we positioned on the roofs watched a person wearing a white cloak with a red rose embroidered appearing on the street, disappearing from view before reappearing near a group of soldiers and their corpses falling on the ground in pieces. This feat repeated itself over and over starting from the north gate. The few that tried to take shots at this, this monster, meet the same fate."

"Seven, such thing is impossible, you're talking about powerful sorcery here! What manner of man could do that?"

"W-woman, my Lord."

"What?"

"T-the survivors of t-this massacre said the white cloaked person was w-wearing some kind of dress."

"A Witch", whispered the commander, "the rebels have a witch in their ranks. Seven, what the world came to?"

"My Lord!" Said another knight rushing at the commander, "the rebel army is coming in from all gates! They surrounded the town!"

The commander cursed, "damn, someone inform the Lord Hand. We have to rally the soldiers!"

~~O~~

As the army rushed inside the town I spent some time resting to catch my breath. I don't know how many of the enemy soldiers I killed, but it was a rather large number for a single person. A hundred? Two hundred? The only thing I know is that several streets and roofs have corpses laying around where I passed.

*whack!*

I rubbed my head from the pain of taking that arrow on my head, before turning myself to where the shot came and seeing the likely culprit. As the unfortunate archer noticed I saw him he took a step back before I was already at his side, sword mid swing cleaving at this head before once more I disappeared leaving a trail of white rose petals.

From my new vantage point I could see the fighting taking place on the streets, and I knew things would start to get complicated since I didn't knew who was an ally and who was an enemy in this chaotic melee.

Thus my focus would change from 'wanton slaughter' to 'precision strikes' with my speed and ability to basically bypass the enemy lines and reach the commanders. Then again the commanders of this time often fought personally so it will still be like finding a needle in a haystack, and trust me I hate when that happens.

I need someone to identify the targets for me.

~~O~~

"Hey you, Baratheon or Targaryen?"

"AAHHH!" The knight I approached in the middle of the crowd of other soldiers jumped and turned to me. "Seven hells, where did you came from?"

"No time, I'm a sellsword fighting for the Riverlands army. Are you with the Baratheons or the Targaryens?"

While the good rule of thumb of 'whoever is in plate is a knight or Lord and thus an officer' helped tell me who I should focus my attention on, I couldn't just go around asking everyone if they were enemies or allies. I need something more concrete than that.

"Baratheon." He said, "well, actually it's Arryn. My name is Denys Arryn, newphew of Lord Jon Arryn."

Good enough. "I need someone to tell me which officers of the enemy army I should kill, since I don't know who is who. You just volunteered for that, unless you're doing something right now?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe leading the troo- what the?"

He was interrupted mid sentence as I caught an arrow that was coming straight for his face. "Excuse me for a moment", with those words I reappeared on the nearby roof and took down the archer hiding there.

"OH GODS SHE'S H-!"

*slink*

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!"

*slink* *slink* slink*

"RETREAT RETREAT R-"

*slink* *slink*

"Hey", I said back into the side of Denys, "so if you're too busy can you spare someone knowledgeable for me?"

"Bu, wha, WHUT?" He said looking back and forth from the roof and back to where I was.

"Yes, I did do what you just saw. Been doing this since I arrived at this town, please keep up. So, about my spotter?"

He stared at me hard, before shaking his head. "Cormwall, come here!" He said and another knight came running. "Accompany..."

"Rose."

"Rose to her self appointed task and tell us who is who in the enemy army. If she can repeat what she just did now we can kill the leadership and deal a massive blow to the enemy."

"I suggest barring the town gates so that the enemy can't escape. Without leadership they will be in chaos and it will be easy picking for us."

"I will tell Lord Stark of your suggestion", said Denys Arryn, "now go and help us win this war."

"Alright! Ser Cormwall, hang on!"

"Wha-"

Picking him up from the waist, I once more disappeared from the place leaving a trail of white petals.

~~O~~

"Who picked her up?" Said Denys to another knight at his side while they advanced through the town where the meele was growing thicker.

"Wasn't she supposed to be a sellsword from the Riverlands?"

"Someone would have heard of her if that was true, that or someone truly, undoubtedly pissed her off if she decided to come out of obscurity right now."

A common foot soldier accompanying the group of knights looked at them. "At least she's on our side."

The knights looked at each other before giving each other a grim nod.

Thank the gods, Old and New.

~~O~~

"... and that one is Lord Hand Jon Connington", whispered the knight as we were on the roof hiding, at our fourth or so raid when we struck gold. "You kill him and the army will be without leader. In fact a good portion of the leadership of the loyalists is nearby."

I nodded, "no rebel army around them? I can simply kill everyone in plate here and it won't kill anyone on our side?"

He peeked from behind the wall before nodding. "Nobody from our side reached this part of the town yet."

I grinned, and pulling up my hood I jumped down landing in clear view of the Lord Hand. "Hello Lord Hand", I said while waving at him with my left arm, before I was already at his side and he was falling down on the ground being cut from hip to shoulder into two halves.

"Good bye Lord Hand."

Those around me were stunned at the sight, silent and frozen at my display. I straightened up and gave them all a warm smile.

"You can panic now."

All hell broke loose, with some charging at me while others ran for it. In the end it was all the same, with them all falling to my blade. In a manner of moments the square I was standing was bathed with the blood and gore of the loyalist army. The rest would soon come attracted by the sound of combat and screams, but I think I had about three to five minutes.

As Ser Cormwall jumped down from the roofs himself he looked a bit ill at the display of carnage around me. "Hmm, I don't know if I should cut off the head of the commander to get a recompense or something. What do you think Ser Cormwall?"

"Don't worry, I will vouch for you to Lord Stark later. Shouldn't we be running now?"

I turned around and heard the reinforcements coming this way. "Yeah, let's go."

~~O~~

The battle raged for some more time before I could see a stream of people retreating to the gates, until they realized it was locked and barred. At this point the melee resumed for some more time, but soon the enemy soldiers surrendered as they realized that the larger part of their leadership rested in pieces, thanks to yours truly.

After rounding up the prisoners the battle was officially over, and I went to meet with the high command to make sure they knew what I did. As I approached them near the sept the place doors opened and someone in plate, yellow shirt with a black stag on the center and a helm with stag horns came to greet me.

"Hey you, are you a knight?" Said the obviously important man in front of me. I shook my head and he nodded. "Want to become one, right here right now?"

"Sure!" I chirped, nodding happily at him. "I'd love to!"

He took off his helm and I could see a rather handsome man with trimmed beard, short dark hair and blue eyes staring at me. I couldn't help but blush at the sight. "Somebody fetch me a sword so I can knight this woman! Name's Robert Baratheon by the way, I could see that you didn't knew who was who from the bell tower of the Sept."

"Charmed." I said still a bit hot. "Does that mean I got the attention of important people?"

He laughed. "Trust me, you got more than simple attention from the army!"

Great!

Phase one of my plan is a go!

Now if only I knew what phase two and three looked like...