Hey guys, so here is the next chapter of The Lone Wolf.

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Winterfell

Noble Six

It had been a week since he had spoken with Lord Stark, and in that time he had found himself feeling bored. Spartans were not meant to stand aside when they were built for war, but now there was no war to fight. He tried to pass the time with maintaining his armor best he could, but without the proper tools there was only so much he could do. Most of the time he was in maester Luwins turret reading on the histories and families of Westeros.

With a sigh he closed the book and returned it back to its rightful place, he would return to it at another time. For now, he needed to speak with Lord Stark about the bandit held in the cells. Opening the door the guards snapped their attention to the armored behemoth.

"I would like to speak with Lord Stark, will you take me to him?" He asked politely.

Both guards looked at one another before nodding, "Aye, he's in the training yard." Jakob said, a young lad from house Forrester. Six followed them quietly as he marched through the halls, the small folk still regarded him with caution but he couldn't blame them. Once they traversed a set of steps he could see Lord Stark and a bulk of man with whisker like facial hair. Ser Rodrik Cassel, the master-at-arms of winterfell.

"They are improving rather well, my lord." Rodrik said as he observed the spar between Robb and Jon

"Good, keep me informed of their progress." Ned replied with pride as he turned to leave only to come face to face with the spartan.

"Lord Stark, may I speak with you?"

Ned looked at Six for a moment before nodding to his guards as they dispersed. "How may I help you, Spartan?" A hint of suspicion in his voice. Ser Rodrik taking notice of the giant before him, subconsciously moved closer to his liege lord should he be needed.

"I would like to be put to use." Six responded straight to the point as he straightened his posture. This seemed to catch the Stark lord by surprise as his eyebrows visibly rose.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Spartans are guardians of the innocent, when I came upon the bandits slaughtering women and children I did not hesitate to stop them. If you'd permit me, I would like to track down the rest of the bandits."

Now that got his attention as Ned seemed to finally take in what Six was asking him. Ned had kept an eye on the spartan in his time here, and instead of him seeking Six out. Six sought him out, and asked to be put to use. Thinking to himself for a moment he eventually gave a small nod, "Very well, the bandit you spared has given us the location of their fort." Ned stood and unrolled a map of the north on a nearby table, "There are over a dozen abandoned forts in the woflswood, if what he said is true then they will be encamped here. The wolfs lair."

"What is to be done with the prisoner?" Six asked as he scanned the map, the wolfs lair was only a few leagues away from the main road leading through the wolfs wood. A perfect place for continued harassment of convoys passing through.

"He will be sent to the wall for his crimes and swear his life to the Night's Watch, never to hold any titles or have any children." Ned replied.

Six nodded his head in agreement having already read about the wall, "How many men do they have?"

Ned scratched his beard before answering, "He says eighty which is more than I imagined, the small detachment you encountered was only a portion." Six seemed to take this in before looking directly at Lord Stark.

"When do we leave?"

Ned looked to Ser Rodrik, "Round up some men and meet us at the stables, we leave before noon." With that they dispersed and Six headed to his quarters to prepare for the journey. A calmness setting into him as he routinely checked his equipment for faults, satisfied with his current arsenal he sheathed his Kukri and knife and made his way to the stables. The smallfolk moving with a purpose to make way for the departure of their lord, guards kissing their loved ones goodbye and children wishing their fathers good fortune. It was not long before he could see Lord Stark approach his horse, a nearby stable boy lead the horse to its master and bowed deeply before returning to his duties.

Lord Stark's eyes swept over the courtyard before landing on Six, "Spartan, ready to depart?"

Six stepped forward and nodded, "Yes, a horse will not be necessary I assure you. I'll be able to keep up on foot." Six answered the lord of Winterfell before he could speak. Ned raised his eyebrows and looked to jory in confusion who merely shrugged his shoulders.

"If that is your wish then we leave now." Ned replied before he nudged his horse forward and the stark men behind followed their Lord. Streams of mud splatting the ground as a hundred men and horses departed from Winterfell, and a Spartan running alongside the horsemen in stride.

Wolfswood

They had ridden hard for the remainder of the day, but as the sun began to set and the horses began to tire Lord Stark had them camp just a mile south of the wolfs lair. He could see the faint glow of bonfires from the fort, Lord Stark had picked a good enough spot to camp. They would be shielded from view by a hill next to a creekbed, a perfect spot before routing them in the morning. The horses eagerly drank the water as they continued to grunt and neigh in thanks. He could hear various soldiers in their conversations, either eating meals or speaking of their loved ones. He kept to himself as he leaned against a tree secluded from the rest, he did not want to cause unrest with the men.

Six heard footsteps approach as he turned to face the oncomer, raising an eyebrow behind his helmet as a soldier offered him a bowl of what looked to be some sort of stew. A few chunks of meat and various vegetables, "Thank you." He took the bowl carefully and the man nodded before returning to his bedroll. Six looked around to make sure no one else would approach and moved a considerable distance from the encampment. Now satisfied with his privacy he unfastened the locks on his helmet, the familiar hiss ringing in his ears as he now saw the world with his own eyes. Setting his helmet aside he ate his meal in silence. The warm broth flowing down his throat as he gave a small sigh in thanks, after eating MRE's for what seemed his entire life. It was a rather nice change during his time in Westeros, his meals were brought to him while in Winterfell but he never tried to enjoy the food. Hell, he couldn't remember enjoying much of anything other than being a spartan.

Finishing the stew he sat it aside, now his gaze shifted back to the fort a faint scream catching his attention. None of the fellow starkmen could hear it, but they did not have augmentations. Six covered the hill in seconds and his helmet already back in place atop his head. He used his helmets enhanced vision to cover the distance and could make out the bandits and their activities. One dragged a woman by the hair as she kicked and flailed her arms in attempt to escape his grip, the woman received a swift punch in the stomach as she keeled over. The bandit dragged her from view as she continued to resist, other bandits laughing at her attempts.

This would not go on another second more even if he had take the fort by himself, they would pay for their crimes in full. He hastily made his way to Lord Stark and unsheathed his blades as the men took notice of his arrival. Lord Stark standing to his feet as the spartan marched towards them.

"What is it, Spartan?" Ned requested. Men around them grasping their hilts and some mounting their horses.

Six stopped his approach a few feet from the lord of Winterfell, "I've done some recon and have discovered hostages within the fort, women maybe children but they will not see the light of day tomorrow if we do not act now." Six reported as men around them hastily starting to ready themselves having already made the decision to attack, only waiting on their lords word.

Ned stood to his feet and regarded the spartan before him, "Very well, we attack now." Ned said with strength in his voice, men around them cheering in response as they put out the fires cooking their meals.

"Let me go first, I'll soften them up and get their attention solely on me. This will give you and the men the element of surprise and limit our casualties." Six requested.

Ned stopped as he looked at the Spartan incredulously, "One man cannot take a fort by himself, let alone against eighty or so men." Ned remarked to the man before him.

Six did not relent, "You remember what I showed you?" the question seemed to bring a melancholy look from the warden of the north.

"How could I not?" The words coming out in a near whisper.

"Then you know what I'm capable of, let me do this to prove my words true." Six requested, it would be much easier on the men and himself if they were to go with his plan. Ned seemed to think it over for a moment as he turned back to his men, all of whom waited for their lord to give the order. All ready fight and die for him should they have to. After another minute or so he turned back to the Spartan and seemed to stare a whole right through him, a sigh escaped Ned as he nodded his head to the spartan.

"When I have their attention you can begin the assault." Six replied and departed towards the fort, orders being given by Ned as he left their sight. Equipping his DMR he used the scope to hone in the sentries walking the makeshift battlement, they had been there a while from the various barrels of ale strung about. Men lazily walked the perimeter, it sickened him that men like this lived as they did. The woodland area surrounding the fort provided excellent cover, he clung to the side of a tree as he heard a sentry walk past him.

"Why the fook haven't we moved yet, Haren has been to deep into his cups for the past sennight over Boris." He heard the bandit say.

Another set of footsteps a few feet behind, "Come off it already Garold you and I both know he loved that boy like his son. As far as moving goes do you really think we'd find a better place to raid and pillage when we like? The Starks haven't sent any men and we've been here for months, so quit your whinging." They turned around to head back to their camp, Six waited till they were within a few feet of him. His black armor blending in with the tree as he unsheathed his combat knife and darted from the darkness.

"Wha-" Garold's startled cry cut short as Six buried the knife through his jaw and mouth, grabbing the other by the throat he slammed him into the tree snapping his spine. With the threats eliminated he drug their bodies behind the tree he used for cover, wiping the blade on the breeches before moving forward. He was no within thirty yards from the outer walls and it seemed the guards had noticed the absence of their fellow bandits. The gate opened up and a dozen armed men exited, this was his chance with the gate now open. He pulled a grenade from one of his many pouches and pulled the pin, he had three more but this would do the job. The walls were wooden stakes over ten foot long with an arrowhead like tip, if thrown at the precise moment the force of the grenade would shatter the outside wall holding the gate. Clearing an entry point for Lord Stark and his men.

Finding his opportunity he slung the grenade and watched it soar through the air. The explosion was deafening as the wood splintered and threw fragments in various directions. The bandits within the kill radius were thrown back and some were killed instantly as shrapnel tore through their flesh. Wasting no time he sprung into action heading straight for the detachment unsheathing both blades, ready to spill blood. He swatted a greatsword away like a fly and drove his kukri into a bandits heart, ripping the blade from the chest the body slumped to the ground as he stalked forward into the fort.

"To arms!" A bandit yelled from within the fort and the chaos began, screams of terror heard all over as they were cut down one by one. A dozen fell before him and then a half dozen more as he cut through them. The bandits now converging on him he threw his kukri with deadly accuracy as it found its new home in the eye socket of a charging outlaw. Using his enhanced strength he grabbed the hilt of a warhammer next to a corpse and slammed into the chest cavity of another. Shattering every rib he had. Gripping the warhammer once more he swung upwards and it connected with bandits jaw, bone splitting outwards as the jaw was ripped away. The men before could only stare in shock as this one man was single-handedly slaughtering them. Six relished in this and he could hear the horns blown by Lord Stark's men as the bandits now were completely exposed.

"Riders!"

"Its the Starks!" Various shouts of terror from the outlaws as they were now outnumbered and suffering heavy casualties. Six advanced on the keep as they tried to form defensive positions, but Six did not let them as he charged forward lifting a bandit to his side as arrows pierced through the leather armor. He tossed the body aside, warhammer still at his side he swung down onto the skull of a bandit and the bone gave way as brain matter splattered onto his armor. The bandits numbers were now dwindling down to less than twenty as the stark men arrived.

The men now seeing the battle was lost began to flee for their lives, but were shot down by archers. Six could see Ned dismount his horse as did others behind him, swords still drawn. Now with the battle won and the bandits destroyed they made their way to the great hall to end this. The doors burst open and the interior brightened, the fires outside providing more than enough light. Long tables set to the front with numerous mugs of ale spilled over on the ground, but the attention was not on them. But the lone figure sitting on a makeshift throne with his last few loyal bandits at his side broadswords and bows alike. Six armed himself with his DMR and lined up one closest to Haren.

Ned held a hand up signalling his men to stop their approach before regarding the men across. "The battle is over, your men are dead and no gods can save you for the crimes you have commited." Ned spoke with anger laced in his voice. Jory and his uncle at his side, both glaring at the outlaws.

Haren scoffed at the accusation before standing to his feet, one of his men handing him his sword. "It is not over, my lord."

Six took a step forward threateningly, "Lay down your arms now, I will not say it again." Six spat back at him, Haren now looked to Six with what could only be malice. He pointed the edge of his sword to his chest and was practically seething.

"I was not speaking to you, cur! And I will not yield while still standing, death comes for us all but you will meet him first!" Haren roared as he and his men charged forward.

Just as they stepped forward a thunderous sound erupted in the great hall, all eyes turned to Haren as he stood momentarily before dropping to the ground. A hot smoking hole present in his eye. Six shot forward slamming butt of his rifle into the throat of the nearest bandit crushing his windpipe. He clutched his throat as he dropped to his knees, blood pooling his mouth as he tried to breathe. Lord Stark snapped out of his stupor and engaged as well, easily batting away the lazy strikes before burying his sword to the hilt into the chest. The attention now turned to the last bandit, the man was now practically shaking as he kept his sword arm straight out. Six stalked forward step by step as the man was now backed into a corner.

Ned walked forward and placed himself at Six's side, "Drop it, you're brothers in arms chose their fate. I'm giving you this one chance to surrender, if you do you will be sent to the wall or die here and now."

The last bandit kept his sword out before slowly lowering it, "I'll go to the wall, at least there I'll have a chance to make things right." He all but whispered.

"Where are the hostages?" Ned questioned as he sheathed his sword, one of his men tying the bandits hands.

"In the cellar, Haren liked to keep them there when he drank. Too dark for them to see without a torch, he... he didn't want them to see his face." Ned marched forward with his men to the cellar, opening the door he could hear the scurrying of feet. The ladder going down looked to be rotting, far too weak for his armor. Six retreated back outside to let Lord Stark handle the rest, he took into account the litter of bodies and splintered wood splayed across the field.

He looked for any sign of stragglers, but found none as he took a seat on a nearby step. Sighing to himself he made his way from the fort, before stopped him cold in his tracks.

"He-lp" it was small and barely audible but he caught it, snapping his head towards the sound he could not see anything. He approached cautiously, stepping over mangled bodies as the voice became closer yet weaker. A large chunk of the gate was now at his feet and what he saw would never leave him. There underneath the shattered gate was a little girl, couldn't have been over five years old. Her head bleeding on the side as she stared at him weakly, her little hand reaching out out to him. He dropped his DMR before reaching down and lifting with all his might as the wood practically flew off the ground, scrambling into his pouch he pulled a canister of biofoam.

Her leg was broken and she appeared to have dislocated her shoulder, but thankfully no critical injuries thus far. He reached for his helmet before tossing it aside, "Lord Stark!" He yelled back into the great hall never taking his eyes off her, he applied the foam to her head.

"Who you?" She asked quietly, her eyes slowly opening and closing.

"My name is Six, I'm here to help. You're safe now, child." Six placed his hand to the side of her face, she winced as he brushed a line of blood away. Her shoulder was still at an odd angle, so with delicate care he placed his hand on it. "What's your name?"

"Lydia..." She trailed off as she suddenly felt sleepy. The biofoam beginning to work into her bloodstream, likely putting her to sleep soon.

"I'm going to fix your shoulder, alright? It will hurt but only for a moment, here." His left hand engulfing hers, she looked to him almost pleadingly.

POP

Six forced the shoulder back into place, lydia lurching forward before passing out. He gently lifted her body from the ground in a bridal style lift, her brunette hair matted with dirt and blood. This was his doing. He should have done more recon, instead he was too focused on making a statement to Lord Stark. A mistake he would not repeat, not as long as he drew breathe.

"Spartan?" Six turned to Lord Stark, no longer breathing heavy from adrenaline.

Six approached him steadily, lydia still in his arms. "The hostages?"

Ned gave a grim smile in return, "Safe now, Haren was using them as thralls like the ironborn. Chains and all, a despicable sight I assure you."

Six had no doubt of that as he handed the girl in his arms to one of Lord Starks healers, he could see several women and children coming out. Each shaken and visibly malnourished, their skin sticking to the bone as they gingerly descended the steps. Some of the stark men giving them blankets or bringing them water.

"You have proven your word is true, Spartan. For that I thank you." Ned offered his hand in appreciation for his efforts. Six shook it gently and nodded to the Lord of Winterfell.

"What now?" Six asked the obvious question.

Ned sighed slightly before responding, "We'll gather the dead and depart for Winterfell in the morning, the hostages are too weak for travel right now. But a warm meal and some rest will do some good."

"Good, they deserve it after what they have had to endure." Six gestured to the women.

Ned could only nod his head in agreement, "Aye, but a reward shall be granted to you for your efforts. If it is within my power I will grant it."

Six regarded the man before him before answering, he had now proven his words true and now he was asked what he wanted in return. In truth he had not longed for a reward, only to be believed. He had never been offered a reward in his life, not that he could remember at least. It was not right of him to take a reward for doing his job, it was something he prided himself in.

"I don't need a reward, Lord Stark. I was only doing my duty, as all spartans have done before me."

Ned seemed to stare straight through him, a bewildered expression clear. "You save my people, aide us in striking down these brigands. Yet you ask nothing in return?"

Six nodded in return, "That is correct, but if it will help I would ask to use your forge in Winterfell. My blades can only do so much and with ammo being scarce as it is, I will need a weapon that only I can wield."

Ned gave a slight nod as he pondered what Six meant, "Of course, what did you have in mind?"

Six smirked in return his thoughts returning to the battle, "A warhammer."

A/N: Well ya'll there she is, the newest chapter in the Lone Wolf. I know its been a minute since my last upload, but getting ready to enlist and dealing with family issues. It's taken a backseat in my priorities, but this a story I will stay dedicated to. I appreciate all of the feedback and you all are giving me some great ideas, stay tuned for more.

Deuces.