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On the vast battlefield, the Amber King's army, numbering around 1,500 men, surged forward. Across the open field, Brandon's forces, totalling around 2,000 men, awaited the impending clash. The charging of feed crushed the ground as they closed the distance, the winds had picked up whipping the dust into the air. The rhythmic pounding of weapons clanking, and spears hitting shields, echoed across the field.
Brandon stood at the forefront of his army leading the line, with his retinue of King's guard, watching as the Amber King led his forces his armour still scared from their battle. Edric and Lyanna were on the far flacks taking command of the men there also leading from the front.
Finally, the Amber King's forces reached the Stark line, with a thunderous boom as the sunlight glinted off the weapons and armour, nearly blinding everyone. Then as the lines pushed against one another a clash rang out. The shield wall of Brandon's army absorbed the initial charge, and the clash of bronze reverberated through the air.
On the frontline, the soldiers of both sides fought fiercely, their weapons clashing in a chaotic violence. The shield wall started to buckle against the onslaught. The Amber men were violent and furious as they battered their way against the shield wall. Their boiling blood was on proud display as they stabbed and shoved their way through.
The battlefield quickly became chaotic clashes of shouts and commands as the Amber King's fierce warriors pressed forward, slowly gaining ground against Brandon's forces. Despite their numerical disadvantage, the Amber King's men fought with relentless ferocity bringing a great grin to Alden's face as he commanded his men to push forward.
Amid the turmoil, Brandon's voice rose above the clamour, echoing across his line. "Hold the line! Stand firm!" he commanded, rallying his men in the face of the relentless assault. He moved tirelessly along the shield wall, reinforcing defences where needed, aiding fallen soldiers to their feet, and joining the fray whenever a gap appeared.
The clash of weapons and the cries of combatants filled the air as battles erupted across the front lines. Brandon fought shoulder to shoulder with his men, his sword striking with precision, and his shield providing a stalwart defence.
Despite their efforts, the relentless pressure from the Amber King's forces began to take its toll. The shield wall continued to push back under the weight of the enemy onslaught, inch by inch.
"Hold men!" Shouted Brandon. "Show your metal men, fight!" he shouted as he moved along the line using a small contingent of his King's men to move along the line.
As the weight of the Amber King's assault pressed against the shield wall, it seemed as though the very will of Brandon held the line together as he rallied his men. The line, though strained, held firm through sheer grit and resilience.
However, the central part of the shield wall had yielded to the overwhelming pressure, and the men found themselves pushed back as the line started to look more like a curve. Edric and Lyanna, positioned on the wings, could see this keen observation along with their thinly spread flanks.
Edric and Lyanna seized this opportunity. They rallied their respective forces and pressed the counterattack against the flanks of the Amber King's army squeezing them inwards. The enemy, having pushed too far forward, found themselves caught in a pincer movement as Edric and Lyanna's forces closed in from both sides.
The thin spread of their forces proved to be a vulnerability, and Edric and Lyanna skilfully exploited it, driving the flanks inward toward the strong centre.
Amidst the chaotic clash of bronze and the roars of battle, Brandon, at the heart of the central line, continued to hold steadfast against the relentless assault from the Amber King's forces. The shield wall, though strained, remained resolute under his leadership and the unwavering commitment of his men.
However, as the sides of the Amber King's army were pushed inward by the flanking manoeuvres led by Edric and Lyanna, a visible tremor began to ripple through the ranks of the Amber men. Their initial ferocity, which had struck hard into Brandon's forces, started to waver as they felt further squished into each other.
The once-unyielding front of the Amber King's army started to buckle, and the central part of their line, pressed from both sides, faced the greatest pressure. Brandon, sensing the turning tide, seized the moment to inspire his men further. With a rallying cry, he gathered his king guard and pressed on, pushing back against the Amber line.
Soon after their flanks started to collapse quickly spreading panic among the Amber men like a virus through the body of the army. Their formation crumbled as disarray set in. In a swift and unforeseen turn of events, the Amber King's army, initially appearing indomitable, began to rout.
Men broke rank, their ferocity replaced by desperation as they turned and fled from the battlefield the second it started to look bad for them. The once-confident soldiers, now scattered in disarray, leaving the field in a chaotic retreat.
Brandon, amidst the chaos, stood tall at the heart of the central line, watching as the Amber King's men broke and retreated in haste. "Charge Men, chase them down, and take all as prisoners," Bradon called out, now moving to finish the fight.
As the Amber King's men scattered in disarray, Brandon's forces seized the opportunity to give chase, capturing those who faltered in their retreat. The pursuit was relentless, and with the effective flanking manoeuvres employed earlier, many of the retreating soldiers found themselves surrounded and captured.
Brandon and his men continued the pursuit, charging and grabbing any retreating man they could. Through they soon came to a group of Amber King's soldiers who had formed a makeshift defensive circle, standing back-to-back in a desperate last stand. The composition of the group was peculiar, with some clad in sturdy bronze armour, while others wore the more common plain leather armour.
Brandon approached cautiously. The group, though outnumbered and facing certain defeat, fought valiantly, holding their ground as they defended one another. The clash of weapons echoed in the air as the Winter King's forces closed in.
"Hold men," Brandon calls out stopping the current charging men from attacking them as he walks up to the group of men. "Valiant warrior, there is no reason to fight, your battle is lost. Surender and you will be taken care of and allowed to return home unharmed."
From the group, one of the men in bronze armour calls out. "We fight because we can, our arms can still thrust, and our legs can hold us. Thus, we will fight." He declares his voice hard and firm in its resolve.
"You are a mighty warrior indeed but to die here would mean that you cannot fight another day. Do not lose your lives here and prove nothing, surrender so that you fight another day, prove your worth later, and learn from what you have lost now."
The man seems to contemplate this for a moment looking between all of his men before moving out of the formation. "I suppose losing in a fight against the King of Winter is not the worst way to lose my first battle." He says as he takes off his bronze helmet.
"Tell me warrior what is your name," Brandon asks curious of who would lead this last defence.
"I am Alex Amber, and I surrender to you." He speaks.