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As the sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the open field, the armies of the Winter Kingdom vs Amber and Locke Kingdoms lined up, forming their shield wall formations in lines on opposite sides of the battlefield.
On one side stands Brandon his forces numbering around 2,500 men. Having increased the number of villages in his kingdom from both battles and influxes of people from other lands. With more people and villages come more taxes, men for the army, and a chance for Brandon to branch out the army with different troops.
Opposite them stands the Amber King, his army numbering around 1,000 men. The wars and the low morale of the people have taken their toll, causing his forces to dwindle as many choose to avoid his call to arms, fearing the inevitable defeat that awaits them. Yet, the Amber King was willing to try one last time to gain back his needed glory, and though his army was mostly ill-equipped he was still confident in his victory.
Beside him stands the Locke King, his forces numbering a formidable 3,000 men. Sweeling in power through successful battles with the Tower King and the influx of people, his soldiers stand tall and proud eager for battle like their king.
The two armies cross the open plains, marching in formation, the ground trembles beneath the weight of their 6,500 footsteps. But as they approach each other, a sudden surge of movement breaks the formations. From the ranks of Brandon's men, 500 soldiers break free, their forms clad in light leather armour, similar to the rest of the line. However, they carry no shields or spears like their comrades instead, they carry a sling and a pouch of rocks.
The slingers move quickly and with speed, their movements fluid as they twirl their slings overhead. The sling itself consists of a small leather pouch attached to two long straps. The slingers load their projectiles, a collection of smooth stones gathered from the earth, before whirling it over their heads creating swooshing before sending them hurtling towards the enemy.
As the stones fly through the air, some find their mark, crashing into the ranks of the Amber King's shield wall. Wooden shields splinter, and men cry out in pain from broken bones, it tears through flesh and bone getting past the weak defences of leather armour. With morale already low before the battle even began, the sudden force which continuity rains down on them breaks the army before they can even start the battle.
Levy infantrymen break ranks and flee in disarray like a sandcastle in a rising tide, their shouts of "Fuck this!" cry out, and "This is bullshit!" as they abandon their posts and flee the field in a desperate bid for survival despite Aldens cry for them to get back in line before he whips them.
The two armies continue to push toward each other, the chaos of battle marches amidst the breaking of bones, shields, and the cries of men. Brandon's slingers, having wreaked havoc among the Amber King's forces, swiftly change their focus to the Locke King, their slings whirling as they launch more rocks into the fray. With each well-aimed shot, the Locke King's men are pelted by a barrage of stones, causing disruptions and slowing their advance as they struggle to shield themselves from the relentless onslaught.
But the Locke King's forces are not so easily deterred. Like their king, they hunger for battle, their spirits undiminished by the storm of projectiles raining down upon them. At the front lines, the Locke King himself stands tall, his eyes ablaze with the fire of battle as he laughs with joy.
As the forces draw closer, the Amber King moves to join the Locke King, his Kings guard the only men who have remained by his side, as he desperately tries to claw back some reputation. Together, they press forward, as they prepare to meet the Winter King's forces head-on.
As the lines are on the brink of collision, Brandon's slingers pull back from the front lines, their movements swift and purposeful. Some weave around the flanks of the battlefield, while others pass through the ranks of their army, retreating to the back lines to act as reserve troops.
And then, with a deafening roar, the lines finally meet, the clash of weapons echoing across the battlefield like thunder. Brandon Stark's forces seize the first advantage, with the enemy's ranks disarrayed by the slinger damage they charge. They surge forward, smashing into the gaps in the enemy's lines.
Brandon's forces press their advantage, pushing into the depths of the enemy line, his soldiers fighting eager to regain their king's favour and prove their worth to him again.
As the sun climbs high into the sky, casting its golden rays across the battlefield, the lines of the Winter King and the Locke King continue to clash in a fierce and bloody struggle. Brandon Stark fights alongside his men, his Kings guard by his side, as they face off against the Locke and Amber Kings' guardsmen.
Brandon's sword flashing he cuts through the enemy ranks. His King's guard fights on with their king proud to stand by his side once again.
The clash of bronze rings out like a symphony of war, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat as men fight and die for their respective causes. Amidst the chaos, the disorganization at the front of Locke King's line proves fatal, as Brandon's continue to exploit the gaps in their defences and press forward. Penetrate deeper into the enemy's lines, sowing further disarray and confusion, the Locke King's forces begin to buckle under the relentless assault.
Sensing victory within their grasp, Brandon Stark presses his advantage, rallying his men to push forward and drive deeper into the enemy line before they finally crack under the pressure and retreat, Brandon continues to battle through the enemy Kings guard and fights with Gareth again, with the same smile he always has.
But the rest of the army cannot keep up with Gareth and their lives buck and then break. With the Locke King's forces in full retreat, Brandon's soldiers charge after them, their shouts of triumph mingling with the cries of the wounded and dying.
The slingers, who had played a crucial role in disrupting the enemy's ranks, are unleashed once more. They join in the pursuit, harrying the retreating enemy and capturing prisoners.
As the dust settles and the echoes of battle fade into the distance, Brandon Stark stands victorious upon the blood-soaked fields of battle. His men, having regained their spirits, celebrate their hard-won victory. And amidst the wreckage of war, Brandon looks upon his men with pride, glad to see them back in shape.
He watches as his medical team is already starting to move around the battlefield tending to his men their presence boosts the morale of the army knowing that they will be saved after battles. He watches his slingers, the creation of Edric, Lyanna, and himself after much testing and deciding to stop calvary you need lots of projectiles. He can say it has been a rounding success.