"Ah!"
On Iron Street, more than a dozen Lannister soldiers charged recklessly after the figure growing ever farther ahead of them.
A woman they had knocked down when she failed to dodge could do nothing but let out a scream.
In this era, even a casual curse from a commoner could bring a death sentence.
The men on the street, however, hid off to the side with keen interest, watching the soldiers catch their quarry with relish. Not one of them thought to help the woman who had fallen to the ground.
Robb looked utterly bedraggled. The blood at the corner of his mouth had begun to clot, and the gruesome sword wound across his back had stopped bleeding thanks to the red mist contributed by the last Lannister soldier with his life.
With no steady supply of red mist, and having already lost blood from his earlier injuries, his strength was now nearly spent.
He had just passed Master Angi's smithy. Before he could shake the pursuers hot on his heels,
there was no way he could risk seeking Varys's help through Master Angi.
Although Robb had memorized King's Landing's layout from a map, maps in this era were nothing like the 3D maps of his previous life.
The street he was fleeing down now was completely unfamiliar to him.
Still, judging by the many smithies around him and the general layout in his mind, he was probably somewhere in the lower-middle stretch of Iron Street, near Visenya's Hill.
Clack!
At last, he spotted a stall beneath an awning set up at a narrow street entrance. As he ran past, he swung his longsword and cut through the two wooden posts holding it up.
Crash!
The unsupported awning collapsed, blocking the already narrow street. The Lannister soldiers behind him