Your Crystal is Under Attack

"!!"

"Oh! By the Seven Gods, is that Garen mad? Jumping down from that height, with so many White Walkers, how dare he leap down alone?!"

Finally, taking advantage of a lull in the fighting along this section of the wall, before the White Walkers could climb up, Tyrion Lannister, the Imp, managed to sneak away and find an empty barrel that had previously held oil. He rolled it over to his brother Jaime.

Then, setting it upright, he nimbly climbed onto it. Only then could he lean over the battlement and look out at the area not far away. He saw the figure standing beneath the castle gate, radiating golden light, wielding a hammer and smashing groups of White Walkers. It was an incredible individual who, by sheer force, had cleared the entire gate area.

To be honest, Tyrion had to admit now that Garen's personal combat prowess was indeed the greatest he had ever witnessed in his entire life, bar none!

But...

He couldn't understand Garen's impulsive, reckless bravery!

If it were him, Tyrion the Imp, if he had Garen's strong and tall physique, and that wondrous power of justice, he would definitely do better than Garen.

Fine...

Tyrion also admitted that he was, in fact, a little jealous of Garen right now...

After all, he was just a deformed dwarf, a "half-man" freak... If he could have Garen's physique, even without that power, he would certainly not have endured all the unfair treatment and slander he had suffered.

"No, Tyrion, you are wrong."

"He isn't mad. Lord Garen is a fearless warrior. He had to do it, and only he could do it!"

"Otherwise, if that Giant White Walker smashes open our gate, the endless horde of White Walkers behind it will pour in. By then, no