Victory Decided, Heaven and Earth Shatter, Antlers Break, Black Water Boils

The sounds of fighting inside and outside the Mud Gate nearly tore apart King's Landing's night sky.

Torches had been knocked to the ground, hissing on the waterlogged stone pavement.

In the flickering shadows, there was only the dull sound of blades sinking into flesh and the anguished cries of the dying.

"Open the gate! Raise the gate, now!"

An Antler Men leader clad in leather armor roared.

The short axe in his hand viciously split open the skull of a Poor Fellows member who tried to stop him.

Blood splashed across his face, making him look like a demon.

Hundreds of Antler Men wielding sharp blades were frantically charging the gate's winch mechanism. The massive iron portcullis was only a few steps away.

They only had to raise that damned gate.

Then the royal army outside could march straight in. They would earn Baratheon's rewards and rise from gutter rats to nobles of great merit.

"For Baratheon!"

"For our king!"

"Get out of the way, you lunatics!"

They had thought this would be an easy attack from within and without.

But they were disappointed.

What faced them was the frenzied counterattack of the Sons of the Warrior and the Poor Fellows.

"Traitors!"

A Son of the Warrior roared, slamming his body into a rebel swinging a sword and driving his longsword into the man's abdomen.

Without even looking at the dying enemy, he turned and lunged at the next.

These poor men and nobles, armed with religious fanaticism, feared no death.

With their flesh and blood, they forcibly drove back the assault of the infiltrators.

More believers surged forward.

They wore no armor, and the weapons in their hands were crude to the point of absurdity. Some wielded nothing but homemade wooden spears.

Yet a flame burned in their