Fishing Net 3

[I'm finally back TT]

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Above the inn's spire, the rose banner snapped fiercely in the wind. Arrows, like deadly cold flashes, shot from the inn's narrow windows.

The Ironborn, wearing pointed helmets and chainmail, raised wooden shields and roared battle cries as they charged the inn's entrance one after another.

With every step forward, more attackers were struck by arrows, their bodies swaying before collapsing to the ground. Yet the Ironborn showed no fear, still shouting as they surged forward at a rapid pace.

The cries of battle shook the heavens.

The Ironborn launched a frenzied assault without regard for their lives. Though the inn's wooden doors were thick and sturdy, they could not withstand such ferocious impacts.

Amid dull, thunderous crashes, wood splinters flew everywhere, and the doors came crashing down.

The shieldmen's formation fell into slight disorder, but the Lord of Highgarden's guards were all elites of The Reach. They swiftly re-formed their ranks, holding back the Ironborn's surging offensive.

"Thrust!"

As the shout rang out, spears thrust out from behind the shieldmen, viciously piercing the Ironborn battering against the shields. Blood sprayed.

At the same time, the Ironborn behind them hurled hand axes with all their strength, sending them flying over the Reach shieldmen.

Flesh and blood flew. Some fallen Ironborn, with their final breath, shrieked as they swung their weapons at the shieldmen's feet or calves.

The shieldmen cried out and fell, while those behind them did not hesitate. They immediately stepped over their wounded comrades' bodies and advanced, quickly filling the gaps in the defense.

Thick smoke billowed from the harbor and city streets. The corpses before the inn's entrance piled ever higher, like a small hill made of blood and flesh.

Amid the fierce battle, wails and sounds of slaughter intertwined.