"Lord Mace, are you ready to surrender now?" Randyll asked, his voice calm, without the slightest hint of mockery.
"Sur... surrender?" Mace squeezed out the words in a daze, then hurriedly said, "Yes, surrender. I surrender. I choose to bend the knee to His Grace Viserys."
He dropped to one knee, bracing both hands against the ground, and laid his longsword on the ground before him.
Randyll watched him, a flicker of contempt passing through his gray eyes where no one could see it. "Take Lord Mace away and lock him up for now. Make certain he is properly accommodated."
Two soldiers from Horn Hill stepped forward and hauled Mace Tyrell up from the ground. His legs were still as limp as noodles, and they practically dragged him away.
Just as the men of the Reach opened the north gate, chaos engulfed the western walls of Storm's End as well.
With some of the Reach's troops inside the castle aiding them, the Dornish quickly stormed up through the west gate, led by Oberyn Martell himself. In an instant, his spear pierced the throats of three Stormlands soldiers, spraying blood across the walls.
The Stormlands soldiers still fought desperately, but they were now attacked from both front and rear, their fighting spirit badly shaken. The battle had barely begun, and they had already suffered heavy losses.
Oberyn's spear struck like a viper, taking a life with every thrust, while a steady stream of Dornish soldiers poured onto the walls behind him.
Renly happened to be in the tower on the western wall, with only a dozen or so guards and those few members of the Rainbow Guard beside him.
Brienne the Beauty was covered in blood, and several notches had been hacked into her longsword. After the fighting, her face and