He saw the confusion on everyone's faces. He would use a speech to spur them on.
"You call me a halfman," he-
Tyrion said, "then what do you 'whole men' have that I don't?"
His words greatly provoked these men. Then they would fight together.
King's Landing, Flea Bottom. This was something of a central location.
Gold Cloaks spearmen held their spears high, patrolling the street corners and cursing.
"Get back inside, you drunken wretch." In this chaos, many drunks wanted to go out looting. But Lord Bywater had sent Gold Cloak Guards.
But the rumble of hooves rose from the Old Gate like thunder. It was not the terrifying sound of wildfire from before, but the unmistakable sound of hooves.
"The enemy! That sound means the enemy has broken through from the north!" a Gold Cloak knight suddenly realized.
"We should run too."
"Run!"
The Gold Cloaks scattered to find somewhere to flee for their lives, no longer bothering to suppress the drunks. Some of the bolder ones even stripped off their uniforms and joined the mob. Some of the Gold Cloaks had come from Flea Bottom themselves.
"Northerners! The savages from the North and Crackclaw Point are here!" The news exploded like thunder everywhere, setting King's Landing ablaze like water coming to a boil.
Mobs surged up, trying to open the Iron Gate and the Gate of the Gods. Flea Bottom was an utter shambles. Many people also began rushing into the Red Keep, the safest place.
"The bleeding red star lights our ranks! Disaster comes because of the Lannisters. The Kingslayer killed the old king, and the Kingslayer's whore killed the late king!" a stinking prophet shouted, and more and more people joined his ranks.
"Divine punishment!"
"Divine punishment!" the prophet chanted. Then more and more