"Woooooo." The horns sounded again.
People of the Reach, the Riverlands, and the Stormlands spread their longships out across the sea beneath a forest of banners: the king's golden Four-Part Banner, Tyrell's golden rose on green, Seaguard's eagle, and House Tarth's quartered arms.
Ships collided, their hulls shattering into flying splinters. The Ironborn blew low, mournful warhorns, while the horns of the Green Lands answered with a dense, fervent drumbeat.
"The king is here."
"The king is here."
"Kill the krakens! Kill the krakens!" Amid the clamor, the occasional Ironborn longship that emerged was rammed.
Bloody boarding battles began.
Ser Talbert Serry shouted as he stepped onto an enemy ship's gunwale, the humiliation of losing his castle filling him with a thirst for revenge. The soldiers of Southshield threw themselves into it just as fully.
Ser Serry wore his arms on his chest: a white rose on a red shield. His shield bore the same device, a white rose against red, surrounded by a ring of white crenellations shaped like shields.
"Die." Serry's steel sword was a fine weapon, whistling fiercely as he swung it.
Ser Serry slammed his shield into an Ironborn, then suddenly slashed his sword across the man's belly. His intestines spilled over the deck like eels.
The other reinforcements were just as valiant: Garlan of the roses, Earl Jason Mallister of Seaguard, and the fishermen of Tarth.
"It's time!" Gendry readied Lady Justice, her blue edge like gentle seawater.
A Red Priest, a Red Priestess, Magic Master Marwyn, and three dragons were also aboard his great warship.
"Go, boys!" Gendry called.
The magic dragons beat their wings aboard the ship, took flight, circled, and began breathing flame after flame.
"Dragons! Magic dragons!"
"These fucking magic dragons are one year old? Didn't you say they were only