"Those who refuse to surrender after ten breaths will be executed for treason!" Gendry announced.
The king's Gold Cloaks were ready, their crossbows loaded, their spearmen and swordsmen prepared to clear the battlefield at any moment.
"One. Two. Three..."
"We surrender! We surrender!" The Red Cloaks' surrender turned into a rout.
"Traitors! You're all traitors!" the Red Cloak commander cursed.
"What makes us traitors? We're only small traders from Lannisport. Why should we die with the Lannisters?"
"Exactly! I'm a farmer, and I've never slept with Queen Mother Cersei, Ser Jaime's whore."
The Red Cloaks cursed back, refusing to accept the criticism.
"King Tommen is the rightful king! You're nothing but the seed the drunkard king spilled in a gutter. What a pity those nobles treat you like a treasure!"
"For the Lannisters! Long live the lion!" The Red Cloak commander roared and charged forward alone, rushing at the king all by himself.
"Looking for death?" The blade gleamed as Gendry drew Lady Justice. Blue light flashed sharply along the sword, and its movement was impossibly fast.
Ser Gerold saw it clearly. It was a stroke of unmatched force, and with Magic Sword Lady Justice's own sharpness added to it, no one could withstand it.
Gendry was tall and athletic, and his advantages in speed and strength gave his attacks tremendous reach.
Then the Red Cloak commander fell to the ground. His longsword, armor, flesh, and entrails had all been severed by the sweeping blow.
Ser Barristan Selmy removed the man's Lion Half-Helm. Blond hair and green eyes-the unmistakable looks of House Lannister.
"Your Grace, the commander was a distant relative of House Lannister, so he often used that to insult us," the surrendered Red Cloaks said pitifully.
The Lannisters had many branches. Even if everyone else abandoned Casterly Rock,