"Give me the warhammer, Blackhand," Gendry said. Blackhand had brought an extra warhammer when he came out.
The fierce flames of battle flared between Gendry and Rattleshirt.
Though the King of Bones was a vicious little monster, he was nimble and agile, even more dangerous than the Weeper.
But that was all the King of Bones amounted to. Rattleshirt was fast, but lacked strength.
The warhammer evaded his blade, and he seemed to become Gendry's toy, his small figure spinning like a top.
Then the savage warhammer swept out viciously at Rattleshirt.
"No!" The King of Bones went ashen. He wanted to flee, but had nowhere to go.
All he saw was Gendry's towering figure looming over him like a shadow, the whistling warhammer smashing toward his head.
The giant's skull shattered, and Rattleshirt let out a piercing wail.
One blow! Flesh and blood burst apart.
Blood, fragments of skull, and soft tissue flew through the air.
Rattleshirt's body fell too-the King of Bones and his bone ornaments.
"Why did another one come to throw his life away?" Giantbane covered his eyes. "I was wrong. This pretty little king is a savage butcher too. Things that are too beautiful are always too dangerous."
"Mance, have you thought it through?" Gendry asked the King Beyond the Wall.
Mance's scalp prickled. His Wildlings had always lacked order. If King Gendry personally led a torrent of steel against them, his entire force would collapse even without the Magic Dragons.
A giant swayed slowly on the back of a mammoth, also appearing on the bloody battlefield.
The mammoth was enormous, and the giant was huge too. They looked more like bears.
The newcomer seemed to be the King of the Giants. His hair was gray with white streaks, and the mammoth beneath him was