A White Walker suddenly appeared in the white mist, its crystal-thin spear giving off an eerie blue glow as it thrust sideways at Robb.
Thud! Theon loosed an arrow. His archery had always been good.
The arrow failed to pierce the White Walker's body, but it still slowed its movements a little. Robb's horse neighed as the spearhead struck his armor without piercing it.
"Theon!" Robb looked back and saw Theon, and was just about to call to him.
A White Walker's longsword thrust gracefully out from another corner. The blade swept across the horse's neck, and the warhorse crashed to the ground, screaming.
Theon tumbled unsteadily to the ground as well. Then a White Walker appeared before him.
The White Walker was as slender as a longsword and as pale as milk, its armor changing color as it moved.
Its arrival brought a chill, as though it had frozen the temperature around it.
Theon felt his own movements slow as well. He fumbled for his obsidian dagger.
The White Walker did not pierce Theon's Black Scale Armor, instead finding the junction between his scale armor and his helmet.
The crystal sword radiated cold, and blood misted in the air around it. Theon was almost impaled on the crystal blade.
"No!" Theon cried out. Just moments ago, he had rejoiced at Ramsay's death, and now it was his own turn.
"I suppose I fulfilled my dream. When Robb needed me, I fought beside him." Theon slowly closed his eyes.
"No!" Robb shouted desperately, but he was already too tense to move forward.
"Go!" Robb's fellow cavalrymen roared at him as they fought a retreat. They had killed large numbers of wights, but could not contend with these uncanny White Walkers.
A brother of the Night's Watch near Theon raised his