(Male protagonist's perspective)
As I touched the stone walls to see if they were protected, Caygan began to focus his attention on himself, but they weren't. A wicked smile crept across my face. This would make our job much easier. With everyone's attention focused on Caygan, I slowly began to bend the stones around the door and seal it.
The guardhouse had two doors, one on the west side where we came in, and the other on the east side. Both doors led to the Wall. After I wedged the door, I went to Caygan and signaled to them.
"Sir, Chef Dogan delivered those buckets to Captain Simon Pyke. Is he here?"
One of the people playing cards looked up and said.
"I am Simon, why would he send these things?"
"Harrick said."
"Perhaps he thought you were thirsty!"
He threw the Big Bucket as if it weighed nothing. Harrick's strength increased, and now he had 12 units of power. The thrown barrel hit Simon and the men around him. I saw Simon crash into the stone wall and explode like a watermelon. The soldiers were stunned. They didn't know what had happened.
Harrick grew stronger and stronger, and Caygan grew faster and faster, reaching a speed of 11 points on his own. After I Buff him, he moved like Ghost. The instant Harrick threw the barrel, Caygan released it, but before it hit the ground, he drew his dagger and slit the throats of three soldiers.
Within two minutes, all the soldiers were killed. Because of the commotion we had caused, the others tried to open the gate and shouted for Simon to see if he was alright. Just then, the drawbridge dropped and the fence began to rise.
( Eddard Stark's perspective)
Aermir ordered me to prepare the army by morning, but not to arouse suspicion; I had them stay in their tents. Everyone was ready to charge, awaiting his signal. But the other lords and Robert did not trust Aermir as much, because they did not truly know his abilities.
Even I'm not sure what abilities he actually possesses. I'm reluctant to believe the gods truly sent him, but he's too unnatural; it can't be real. His words and actions, his talents, his intelligence—all point to the obvious. He wasn't born that way; he was tailor-made, like a garment. He was clearly made for war...
Aww!
Just as I was lost in thought, the cawing of a Crow pulled me back to reality. It was Aermir's Crow; I think he called it Bo. The Crow with the white feathers on its head. That's it, Signal. I quickly stood up from my chair and began to shout commands.
(Third-person perspective)
As the drawbridge lowered and the fences rose, the North army began to pour through the city gates, with Jorah Mormont leading the vanguard. Clad in full plate armor and wielding a bear-crowned shield, he led his troops at the very front.
Aermir and the twins waited a moment while the North army advanced. It would be quite a surprise if they joined the battle without armor, starting to block swords with their hands and arms. Aermir used Wave and Erebus to pull Wannian and Jilim from the Citadel. The two rats had not yet shown any magical talent.
As the North Vanguard began to control the main gate, Aermir and the twins emerged from the guardhouse and went to the gate itself. There, the Sith awaited them with their weapons and armor. With the help of the others, they prepared themselves and joined the battle. By the time Aermir was ready for battle, all the other troops had begun to pour through the gate.
The Ironborn may be villains, but they are not school villains; they are fanatical villains, putting up a fierce resistance. Jorah Mormont tries to storm the Great Citadel, but encounters immense resistance at every corner, on every staircase, and on every step.
The spiral staircase, in particular, was a nightmare to advance on; its structure allowed the defenders to move easily while making it difficult for the invaders. Because it was a clockwise spiral, Union soldiers had to be careful of the walls when swinging their swords, as most of them were right-handed, but the defenders had no problem, as they could take advantage of the natural curve of the staircase.
Thanks to the narrow, spiraling staircase, small groups of troops were able to hold off larger ones. This was only the case before Aermir and Harrick reached the choke point. Thanks to level 4 armor magic and Harrick's buff, they advanced as if the defending army were nonexistent. Each impact inflicted blunt force damage, but thanks to shields, armor, and padding, it was all bearable.
They advanced steadily, and while Harrick might move like Iron Giants, his fighting style was clumsy and brutal. Aermir, on the other hand, possessed masterful skill in combat. He could dodge, use his pommel horse, parry, and counterattack, but then he began to wrestle with his enemies. Aermir decided that rather than killing them immediately, he would use them as training dummies.
In his fight with Harras Harlaw, he realized he was still weak in grappling. He sheathed his sword, " Red Rain," and drew his dagger from his waist. He would grab a man and throw him to the ground, then stab him in his weak spots with the dagger, even if the opponent was unarmored. He acted as if everyone were fully armed.
As the armies of the North and the Crownlands advanced toward Lordshall, armies from the Vale and the Westerlands began to spread toward the Great Citadel, attempting to wrest control from the Ironborn. Tywin was unwilling to be reduced to a servant of honor. He had to clean up the mess his master had left behind, but he did not express his discontent, continuing as before. He acted in his own way; he gave his men informal orders for raids and plunder. He loosened the leash of his hounds and sent them to attack the Pyke.
As the spiral staircases converged at the front of the hall, Aermir saw Lord Stark and King Robert approaching from the other side. The king was like a child in a candy store, banging on people's heads while laughing uncontrollably. Looking at him, you would think his heraldic animal was a wild boar. He had 15 Strength and 12 Speed; seeing this, Aermir thought how strong he must have been in his prime. He must have possessed superhuman strength.
Lord Stark was a fine swordsman and warrior, but he was retreating, so Aermir used some Buff on him. Lord Stark suddenly felt a familiar power surge through his body; he killed the man before him and tried to locate Aermir. Seeing him, Lord Stark silently nodded in gratitude, then rejoined the battle, his blood boiling once more. They forced the Ironborn back into the Great Hall. With the final blows of Robert and Harrick, these two monsters, they breached the gates.
The interior of the hall was as damp and dark as the rest of Pyke's house, but this room had a sinister feel to it. The enormous black sea monster and the black throne before it did nothing to alleviate the ominous atmosphere. The throne of Iron Islands was known as the " Seastone Chair."
The Seastone Chair carved from a single piece of dark, oily stone into the shape of a sea monster. Legend has it that it was discovered by the First Men on the shore of Old Wyk Island when they came to the Iron Islands. When Robert saw Balon ascend the throne, Balon Greyjoy was sitting on this Seastone Chair. He shouted in a voice full of excitement and anticipation.
" Balon, I'm going to smash your rebellious head. Sit there and wait patiently. After I've dealt with your sissy henchmen, it'll be your turn."