(Third-person perspective)
When Lady Stark witnessed the scene before her, she could hardly believe her eyes. The monster was toying with these soldiers, more than eighty of them. They attacked from every imaginable angle, but the monster tossed them around like sacks of grain. She had heard rumors of the beast's strength, but she had thought them exaggerated; seeing this with her own eyes made it all seem illogical. Ned must be on his way, and if they didn't act quickly, he might very well side with this man of humble origins.
During her observation of the scene, she seemed to find nothing. Indeed, the creature was enormous, but it was still an animal. How could an animal possess invulnerable fur? Arrows, spears, swords—all proved utterly ineffective against it.
Meanwhile, the relentless blunt force trauma began to wear Sith down. Her movements grew slower and slower, her entire body wracked with pain. Though she wasn't seriously injured, the beatings were exhausting. These weaklings dared to attack a higher predator like her, which only fueled her rage. Each hit wounded her pride, but she knew it was best not to hurt them, for her master would disapprove. Sensing Sith's pain, Po offered her advice.
-Kill one of them in the most brutal way possible, or they won't give up. As Father said, we should try not to hurt humans because they'll be afraid of us, since they've never seen anything like us before, but this is starting to get really annoying.-
Sith hesitated slightly before answering.
Are you sure I can continue?
"Just tear one of them apart, but don't eat them," Bo suggested.
Sith scanned her chosen target, her fierce gaze locking onto Lady Stark. In that instant, Catelyn's legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, terrified. As their eyes met, her only thought was that she was about to die. Sith expressed her wish with a chilling roar.
-Can I kill this woman? She really annoys me.-
-No, it's not her. She might be an instigator, but we can't hurt her.-
Sith roared deafeningly in Catelyn's direction and announced.
-Next time, you jerk-
The Sith pounced on a soldier, tearing him to pieces without mercy. At first, the air was filled with the man's screams, a symphony of horror and agony that sent chills down one's spine. However, as his arms were ripped off, he lost consciousness. Yet, the Sith showed no pity, continuing to tear at his legs. Finally, she threw the limbless torso towards Lady Stark. Though they couldn't understand the Sith's words, her message was clear: if they dared to attack, a terrible fate awaited them.
The soldiers stood frozen, unable to move or react. Even Catelyn found herself unable to give the order to attack. Their bodies refused to obey their thoughts. Sith let out a roar infused with her magic, stunning everyone. With the resonance of the roar, they felt their bones tremble and every hair on their bodies stand on end. It was a primal fear that emanated from the depths of their being.
When the magical fluctuations struck Aermir, they interfered with his magic, forcing him to use even more magic to suppress the curse. Seeing this, Bo rebuked Sith.
- You idiot, why are you releasing magic? Didn't you think we shouldn't bother Father? He's fighting something, and now his magic is draining even faster.
Sith realized with remorse what had happened and was heartbroken over her actions. However, the damage was done. Fortunately, her roar was directed in the opposite direction, meaning it didn't seriously disrupt Aermir's control. A few minutes later, Aermir successfully regained control of his magic.
This action made everyone realize what they were facing; they fully understood the difference between predator and prey. Her roar would not have had such a profound impact without witnessing the Sith's savagery firsthand. They watched as she tore a man to pieces, some even losing control of their bladders. Just then, the thunderous roar of galloping horses reached their ears, and Lord Stark, Ser Rodrik, and the other knights emerged from a narrow path, lined up in a row.
The path leading to the Godswood was narrow and treacherous, fraught with danger. However, when Lord Stark learned of Catelyn's intentions, he was filled with dread. The situation was dire, and there was an even greater possibility: Catelyn might harm one of his familiars. What if Aermir, in a fit of rage, killed her?
Lord Stark arrived at the weirwood, his heart pounding. His gaze first fell on a mutilated corpse, and his heart raced even faster. He worried that he was too late. However, when he saw Catelyn, a feeling of relief washed over him.
Scanning the scene, he saw the soldiers trying to muster their courage to charge again, but some were clearly already badly wounded. Lord Stark quickly ordered a retreat. Aermir leaned against the weirwood, seemingly unconscious, while Sith bared his dagger-like fangs, maintaining a defensive stance and roaring warnings.
Catelyn panicked and stammered, " Ned, this... this monster attacked the barn and stole a sheep. Then... then it attacked Ser Drasil. We must kill it before it does any more harm. It's obvious Ser Drasil has lost control of it."
Enraged, Eddard slapped Catelyn without warning. She stood there in shock, unable to comprehend why her usually gentle husband would hit her. She felt humiliated and confused, wondering what she had done to deserve such treatment.
As she looked on in bewilderment, Lord Stark turned to his entourage of knights, about thirty in total. His voice was urgent as he addressed them. "Brothers, if we attack simultaneously and the Sith retaliate, how many of us do you think will survive?"
One of the Cavaliers Jory Cassel, spoke up.
"My lord, I must admit, none of us will leave here alive. We need at least two hundred, perhaps even three hundred heavily armed knights to have any chance of survival."
Sith interjected dismissively.
-You won't have a chance either. You foolish, arrogant prey. Humph!-
Ned was furious and turned to look at Catelyn.
"You nearly destroyed our home, and you didn't even realize it. The monster you tried to kill killed at least a thousand people in this war. Yet, considering that all of you are still alive except for the one she killed, it's clear she was protecting her master from armed attackers. You're not that stupid, Cat; you knowingly did it."
Lord Stark took a deep breath, then turned his gaze to the Sith, his eyes resolute. "May I come closer?"
Sith hesitated for a moment, but still allowed Lord Stark to approach Aermir. He carefully placed a finger in front of Aermir's nose to check for signs of breathing. Lord Stark knew Aermir was not in mortal danger; otherwise, Sith would not have allowed him to approach.
As they waited, the approaching sound of hooves reached their ears. Before arriving at the scene, Lord Stark had already sent a message to Maester Luwin. He spoke in a hoarse voice, in a language only the Sith could hear. "I know you possess human intelligence. I do not know what has happened, nor why you attacked the barn. If this is your master's order, raise your left paw twice."
In response, Sith raised his left paw twice. Just as they were speaking, Aermir's head drooped. Po said in a worried tone.
Father, Father, are you alright?
She reached out to Aermir with the ropes binding them. His soul was weakened and he was unconscious, but she could sense that it was all over. If he could, Po would have sighed now. It had been a tiring day; they hadn't been this tired even during the war. Lord Stark asked anxiously.
"He raises your left paw when he's fine, and raises your right paw when he's sick."
Sith raised his left paw again, indicating that Aermir was alright. Lord Stark felt a sense of relief. Although Aermir had previously explained that his familiar could sense that something was wrong with him, Lord Stark couldn't help but remain somewhat skeptical of creatures, no matter how intelligent they might be.
"The maester is on his way. Please allow him to inspect your master," Lord Stark pleaded. Suddenly, the creature turned its gaze to the weirwood, as if engaging in a silent conversation. Lord Stark followed its gaze, and the sight before him astonished him. The surrounding branches were teeming with Crow and flocks of Crow, a sight that shocked him. They perched on the branches like eerie, motionless statues.
Even more unsettling was their complete silence, creating an ominous atmosphere. As he examined each tree closely, he discovered the birds had surrounded them. Their numbers far exceeded one hundred, casting an ominous shadow over the entire scene. Not a single one of them uttered a sound. They waited silently.