ASOIAF: The Red Lion and the Crazy Child

A man runs into the tent in the tent pouring. Daeron releases a frightened scream and Gwayne takes the sword. — Ser, Lord Jaime commands the cavalry to regroup immediately. Enemies attacked in great number the forraggers and scouts very close to here. — I'm on my way, gather the horses. — said Gwayne, brusquely while you dress your clothes and grab your armor. – Help me with this Daeron. He helped him put his armor on as fast as he can. Then it was his turn to be helped and then he finished the last thing missing in Gwayne's armor, helping him put the gorjal in. Out there, men ran from one side to the other, organizing and forming ranks. The man who had entered the tent was waiting for them to hold the horse's reins, wakes up on the light of an archote Gwayne recognised him. Ser Valter, the youngest of the knights who had been chosen to accompany him. Gwayne went up and looked at Riverrun. The enemies in the plumps were agitated, going from one side to the other with torches in their hands. Gwayne joined the pile of knights who were heading towards the north camp exit, Daeron right behind with the rest of the four knights around him. Lord Jaime was far ahead, they could barely hear his orders, Jaime raised his sword and advanced with all the cavalry following him, three thousand men of Lannister cavalry. Lannister cavalry entered the woods behind the enemies with Jaime Lannister leading, our advantage was overwhelming, Daeron looked at Gwayne with a smile. The enemy cavalry seemed to have at the most two hundred or more knights, Gwayne could see them for the first time when Jaime's hospital turned to enter the woods, it was very dark and the only light was the moonlight. In that forest in just a few minutes of pursuit a long plain opened with trees surrounding them from both sides. Suddenly, the enemy knights gave up the escape and returned to face them. "Lannister screamed Jaime and the enemies screamed ""Riverrun" A big steel banging happened at their meeting.

So, the tinkling of the arches broke the night, making it fall upon them a rain of arrows from the sky on both sides of the woods. Many of the people in the middle of the hospital fell in the first heavily arrows. — it's a trap! A second heavy one fell on them. He saw Gwayne's horse get hit and fall violently on the ground. Gwayne! Now yelling from both sides of the forest were heard. "Stark and then Winterfell soon they were coming out of the trees to join the attack.""" Gwayne managed to kneel over a foot and firmly used the sword, had a part of his face covered in clay. He rearches and looks around, sees his front Northern warriors running towards him and fighting with the remnants of the Lannister, then turned to look the other way, where Jaime was meeting. He didn't fall off the horse and in his direction came hundreds of knights and soldiers who carried standards of the twins and the Stark wolf, Jaime's vanguard was still fine, but what was left of the central column and the rear were surrounded and divided by fighting most on the floor. Lord Jaime was the only one Gwayne recognized in the heat of the Battle. He managed to stand and ran towards Daeron, but he was stopped continuing for an enemy, Gwayne went into battle position and waited for him to move forward, soon more two came along, and to avoid being caught in the middle, advanced against what was in front of him, attacking and defending, gaining space against those who were behind. Gwayne hit a leg hit, which made him fall on the ground and soon turned to face the back, the first advanced running and attacking from above, Gwayne easily defended and used his strength to throw him back and then attacked him against the third one who was hesitating after his companions fell against him, until Gwayne was attacked from behind and hit the leg. He screams of pain and turns his sword with all his strength behind him, hitting the enemy and chopping off the arm of the second man. While he was doing that, an allied knight passed by hitting the third man. Gwayne took this opportunity to continue his search for Daeron. We flanks what remained of the rear fought with all its forces to stay alive. He spotted him about 15 metres ahead. Daeron writhered on the floor holding his arm. While a huge bearded northern approached to the finish, when he raised the axe, Gwayne ran and plucked his sword into his thigh with all the strength left, he tried to pull her back but the sword got stuck, so the man screamed in pain and spun the ax in his direction violently, if it was a common sword and not a common sword, and not a castle steel, would have broken at the same moment. Gwayne pulled his dagger and tried a blow against the enemy's neck, but the Northern held his hand. So Gwayne fell on him and both rolled over in the mud, the man was strong and held him long enough to make him release the dagger, Gwayne tried to hang him with his hand, and then he desperately managed to turn his neck and get his knife on the floor, and Gwayne found the knife on the floor and the bastard's shoulder and the whisk in the face of the fury, he attacks Gwayne's face with the knife and he desperately swept his neck, and then a sword through his neck with his face with his blood.

Daeron stands, holding the sword with both hands. He attacked him from behind. He pushes the body from above his friend. Gwayne poured and cleaned his face with his arm.

"They heard a wolf howl, and screams from Winterfell both looked towards the howl.""" Gwayne gets up and Daeron's legs weaken, making him lean on Gwayne. There wasn't much left of the rear and the central column was annihilated, the enemies were surrounding them, and further ahead and see what could only be Ser Jaime, which even now his golden armor looked grey in the night, he was unmistakable. And they saw him advance with few knights by his side against hundreds of enemies and saw everyone falling before Jaime who madly advanced on the hill where Stark standards and a knight surrounded by several others. It must be Lord Stark. - He thought Gwayne. - Come on Daeron!

- Let's go, Gwayne, if we stay we're gonna die. - – shouted Daeron, pulling Gwayne by the arm. – they're not gonna kill Jaime, it's too important. But we don't! So he fell on the floor. — I carry you. — said Gwayne, with the hoarse voice. He took him and put him on top of a horse he found lost in the middle of the battlefield, then he rode back and fired the opposite side of where Jaime had invested, diverting from the Northern who were still on that side, they shot arrows at them, but none hit. – It'll be fine, Daeron. Just hold on to me and we'll come home.