A gap in the swarm of clansmen before him gives Haken a moment to breath. A stiff kick sends the dead one before him to the side so the sarjeant can step up on a stray rock for a better view to look for his lords.
There! Still standing, thank the Warrior
He smiles with grim satisfaction as Ser Jarl runs down another of the Blood Goats, and cocks his head curiously when he hears laughter.
Roy? He stares at the young blacksmith, enjoying the skirmish perhaps too much. Strong lad, but maybe needs to take things more serious.
With the throng of clansmen lessening, Haken sees most the Vantri entourage holding their own. He hears Ser Laton belay some order Ser Jarl gave, but over the din, Haken hadn't heard the original order.Doesn't matter, I imagine. Bloody goats seem to be in retreat.
A few stragglers remain - whether for blood lust or brazen bravado or simple bad luck Haken can't say.
He hops down from his rock and hustles over the the side of the wagon. He grabs the shoulder of the clansmen trying to climb into the wagon, and hauls him back, flinging him to the ground. The heel of his boot breaks the downed man's jaw, and then Haken's steel finishes his howling.
"They're falling back. Fynn, Derring - drive them off. Ollip, check the fallen. Cam?"
"He's down, Sarjeant. Bleeding pretty bad."
"Fetch the maester."
Leaving his men to their tasks, Haken makes his way towards Laton's horse, where the heir of House Vantri is surveying the end of the battle. "A poor ambush it would seem, m'lord. Desperate, perhaps, to attack without overwhelming numbers. You want any prisoners?"
There! Still standing, thank the Warrior
He smiles with grim satisfaction as Ser Jarl runs down another of the Blood Goats, and cocks his head curiously when he hears laughter.
Roy? He stares at the young blacksmith, enjoying the skirmish perhaps too much. Strong lad, but maybe needs to take things more serious.
With the throng of clansmen lessening, Haken sees most the Vantri entourage holding their own. He hears Ser Laton belay some order Ser Jarl gave, but over the din, Haken hadn't heard the original order.Doesn't matter, I imagine. Bloody goats seem to be in retreat.
A few stragglers remain - whether for blood lust or brazen bravado or simple bad luck Haken can't say.
He hops down from his rock and hustles over the the side of the wagon. He grabs the shoulder of the clansmen trying to climb into the wagon, and hauls him back, flinging him to the ground. The heel of his boot breaks the downed man's jaw, and then Haken's steel finishes his howling.
"They're falling back. Fynn, Derring - drive them off. Ollip, check the fallen. Cam?"
"He's down, Sarjeant. Bleeding pretty bad."
"Fetch the maester."
Leaving his men to their tasks, Haken makes his way towards Laton's horse, where the heir of House Vantri is surveying the end of the battle. "A poor ambush it would seem, m'lord. Desperate, perhaps, to attack without overwhelming numbers. You want any prisoners?"
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