Chapter 36 Fighting Ironborns 2

As the battle started between the fierce Ironborn raiders and the proud North, the clash of cultures and bloodlines painted a vivid tapestry of war on the shores of the Northern kingdom. The Ironborn, renowned for their seafaring prowess and the terror they struck into the hearts of those they encountered at sea, now faced a new breed of adversaries.

Theon Stark and his son Jason Stark, both imposing in their human forms, stand side by side on a snow-covered battlefield. Their eyes meet, and with a shared understanding, they take a deep breath.

Theon Stark with a determined tone said"Now, Jason, it's time."

Jason nodded.

Both of them with a deep breath, they unleashed their primal forms. Theon transformed into a magnificent black wolf, his powerful frame radiating dominance, while Jason took on the form of a robust brown wolf.

The Ironborn raiders, who had once been the terrors of the sea, now found themselves confronting these formidable wolves. With fur glistening under the sun, Theon and Jason tore through the raiders with a savage grace that sent shivers down the spines of their foes. The battlefield became a battleground of primal instincts, where the wolf spirits within the Starks guided their every move.

Among the Ironborn ranks, fear crept like a shadow. Ironborn Raider #1 whispered in trembling disbelief, "They're monsters."

Fear spreads among the Ironborn like wildfire. They exchange fearful glances, their eyes wide with terror.

The once menacing Ironborn raiders were now reduced to grim-faced remnants, their confidence shattered.

As fear spread among them like wildfire. The Ironborn warriors exchanged fearful glances, their eyes widening in terror at the sight of the two formidable wolves. Some whispered prayers, while others clenched their weapons with trembling hands"The stories are true, they are blessed by the God's."

Ironborn Raider #2 murmured a fervent prayer to the Drowned God, "May the Drowned God protect us."

In the midst of this turmoil, King Haggar, his sword in a firm grasp, attempted to rally his troops. "Stay strong!"

Meanwhile, Vlad, a warrior of extraordinary skill, wove his own deadly tale upon the battlefield. His movements were swift and agile, creating the illusion that he existed in multiple places simultaneously. A mesmerizing dance of death unfolded as he gracefully moved from one opponent to another, leaving behind a trail of sculptural cloth that marked his path. Clad in black and red armor, Vlad's agility and speed were heightened, amplifying the aura of fear that surrounded him.

With his demonblade in hand, Vlad used the Ryūkansen technique with deadly precision. When surrounded by Ironborn raiders, he spun and struck in all directions, cutting through their ranks with a whirlwind of destruction. His opponents struggled to anticipate his movements, as he seemed to merge seamlessly with his surroundings, becoming an elusive and phantom-like presence.

One of the ironborn mutters"A true demon."

The ironborn had lost there will to continue battle, when such a situation happens in battle everything everything is lost.

Amidst this chaos, the Northern Lords and their loyal army fought relentlessly to defend their homeland. They stood united, determined to repel the invaders and protect their sacred freedoms. The clash of steel and the howls of wolves filled the air as the battle for the North reached its climax.

Theon's growl rumbled through the air, sending a chill down the spines of the captured Ironborns. "Remember what we did to your kin. Do you still dare to challenge us?"

The Ironborn, already shaken, now cowered in fear, their faces etched with dread. The once bold raiders were reduced to quivering wrecks, unable to muster the courage to continue their assault.While King Haggar was not having it and quickly retreated, while using his men as shield.

As some Ironborn attempt to flee on their ships, their hopes of escape were short-lived. Theon raised his arm, the tattoo of Ulmo glowing with an eerie blue light, a symbol of his connection to the ancient forces of the North.

Just as the Iron raiders' ships gained some distance, a colossal shadow emerged from the icy waters with a deafening roar. It was the Bewilderbeast, a behemoth of a dragon-like creature, its size dwarfing even the mightiest of ships. Its immense tusks, reminiscent of an elephant's, gleamed menacingly in the dim light.

With a thunderous crash, the Bewilderbeast burst from the sea, sending colossal waves crashing in all directions. Its enormous tusks, like deadly battering rams, smashed into the fleeing Ironborn ships, shattering them into splinters and wreckage. The crew's desperate cries were drowned out by the overwhelming power of the sea beast.

The Bewilderbeast, its eyes filled with a primal fury, continued its rampage, ensuring that none of the Iron raiders would escape unscathed. It was a devastating display of nature's wrath, and the once-proud Ironborn fleet lay in ruins upon the frigid Northern waters.

King Theon Stark, the tattoo on his arm still aglow with the power of Ulmo, watched the destruction unfold with a sense of grim satisfaction. The message was clear: the North would not be invaded without facing the full fury of its ancient protectors.