Wolves and Red Men

Arya

Arya Stark. The She Wolf. Princess of the North. A warrior.

They departed from Torrhen's Square shortly after her sister went to Winterfell, with a token force of five hundred men to hold the town and another two hundred to join her company to going to the Wolfswood.

Word came to them about the fall of Ironrath by a wounded Asher Forrester, Lord Glover and the Master of Arms Royland Degore, Lady Talia Forrester was also with them but she was taken to Torrhen's Square for safety. Asher also brought a handful of Sellsword, 30 strong and added their force.

The forces of House Bolton and Whitehill soldiers were making their way down the Wolfswood to aid Winterfell in defense. They are being commanded by Ramsey Bolton, son of Roose Bolton and heir of the Dreadfort for she will never acknowledge House Bolton rule over her home.

She is using the Forrester bow scouts to ambush the army on the northern side, while this is happening she and the other half of the army will ride like thunder from the south. She'll admit the battle plans aren't hers, Beric Dondarrion came up with the battle strategy. After the campaign in the Riverlands and Battle at the Giants Lance, then the Retaking of Torrhen's Square this would be her second biggest battle she'll be participating in.

"You ready, girl?" She scratched the ear of her Direwolf, Nymeria wagged her tail in excitement. Ever since she found her wolf she was ecstatic to have her back, and with the battle coming up she'll need her best friend by her side.

"You'll need your sleep, Princess." She turned and saw Asher looking at her, his wounds haven't done much to hinder him it seemed. She frowned and turned away, trying to pry her eyes off the smile he was giving her.

"I'm no Lady or Princess, I'm a warrior woman." She stated proudly and it only offered to make him smile wider.

"You remind me of Beshka, she died during the Battle of Ironrath with the rest of my people, and mother." He commented and she tightened her lips, he lost his home and family just like she lost hers, and by the same Oathbreakers and traitors. She huffed and rose to her feet, a determined look on her face as she turned to Asher who had taken a seat next to her.

"I swear to avenge your mother, and brothers. I will do it." She swore and he smiled gratefully and got up, wincing a little bit from the wound on his back and stood by her. She noticed he stood well over a foot above her, his green eyes looking onto her own grey ones. He stretched his hand to take hers, she obliged and shook his hand in return.

They would both avenge their families, and bring an end to House Bolton, and Frey, and Whitehill.

Hours Later...

She and her battalion stood in position, blending in with the trees and bushes. The Whitehill scouts were lousy, uncaring to checking the position before returning to their master.

"Stay beside me, it would bode ill to lose a Stark." Asher advised and she looked to Sandor, the Hound shrugged as a way of agreeing to the words made and though it may seem wise, she isn't one to shy away from a fight and will do as her brother had done.

"I don't need protection. But go ahead, feel free to call for help if you stumble." She teased with a smirk, he chuckled before giving one of his own.

The enemy force began approaching, in marching formation and bringing with them siege weapons: Catapults mainly. She took a deep breath when she spotted at the center of the formation was Ramsey Bolton and Lord Whitehill, Asher tensed but Royland held him still, so he wouldn't attack before it was time to do so. She turned around and nodded to Beric who leaves with Thoros to alert the others in the northern side of trail, moments later the battle and havoc would begin.

Dozens of arrows were loosed from the north, piercing the sides of many in the left. Ramsey looked worried and agitated, Lord Whitehill panicked and looked for the enemy in the woods and found a arrow lodged in his chest. Asher lost his patience, jumping from the brush on the right and cut down the first man that came in his way. She cursed the damned fool and roared for everyone to follow as she charged the flanks of the enemy, wielding Needle and a dagger she punctured the first victim.

The battle has begun, and it would be bloody.

"Hah!" She grunted and thrust her sword into another's eye, the bastard screamed until she slit his throat and moved onto the next. More volleys of arrows pierced the left flanks of the Bolton army, she was glad to get them by surprise and hopes a victory comes out of this.

A man almost got her, if not for Nymeria jumping from out of nowhere. Another tried to take her on the left, with a spear but that was stopped by Asher who was able to fight his way to her position. She nodded in a grateful manner, maybe she should have more guards to have her back because Nymeria cant always defend her in battle.

Some moments after, Beric and Thoros came from the left with the archers, though they are now armed with swords and spears rather than bows and arrows. They smashed against the left, cutting a swath of their own bloodshed. She suddenly felt better about the battle now, they are going to win and she will defeat these traitors.

In the chaos she spotted her prey, the son of Bolton. She narrowed her eyes on Ramsey and approached the insane fool as Asher told her, she called for Nymeria to come as she fought her way to him and moments later pale eyes met grey and smirked and extended his arms which had a axe and sword in each hand. She tensed and narrowed her eyes onto the man and readied for a fight.

"Another toy?! I will have to name you! Reek is already taken!" He taunted and she didn't care what his wants were, for he would be dead soon enough.

Ramsey came at her with a flurry of blows, he was more experienced and wielded both weapons with deadly strokes. She couldn't do much besides evading and swatting away the strikes with her own weapon, Nymeria did what she could so that no one strikes her from behind but the girl took a quarrel into her skin and yipped in anger and worry, that's when she messed up.

She stumbled and a swing from Ramsey's axe, it almost cut her throat and she thanked Tyene for helping her learn to use her skinny form to be more flexible, she was able to move out of the way and continue the fight against Ramsey. Life began to flash through her, thinking that she might die here but she fought to make that not so. She would fight as she's always done, to fight so she could go home and reunite with her family.

"No!" She cried out, with newfound rage she came at Ramsey. Swinging from all sides with flexibility, evading his strikes that came to end her life in a instant.

Ramsey was frustrated with how she was deflecting and evading his attacks until he made a mistake, he gave a hard swing left and she ducked and cut the Boltons side. She got behind him and dug her dagger into his other side, Ramsey screamed in pain and she turned with viciousness. "Nymeria! Feed!" She commanded and Nymeria like back at the ford with Joffrey pounced on Ramsey and laid her jaws onto Ramsey's face making the bastard scream once more in agony, she wanted his life for herself and pulled Nymeria off him. Ramsey was choking on blood, shaking from the trauma and she smiled and knelt close and had Needle right up to his throat.

"Your father is next, another name off my list. Now die." She whispered and didn't care whether or not he was listening, she slid Needle in as she did to the one who killed Lommy. Standing up she noticed the battle was all but over, scattered Bolton and Whitehill soldiers. Asher was holding Lord Whitehill's head up and shouting victoriously.

She suddenly felt a trickling of liquid and looked down, she cursed and thought that she should have worn more protection as she fell to her legs. It wasn't too serious but needed some healing. Asher noticed this and ran to her, catching her head before it would fall to the ground.

"A Maester! Get the Maester!" She heard him cry out as he picked her up and she found it somewhat comforting, she smiled and nuzzled her head in.

"Thank you... "