Post by The Stranger on Apr 9, 2008 1:44:53 GMT -5
"This is it." Beric said to Holland Fowler as the two of them looked towards Lemonwood. The bridges had been burnt and they have
to ford the rivers but Beric thought that was not where the trouble lay. The walls would be the worst of it. He nodded to Elijah's friend and rode towards Lord Fowler to hear the final preperations. 'Please let me make it through this, so I can return to Aryanna.' Beric said to himself as he rode up to the general. All it was was a few commands and they were off.
Riding towards the river, Beric could already see defenders waiting for them. He held his sword high, and as he rode close to
the first enemy swung it in an ark, causing the man to be decapitated. From then on in was all confusion. Water was splashing around his feet and he parried blade after blade and tried to dodge as many arrows as came his way. Everything seemed so very slow to him as he ran through one man and maimed another. And all of a sudden they were on the other side, their enemies
reforming their ranks in the distance.
Beric looked around but could find Holland no where in sight. To his left was a rather young looking Dornishman, so Beric gave him a grim smile and rode forward. Beric could see The Stone Hawk at the front of the charge and shouted to the men nearest to him to ride forward to protect the man, but it was too late. He could see the bolt hitting the general, flinging him from the saddle. For a moment confusion reigned, the men behind Fowler slowing, until Beric
saw that the man wasn't bleeding. 'Now or never, Beric.' he said to himself as he raised his Greatsword. He let out a ferocious
scream and charged ahead, somehow knowing that the Dornish men were following him. Beric saw a weakness in the enemies left
flank, a weakness he wouldn't have noticed were it not for the studying he had done a few nights before, and led the charge
there.
Crashing into the Far Reachmen, Beric cut through the bodies of several men until he noticed he was bleeding. He looked
down and saw that an arrow had somehow made it's way through his armor, and that blood was seeping all over his black chainmail.
'One must know his own mortality.' he had said to himself after he had been defeated by Elijah in the training yard, but that
didn't seem to matter now. He saw a man coming at him, and so he thrust up his sword, parrying the deadly blow the man delivered.
Something smashed into him and for a moment Beric was suspended in mid air before he came crashing down to the ground. He looked up and saw that someone had charged into his horse and that this very same man had, unfortunately for him, impaled himself on his own sword. Beric threw himself to his feet and saw the man he had been fighting before coming at him. He came at the man, feinting a head swing but dropping down and delivering a blow to the mans legs. At least that was his intention, but this man
was quick and deflect the blow with ease. Beric was about to strike again when his enemy toppled forward, forced to the floor
by an axewound that a dornishman was delivering to his legs. Beric didn't hesitate but forced his Greatsword down, taking the
man's head clean off.
He looked up to see how his charge was going. He could see a lot of Mandermen charging in his general direction so he gave a shout and looked for his horse. Shadow was nearby, kicking a man to death and Beric whistled to his trusted friend. The stallion looked up, neighed and let Beric mount. He rode towards the main force and could see Holland Fowler charging ahead into the enemy. "Good luck, friend." Beric said as he commanded the men around him to follow him.
He follows the charge of Fowler and leads his men into the ranks of the Westerners. Fighting, Beric can feel the bone's he is crunching, the limbs he cutting... the lives he is taking. All around him there is fighting and Beric can feel exhaustion coming on. For the second time he is flung from his horse. And for the second time he sees a commandeering looking man coming his way.
"If I can kill one, then I can kill another!" Beric shouts as he gets up to parry the man's attack. Their swords clash as the two of them dance back and forth, both pressing and defending in turn. This man was good, that Beric knew, so he put all his energy into one big attack, nearly forcing the man to his knees, but alas, his enemy still managed to counter them all and then shoot at him, his sword coming much to close to his head. The fight between the two of them seemed to go on for forever until Beric heard the horns. He turns to see the dornishmen retreating into the river and so he turns to see what his enemy plans to do.
The man stands for a moment, then lowers his sword and gives Beric a nod. Smiling behind his helmet, Beric returns the nod, then turns to mount Shadow and ride off. For today the fighting was done.
Ser Beric Dayne advances towards Master in Battle/Command
Ser Beric Dayne advances to Noteworthy in Leadership
to ford the rivers but Beric thought that was not where the trouble lay. The walls would be the worst of it. He nodded to Elijah's friend and rode towards Lord Fowler to hear the final preperations. 'Please let me make it through this, so I can return to Aryanna.' Beric said to himself as he rode up to the general. All it was was a few commands and they were off.
Riding towards the river, Beric could already see defenders waiting for them. He held his sword high, and as he rode close to
the first enemy swung it in an ark, causing the man to be decapitated. From then on in was all confusion. Water was splashing around his feet and he parried blade after blade and tried to dodge as many arrows as came his way. Everything seemed so very slow to him as he ran through one man and maimed another. And all of a sudden they were on the other side, their enemies
reforming their ranks in the distance.
Beric looked around but could find Holland no where in sight. To his left was a rather young looking Dornishman, so Beric gave him a grim smile and rode forward. Beric could see The Stone Hawk at the front of the charge and shouted to the men nearest to him to ride forward to protect the man, but it was too late. He could see the bolt hitting the general, flinging him from the saddle. For a moment confusion reigned, the men behind Fowler slowing, until Beric
saw that the man wasn't bleeding. 'Now or never, Beric.' he said to himself as he raised his Greatsword. He let out a ferocious
scream and charged ahead, somehow knowing that the Dornish men were following him. Beric saw a weakness in the enemies left
flank, a weakness he wouldn't have noticed were it not for the studying he had done a few nights before, and led the charge
there.
Crashing into the Far Reachmen, Beric cut through the bodies of several men until he noticed he was bleeding. He looked
down and saw that an arrow had somehow made it's way through his armor, and that blood was seeping all over his black chainmail.
'One must know his own mortality.' he had said to himself after he had been defeated by Elijah in the training yard, but that
didn't seem to matter now. He saw a man coming at him, and so he thrust up his sword, parrying the deadly blow the man delivered.
Something smashed into him and for a moment Beric was suspended in mid air before he came crashing down to the ground. He looked up and saw that someone had charged into his horse and that this very same man had, unfortunately for him, impaled himself on his own sword. Beric threw himself to his feet and saw the man he had been fighting before coming at him. He came at the man, feinting a head swing but dropping down and delivering a blow to the mans legs. At least that was his intention, but this man
was quick and deflect the blow with ease. Beric was about to strike again when his enemy toppled forward, forced to the floor
by an axewound that a dornishman was delivering to his legs. Beric didn't hesitate but forced his Greatsword down, taking the
man's head clean off.
He looked up to see how his charge was going. He could see a lot of Mandermen charging in his general direction so he gave a shout and looked for his horse. Shadow was nearby, kicking a man to death and Beric whistled to his trusted friend. The stallion looked up, neighed and let Beric mount. He rode towards the main force and could see Holland Fowler charging ahead into the enemy. "Good luck, friend." Beric said as he commanded the men around him to follow him.
He follows the charge of Fowler and leads his men into the ranks of the Westerners. Fighting, Beric can feel the bone's he is crunching, the limbs he cutting... the lives he is taking. All around him there is fighting and Beric can feel exhaustion coming on. For the second time he is flung from his horse. And for the second time he sees a commandeering looking man coming his way.
"If I can kill one, then I can kill another!" Beric shouts as he gets up to parry the man's attack. Their swords clash as the two of them dance back and forth, both pressing and defending in turn. This man was good, that Beric knew, so he put all his energy into one big attack, nearly forcing the man to his knees, but alas, his enemy still managed to counter them all and then shoot at him, his sword coming much to close to his head. The fight between the two of them seemed to go on for forever until Beric heard the horns. He turns to see the dornishmen retreating into the river and so he turns to see what his enemy plans to do.
The man stands for a moment, then lowers his sword and gives Beric a nod. Smiling behind his helmet, Beric returns the nod, then turns to mount Shadow and ride off. For today the fighting was done.
Ser Beric Dayne advances towards Master in Battle/Command
Ser Beric Dayne advances to Noteworthy in Leadership