[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]
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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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"Let's go! Wipe out all enemy forces and take the city!!" Jon exclaimed at the forefront, his voice echoing throughout the place. The giants continued to clear a path, leaving a trail of dead behind them, while the rest of the group did not lag as the Oldtown soldiers began to retreat, trying to escape the claws of the birds, killing some and even hitting their own comrades in the attempt to flee from the situation.
They were quickly struck down by Artican soldiers, relieving them of their misery. Jon was at the front, advancing where the giants could not reach, quickly reaping lives.
The numerical advantage seemed insignificant compared to what they were now facing, while at the main gate, the Artican soldiers swiftly began to dominate the area. Jon could see all this as he expanded his vision over the city.
"Take control of all the western area and head to the west gate!!" Jon shouted as some wargs waited for his command.
The warg quickly relayed the orders to the group. They followed, fiercely battling against the men who were trying to keep the animals at bay.
"What is this?! How are these animals attacking us?!" the men exclaimed as they tried to free themselves from dogs, cats, and other small animals biting them.
"They are coming!!" the soldiers shouted as the Artican soldiers continued to advance through the streets near the dominated gate.
Some soldiers tried to resist, but the Articans quickly proved their superiority, passing by frightened citizens and creating a path of fallen people through the area.
Rick Hightower (OC), the brother of Lord Hightower in Highgarden, was having a difficult time with smoke rising from three points in the city, while he was near one due to the high tower being close to the harbor.
"What should we do, father?" his son murmured, scared, as the screams of both people and even animals could be heard outside the walls.
"We should negotiate with them, do not open the gate and wait for them to appear; from what I've heard, the city's soldiers are falling quickly..." He spoke with frustration and a tone of defeat due to everything that was happening.
"My lord... ships are arriving at the harbor!" one of the men said as he kept watch over the harbor and came to report.
"The city will be taken, there's nothing more to be done about it..." He admitted, still trying to understand how they were losing so quickly to this group they had planned to dominate.
The ships quickly arrived at the harbor, while the other 200 soldiers maintained the dominated area, preventing enemy forces from approaching the harbor. The fire arrows that breached their defense and were thrown at those ships were quickly extinguished, and now with the reinforcement of another 4500 soldiers, there was no hope for the soldiers to keep the city against the Articans.
"Let's go!!" Tormund emerged from one of the ships as everyone followed him, starting to drive all the soldiers from the harbor.
The citizens could only try to hide in the more distant parts of the city. There was a river running through the middle of the city that separated the two sides with a bridge. However, there was conflict on both sides, while her city was on the right side of the city center, the north gate on the other side of the river. At the harbor, both sides were dominated, with part of the ship heading west to control the region.
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