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Third Person POV.
Bear Sland....
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It was night, the sky moonless, and despite the stars above, visibility was very poor there, and the trembling sea water stirred with the advance of the ships through a blind spot on the island.
At that moment, there were some ships near that coast.Even though there was nothing to indicate they could be attacked, with the island practically under their control, the Iron Men still kept it under surveillance, guarding the coast and the camps.
They even looked strangely toward the sea, seeing small shadows with flags that, originally white, were now darkened to camouflage during the night, as Jon had asked the men to paint them with some paint he had managed to obtain.
They watched more attentively as they noticed something moving in the sea, despite the darkness.
That was until a sharp sound arose, piercing the air. They barely had time to react, only noticing when the projectiles struck their necks directly, coming from within the island, collapsing to the ground choking while others were hit straight in the head, as they usually did not wear helmets, easily being killed and falling dead.
Jon was there, hidden at a distance, within the Bear Forest. He had returned to the camp secretly with the utmost care, to deal with the sentries who might see the ships coming from the mainland coast.
He had returned to the coast to plan what they should do, detailing the entire plan with his men — where they should go and disembark — while he would take care of the sentries at the time of the advance.
And so it continued. Jon silently killed his enemies. He didn't want to draw the attention of the other Iron Men in the camp — he wanted to maintain the element of surprise. He had only a thousand men with twenty ships, sailing in the darkness as they continued to arrive on the island.
They finally passed without alerting anyone, anchoring in a corner of the island after a few minutes. They had already reached the shore when Jon began to go to them.
He was being guided by the Iron Men who had survived the attack on the mainland coast, fulfilling their word by guiding the ship to Bear Island.
Jon checked the camp once more, eliminating any other member coming out of the tents, while heading to where his men were disembarking.
Val approached him as soon as she saw him, while he greeted her and moved toward his men gathering there.
"Listen, everyone. I want you to set up a camp here. I want at least half the men with me to eliminate each enemy camp. We won't set anything on fire. Just kill quickly — we'll burn the bodies later."
He gave the order, while many of his scouts quickly advanced with him.
The camp was still silent, with corpses and arrows stuck in vital spots all over the place, as the group approached and surrounded the camp with ease, each positioning themselves in front of the tents with weapons in hand.
Jon had given the order that when the signal was given, everyone should quickly advance to the tents with weapons and give a swift death to the surprised enemies while they slept.
"Now!" he exclaimed after seeing the last tent ready to be invaded by his men, his voice echoing through the place.
A lot of surprised screams and moans of pain began to echo throughout the camp, as each of the free men killed their target, completely clearing the place of the Iron Men.

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