Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 128 - Actions on Bear Island 02.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Bear Sland.

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"Quick! Quick!!" The ironborn shouted as they received the news just before sunrise, quickly falling into despair upon learning that their ships were being stolen. The leaders of the encampment immediately began organizing men to return to the coast.
The people on the walls of Castle Mormont watched everything with surprised eyes as they saw the sudden movement of the ironborn, not understanding the reason.

Quickly, a group of a thousand men was sent ahead, to move faster in stopping those who had attacked the camp on the beach guarding the ships from leaving with them.
Other groups went after the other camps to check the situation, though they were groups of only a few dozen men.

All of this was seen by the wargs through the animals in the sky, while Jon had taken a short nap on the mast of some boat. His men were excited about the possible battle ahead.
Jon was relaxed, and as the sun rose, the first men began running toward them, coming directly from the castle. They had 800 men with them at that moment, who had joined them throughout the night, with another 150 scattered across the island taking care of the camps and the women they had rescued from the ironborn.

Thanks to the element of surprise along with the free folk, they had only lost 50 men while killing more than 1200 enemies.

"Looks like they're finally here. After all, they don't want to lose the ships, nor the gold and slaves inside the ships." Jon commented, sliding down from the mast while stepping onto the deck, yawning, looking at the enemy stopping at a distance to observe.

"What should we do, my lord?" one of them asked, preparing for battle.

"We're slightly outnumbered. They didn't send the entire group because they want to stop us from sailing away with the ships... So they intend to wait until the larger group is on the beach to attack us, since it would be a more guaranteed victory with fewer losses for them. After all, they've doubled their numbers..." Jon commented with a bit of good humor.

"I want everyone in front of the ships ready for battle against them, with their weapons ready to kill those worms." Jon said again as everyone shouted in a collective cry, jumping off the ship, since they had slept on it a bit, their feet hitting the beach and filling it with the 800 men, wielding axes, swords, and bows.

Jon also joined his men, his gaze fixed on the 1000 ironborn watching without attacking—after all, they weren't fleeing with the ships, and as Jon had predicted, they were waiting for the group to arrive.

"Hey, Jon! Are you sure we can't kill a few of them?" Tormund approached.

"Only if you also want to get caught in my dragon's flames." Jon teased, since Winter would be right there once the main group was fully gathered, turning the area into a great sea of white flames and death.

"But you know... maybe we should kill a few of them then." Jon said, calling Tormund and three other men with him as he began walking away from the group along with them, heading to the middle of the beach separating the two groups.

The ironborn saw this and began choosing a few men, sending eight to speak with Jon and the others, as that's what Jon was signaling.
It would be a brief exchange of words and insults as Jon stopped there with the others from the free folk, still wearing the armor of the ironborn themselves.

"You damned savages, we heard rumors you crossed the Wall, seems it's true." An ironborn immediately growled, approaching them.
"Whores from north of the Wall, think you'll live after coming here to invade lands we already control and steal our spoils?"
"You talk a lot for dead men, like bitches, while we buried our axes in your fragile skulls." Tormund said openly, mocking them.
"Look at this, a redheaded savage. Let's kill him—after making him scream like a woman." the ironborn mocked.