Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 7

<Three days later, Early Morning, Lannister War Camp (Stafford), Oxcross, The Westerlands...>

The crack of thunder echoed through the sky as the autumn rain fell upon the war camp of Stafford Lannister, tasked with building a Lannister host to march on the Riverlands and the Starks to the east.

Two common folk soldiers from said force were currently awake in the damp darkness, having been tasked to keep an eye on the horses for the Lannister cavalry... and they were currently discussing who was the best fighter that was involved in this war.

"It's got to be the Mountain. He's the biggest. He's the strongest." The first man suggested, dressed in Lannister swordsmen armor.

"Bulls are bigger than lions. Doesn't mean I'd pick a bull in a fight." The second (more rotund) man suggested, this one wearing Lannister levy armor.

"Well, if the bull had fangs and claws, I would." The first man retorted petulantly as he sat next to his friend. "Right, the Mountain or our man Jaime." 

"If he ever gets out." The second man added.

"Loras Tyrell?" The armored man suggested.

"Loras Tyrell? He's prettier than the queen." The rotund man scoffed.

"I don't care about pretty. He's better with a sword than any of them." The armored replied. 

"How good could he be? He's been stabbing Renly Baratheon for years, and Renly ain't dead." The rotund man quipped about Renly and Loras's preferred relationship, causing laughs to break out amongst the two.

That was when the horses started whinnying in distress, spooked about something in the dark. Animals had a sixth sense for danger after all... and something very dangerous was in those woods.

The rotund man got up from where he sat as he asked, "The horses seem a little spooked to you?"

"They're horses. They get spooked by their own shadows." The armored man retorted, only to be shushed by the rotund man.

"Do you hear that?" The rotund one asked in increasing alarm. 

"No." The armored replied in deadpan. 

"There's something out there." The rotund one spoke, causing his armored compatriot to sigh as he got up and stood next to the levy soldier.

Both men watched the surrounding woodland suspiciously before the rotund man glanced at his companion in mischief... and let out gas.

The armored man recoiled at the stink as the rotund man laughed at his prank's success.

"Oh. Oh, you're a right little prick." The armored man cursed whilst the rotund man enjoyed his success, "You should see your face. I swear you pissed yourself. 'Oh, who goes there? Ahh!'" He joked.

The armored man did noticed that the horses were now extremely agitated as he stated, "There is something out there."

The rotund man walked near the woods to take a piss as he snarked, "Yeah, don't even try me."

"Rennick?" The armored man called in concern and caution.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Rennick scoffed as he focused on relieving himself.

His armored companion looked to the woods, and his eyes caught sight something monstrous as he turned and yelled whilst drawing his sword, "Rennick!"

Rennick looked up... only to scream at the sight of a large direwolf pouncing on him.

<A short distance away...>

The screams of the Grey Wind's victims were easily heard by a stoic Robb Stark as he sat astride his courser, at the very head of his army before he gave the signal to advance upon the unsuspecting Lannister camp.