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In the middle of the night, Reyanna was awakened by a distant horn. Her eyes shot wide open and she sat straight up in bed. With her nightgown, she stepped outside on the balcony of her door. She knew that horn by heart. Jon had warned her that it meant wildlings were on their way. "Get ready!" A man from afar shouted at Reyanna. She nodded at him and hurried inside to get dressed.
The typical crow attire wasn't exactly suitable for her fighting style, so she desperately went ripping and tucking the black, feathery clothes so that it could be lighter and more movable. Once she was satisfied, she hurried to the wall. "Get the barrels! If you aren't doing anything, find something to do!" Reyanna shouted at the men as she hurried up to the top of the wall. Once she reached it, she looked over the edge. Far off in the distance, it was just like how Mance described it. Flames engulfed the entire icy forests right outside of the Wall. It was the largest fire she had ever seen.
Reyanna helped the men load the barrels full of flammable liquids onto the catapults, making use of herself since she had no authoritative role. She watched as the wildling army charged at the wall with their thousands of men— comprised of savages, beasts and giants. "Archers nock! Everyone else hold." Alliser shouted instructions at his men.
"Draw!" Alliser shouted, but was then interrupted by another wildling horn warning. Someone shouted something about down below, suggesting that Tormund's group had finally caught up to Castle Black and were there, attacking from behind.
"For fucks sake. We didn't arm the back." Reyanna mentioned to Alliser. She knew the 20 men holding the ground would suffer greatly.
"I'm going down there. Brother Slynt, you have the Wall." Alliser told before hurrying off downstairs.
Slynt looked around, quite lost as to what to do. "What are you waiting for?! Loose!" Reyanna shouted in Alliser's absence. Slynt had the brain of a nut and had no balls to lead a small army.
All of the men followed her cue, and shot arrows at the incoming wildlings. It knocked a few down, but not enough. Slynt copied her leadership style and began shouting orders at the archers to shoot at the wildlings. Soon enough, Slynt gave up on the orders because the wildlings persisted to charge at the wall. "No discipline, no training. Gang of thieves. That's all this is. I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing. Those men obeyed orders." Slynt whined.
"We can't just let them attack the gate!" Jon shouted at the man.
"The bars of those gates are four inches of cold-rolled steel." Slynt mimicked Alliser's meaningless words.
"Those are giants riding mammoths down there! D'you think your cold rolled steel is gonna stop them?" Jon shouted at the weak man.
"No such thing as giants. A story for the children." Slynt lied to himself to make himself feel better.
