A Rose of Summer in a Land of Winter [RWBY/ASOIAF]

You have it repeat twice in one post.

Also, anything special going to happen at 1000 kills or are you keeping that close to your chest for now?
 
I watched our group slowly reach charging distance from the enemy.

"Alright, I will take the guys on the left, you take the guys on the right."

"What", said the commander of the group. "What the bloody hells are you talking about woman?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine you baby, I will take the ones on the right, you take the ones on the left."

He was about to retort when another knight came near him and whispered on his ear. His eyes widened as he stared at me dumbfounded, and his aide returned to his previous position.

"Well?"

"... the ones on the left will be more appropriate, we can catch them in a pincer formation."

I gave him a thumbs up, "got it!"

When we finally reached charging distance I took a few steps forwards, just as I did that the horn sounded and people around me started running. I started a light jog before taking a deep breath, and suddenly I left in a trail of white rose petals, reappearing on the enemy formation well before our group took more than ten steps towards the enemy.

Pieces of bodies started falling around me, and for an instant people stood frozen at the sight.

Extending my sword I gathered my aura on the blade, and with a quick spin I unleashed the gathered aura around me in an explosion of light that cut apart and blasted the soldiers away leaving a small clearing around me. I felt my aura levels dip slightly, but it's still better than when I first trained this maneuver. Plenty of room for improvement but for the moment it's a good enough desperation move.

I continued my inexorable movement forwards, cleaving down the enemies that came towards me. Some ran as they saw their allies fall down like leaves on the wind, while others came at me with desperation in the eyes hoping that they would be the one to put me down, or at least would wound me enough so the next soldier could finish me off.

If it wasn't sad, I would think their attempts utterly adorable.

I spotted a knight and in an instant I cut him down, making the soldiers at his side jump in surprise and fear. In a whirlwind of speed I cut down the soldiers before jumping high in the air.

Up above I can see the soldiers and few knights staring at me transfixed at the sight of a woman jumping so high it felt like flying, before I brought my sword and with a burst of aura I spun towards the ground slamming the blade on the ground making a great shockwave and throwing the soldiers backwards.

More and more soldiers started to run away from me, and I let them go as I focused my efforts on those actively fighting me.

Thirty five... forty two... sixty one.

Well, it will be a long way until I hit one thousand. Better get to it.

~~O~~

"What's happening with our flank! It's starting to lose cohesion!" Said Ser Barristan the Bold to one of his officers.

"Ser! Looks like there's something there that's forcing the soldiers to rout, I can't really see it very well from here. I heard something about a 'witch' but nobody stayed to give more details."

"Incoming enemy!" Said another knight as the wave of Rebel army finally reached Ser Barristan group.

"Seven Hells! Ser Ashwood, take a smaller group to reinforce the flank, at the very least send me a messenger to tell me what is going on." Said the Kingsguard before raising his own sword and charging his enemies. "For the King!!!"


~~O~~

"One of the enemy infantry flanks is starting to lose cohesion", said Jon Arryn to his aide as he gave orders to the cavalry he was leading.

"Wasn't there were the Witch went? Must be her doing."

Jon squinted his eyes, and he swore he saw a group of men being send high into the air.

"Yes, it must be. We can't have her do all the work now, can we?" Said Jon while drawing his own sword, "death to the Mad King! Death to the Dragons!"


~~O~~

It was a good thing that once I awakened my aura I took my time to train it at every opportunity I could, specially as I mixed it with my swordsmanship training from father. It allowed me to become more efficient with aura use, push past my limits in a safe environment and make sure I actually knew how to use a sword.

Not only that, but it gave me much needed discipline to repeat a single strike over and over and over and over again even as my limbs started to become tired and boredom started to set in.

Which was the only reason why I managed to keep up with my attacks. I mean, don't get me wrong killing isn't exactly fun, but at some point effortlessly killing the enemy forces starts to get repetitive so I took to varying my attacks from time to time as I went through the enemy troops like a scythe cutting wheat on the harvest.

I heard some loud rumbling sound from my right and I saw a company of cavalry coming at me, the knights in plate shining with the sun and their light reflecting on the armor. It was also fortunate that they were wearing the banners of the Targaryen, which was distinctive enough even I could spot them.

Cleaning my sword of blood I grabbed it in a reverse grip and I gathered aura into it, making the blade shine with power. Tapping into my semblance, I added more power into it in an instant like I had trained so many times before.

"Rose..."

The cavalry came closer step by step, and when they were close enough I swung my blade forwards with as much force as I could muster.

"SLASH!!!"

A white blast of energy flew at prodigious speed towards them, wide enough to catch all riders in the company. As it hit them the energy attack seared and cut at their bodies, leaving a large trail of destruction as bodies cooked inside their armor from the light while at the same time being torn apart by the kinetic energy.

The few riders that were fortunate enough not to get caught in the attack were still near enough that their mounts either tripped or shook them away, some being trampled underfoot as the animals ran for their lives against this affront to natural order. I doubt they would panic nearly as much if someone had throw at them Wildfire itself.

I took a deep, steadying breath. That attack certainly made my aura take a noticeable dip, still a great improvement since the time when I invented this attack and was out of aura in a single blast. Granted I didn't attacked at full power, but I think I learned how to pace myself better now.

Turning around, I saw more soldiers staring at me in horror before dropping their weapons and deserting from the fight.

Since I can't really count how many routed since they saw me fight, I'm still at the low number of two hundred ninety five enemies killed, recent deaths included.

"Hah... long road to travel."

~~O~~

"What was that flash?" Asked the crown prince Rhaegar as he overlook the battlefield.

"I don't know", said a crownlanader knight, "it came from the left flank."

"Where the dornish are?" Mused the prince, "I will let Prince Martell deal with it for now. How are our forces?"

"We're even at the moment", said the knight much to the displeasure of the prince, "the numbers of the rebels were as great as ours and they appear to have a strong morale."

Rhaegar frowned. Things should have been in their favor instead of being a hard fought battle. If only Jon weren't defeated, or if he at least managed to retreat in good order, then perhaps things would have been more in their favor.

"Jon my friend, what would you do right now?" He whispered to himself before he came to a conclusion, "we need to seek their commanders in order to break their morale. We will advance at once. There", he said while pointing at the flag on the distance, "we will fight against the Arryns. If we can kill both Lord and Heir it will shake Robert Baratheon."

"At once my prince. Sound the horn!"

With a last glance to where that strange flash of light came, Rhaegar turned on his mount before advancing.


~~O~~

I don't know how long I fought. Was it ten, twenty minutes? Was it an hour?

At some point killing and routing people started to become a shore, but I had to continue to make sure the enemy would be defeated and the rebels would win. I couldn't be everywhere, but I could sow as much disorder and damage as possible.

Even now several Knights and Lords fell to my blade, their superior armor choice doing nothing more than mark them as opportunity targets to me.

I also knocked out one kingsguard knight, but I wasn't sure if he was Ser Barristan so instead I simply took him back behind friendly lines as prisoner before going back to the thick of the fighting, going further back in the enemy lines to make sure I won't end up killing my own allies by mistake.

The song and dance continued, with the cycle of death and routing going on until I reached a shallow of the river, where cavalry was fighting against each other, and in there two figures could be clearly seen. Robert with his yellow shirt and stag horned helm and someone else battling him in deep black armor and a red cloak.

I made sure nobody came closer, the ones on our side not even bothering with me while the few that stood in my path were given a powerful blow on their armor as a warning, and a beheading if they were stupid enough. I was glad to see my allies knew I wouldn't let their leader die.

Robert warhammer dealt a blow to his enemy's horse, throwing Rhaegar into the ground. The Lord of Storm End tried to trample the Targaryen but the prince managed to dodge the attacks before standing up. As Robert tried to smash his head the prince managed to kill the horse but Robert jumped out of the animal before it fell.

Battle raged for some more time, until Rhaegar swung his blade ready to impale Robert...

... just as the peble I threw disarmed Rhaegar as Robert's warhammer smashed on his face, caving in the helm and crushing his skull. For good measure Robert did a double tap by smashing his chest, making a hole in the prince's breastplate.

I approached Robert and he was panting from the short bout. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked him casually.

"... I totally could have killed him by myself", he almost snarled at me in what he thought was an intimidating manner.

"You probably could", I agreed, that's what happened according to my old man memories after all, "but you would have been hurt and I rather not have that on my conscience."

"Heh", he chuckled before spitting on the corpse, "it would have been worth it, to know I was better than him."

I shook my head. "Boys. I won't tell anyone if you don't, deal?"

He grunted but nodded.

"By the way, while you two were having your moment the enemy sounded the retreat, but it's more like a rout from where I saw the guys running. Our cavalry are running them down at this moment, that's what cavalry do, right? Kill the people running away?"

"One of it's duties", he said, "well, what are we standing here for? We have some clean up to do before we can celebrate!"

"Sure, it should also be just enough for me to complete one thousand kills." I said with a smile before turning away.

"... one thousand?"
I watched our group slowly reach charging distance from the enemy.

"Alright, I will take the guys on the left, you take the guys on the right."

"What", said the commander of the group. "What the bloody hells are you talking about woman?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine you baby, I will take the ones on the right, you take the ones on the left."

He was about to retort when another knight came near him and whispered on his ear. His eyes widened as he stared at me dumbfounded, and his aide returned to his previous position.

"Well?"

"... the ones on the left will be more appropriate, we can catch them in a pincer formation."

I gave him a thumbs up, "got it!"

When we finally reached charging distance I took a few steps forwards, just as I did that the horn sounded and people around me started running. I started a light jog before taking a deep breath, and suddenly I left in a trail of white rose petals, reappearing on the enemy formation well before our group took more than ten steps towards the enemy.

Pieces of bodies started falling around me, and for an instant people stood frozen at the sight.

Extending my sword I gathered my aura on the blade, and with a quick spin I unleashed the gathered aura around me in an explosion of light that cut apart and blasted the soldiers away leaving a small clearing around me. I felt my aura levels dip slightly, but it's still better than when I first trained this maneuver. Plenty of room for improvement but for the moment it's a good enough desperation move.

I continued my inexorable movement forwards, cleaving down the enemies that came towards me. Some ran as they saw their allies fall down like leaves on the wind, while others came at me with desperation in the eyes hoping that they would be the one to put me down, or at least would wound me enough so the next soldier could finish me off.

If it wasn't sad, I would think their attempts utterly adorable.

I spotted a knight and in an instant I cut him down, making the soldiers at his side jump in surprise and fear. In a whirlwind of speed I cut down the soldiers before jumping high in the air.

Up above I can see the soldiers and few knights staring at me transfixed at the sight of a woman jumping so high it felt like flying, before I brought my sword and with a burst of aura I spun towards the ground slamming the blade on the ground making a great shockwave and throwing the soldiers backwards.

More and more soldiers started to run away from me, and I let them go as I focused my efforts on those actively fighting me.

Thirty five... forty two... sixty one.

Well, it will be a long way until I hit one thousand. Better get to it.

~~O~~

"What's happening with our flank! It's starting to lose cohesion!" Said Ser Barristan the Bold to one of his officers.

"Ser! Looks like there's something there that's forcing the soldiers to rout, I can't really see it very well from here. I heard something about a 'witch' but nobody stayed to give more details."

"Incoming enemy!" Said another knight as the wave of Rebel army finally reached Ser Barristan group.

"Seven Hells! Ser Ashwood, take a smaller group to reinforce the flank, at the very least send me a messenger to tell me what is going on." Said the Kingsguard before raising his own sword and charging his enemies. "For the King!!!"


~~O~~

"One of the enemy infantry flanks is starting to lose cohesion", said Jon Arryn to his aide as he gave orders to the cavalry he was leading.

"Wasn't there were the Witch went? Must be her doing."

Jon squinted his eyes, and he swore he saw a group of men being send high into the air.

"Yes, it must be. We can't have her do all the work now, can we?" Said Jon while drawing his own sword, "death to the Mad King! Death to the Dragons!"


~~O~~

It was a good thing that once I awakened my aura I took my time to train it at every opportunity I could, specially as I mixed it with my swordsmanship training from father. It allowed me to become more efficient with aura use, push past my limits in a safe environment and make sure I actually knew how to use a sword.

Not only that, but it gave me much needed discipline to repeat a single strike over and over and over and over again even as my limbs started to become tired and boredom started to set in.

Which was the only reason why I managed to keep up with my attacks. I mean, don't get me wrong killing isn't exactly fun, but at some point effortlessly killing the enemy forces starts to get repetitive so I took to varying my attacks from time to time as I went through the enemy troops like a scythe cutting wheat on the harvest.

I heard some loud rumbling sound from my right and I saw a company of cavalry coming at me, the knights in plate shining with the sun and their light reflecting on the armor. It was also fortunate that they were wearing the banners of the Targaryen, which was distinctive enough even I could spot them.

Cleaning my sword of blood I grabbed it in a reverse grip and I gathered aura into it, making the blade shine with power. Tapping into my semblance, I added more power into it in an instant like I had trained so many times before.

"Rose..."

The cavalry came closer step by step, and when they were close enough I swung my blade forwards with as much force as I could muster.

"SLASH!!!"

A white blast of energy flew at prodigious speed towards them, wide enough to catch all riders in the company. As it hit them the energy attack seared and cut at their bodies, leaving a large trail of destruction as bodies cooked inside their armor from the light while at the same time being torn apart by the kinetic energy.

The few riders that were fortunate enough not to get caught in the attack were still near enough that their mounts either tripped or shook them away, some being trampled underfoot as the animals ran for their lives against this affront to natural order. I doubt they would panic nearly as much if someone had throw at them Wildfire itself.

I took a deep, steadying breath. That attack certainly made my aura take a noticeable dip, still a great improvement since the time when I invented this attack and was out of aura in a single blast. Granted I didn't attacked at full power, but I think I learned how to pace myself better now.

Turning around, I saw more soldiers staring at me in horror before dropping their weapons and deserting from the fight.

Since I can't really count how many routed since they saw me fight, I'm still at the low number of two hundred ninety five enemies killed, recent deaths included.

"Hah... long road to travel."

~~O~~

"What was that flash?" Asked the crown prince Rhaegar as he overlook the battlefield.

"I don't know", said a crownlanader knight, "it came from the left flank."

"Where the dornish are?" Mused the prince, "I will let Prince Martell deal with it for now. How are our forces?"

"We're even at the moment", said the knight much to the displeasure of the prince, "the numbers of the rebels were as great as ours and they appear to have a strong morale."

Rhaegar frowned. Things should have been in their favor instead of being a hard fought battle. If only Jon weren't defeated, or if he at least managed to retreat in good order, then perhaps things would have been more in their favor.

"Jon my friend, what would you do right now?" He whispered to himself before he came to a conclusion, "we need to seek their commanders in order to break their morale. We will advance at once. There", he said while pointing at the flag on the distance, "we will fight against the Arryns. If we can kill both Lord and Heir it will shake Robert Baratheon."

"At once my prince. Sound the horn!"

With a last glance to where that strange flash of light came, Rhaegar turned on his mount before advancing.


~~O~~

I don't know how long I fought. Was it ten, twenty minutes? Was it an hour?

At some point killing and routing people started to become a shore, but I had to continue to make sure the enemy would be defeated and the rebels would win. I couldn't be everywhere, but I could sow as much disorder and damage as possible.

Even now several Knights and Lords fell to my blade, their superior armor choice doing nothing more than mark them as opportunity targets to me.

I also knocked out one kingsguard knight, but I wasn't sure if he was Ser Barristan so instead I simply took him back behind friendly lines as prisoner before going back to the thick of the fighting, going further back in the enemy lines to make sure I won't end up killing my own allies by mistake.

The song and dance continued, with the cycle of death and routing going on until I reached a shallow of the river, where cavalry was fighting against each other, and in there two figures could be clearly seen. Robert with his yellow shirt and stag horned helm and someone else battling him in deep black armor and a red cloak.

I made sure nobody came closer, the ones on our side not even bothering with me while the few that stood in my path were given a powerful blow on their armor as a warning, and a beheading if they were stupid enough. I was glad to see my allies knew I wouldn't let their leader die.

Robert warhammer dealt a blow to his enemy's horse, throwing Rhaegar into the ground. The Lord of Storm End tried to trample the Targaryen but the prince managed to dodge the attacks before standing up. As Robert tried to smash his head the prince managed to kill the horse but Robert jumped out of the animal before it fell.

Battle raged for some more time, until Rhaegar swung his blade ready to impale Robert...

... just as the peble I threw disarmed Rhaegar as Robert's warhammer smashed on his face, caving in the helm and crushing his skull. For good measure Robert did a double tap by smashing his chest, making a hole in the prince's breastplate.

I approached Robert and he was panting from the short bout. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked him casually.

"... I totally could have killed him by myself", he almost snarled at me in what he thought was an intimidating manner.

"You probably could", I agreed, that's what happened according to my old man memories after all, "but you would have been hurt and I rather not have that on my conscience."

"Heh", he chuckled before spitting on the corpse, "it would have been worth it, to know I was better than him."

I shook my head. "Boys. I won't tell anyone if you don't, deal?"

He grunted but nodded.

"By the way, while you two were having your moment the enemy sounded the retreat, but it's more like a rout from where I saw the guys running. Our cavalry are running them down at this moment, that's what cavalry do, right? Kill the people running away?"

"One of it's duties", he said, "well, what are we standing here for? We have some clean up to do before we can celebrate!"

"Sure, it should also be just enough for me to complete one thousand kills." I said with a smile before turning away.

"... one thousand?"
You doubled the chapter. It repeats after one thousand is mentioned
 
I watched our group slowly reach charging distance from the enemy.

"Alright, I will take the guys on the left, you take the guys on the right."

"What", said the commander of the group. "What the bloody hells are you talking about woman?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine you baby, I will take the ones on the right, you take the ones on the left."

He was about to retort when another knight came near him and whispered on his ear. His eyes widened as he stared at me dumbfounded, and his aide returned to his previous position.

"Well?"

"... the ones on the left will be more appropriate, we can catch them in a pincer formation."

I gave him a thumbs up, "got it!"

When we finally reached charging distance I took a few steps forwards, just as I did that the horn sounded and people around me started running. I started a light jog before taking a deep breath, and suddenly I left in a trail of white rose petals, reappearing on the enemy formation well before our group took more than ten steps towards the enemy.

Pieces of bodies started falling around me, and for an instant people stood frozen at the sight.

Extending my sword I gathered my aura on the blade, and with a quick spin I unleashed the gathered aura around me in an explosion of light that cut apart and blasted the soldiers away leaving a small clearing around me. I felt my aura levels dip slightly, but it's still better than when I first trained this maneuver. Plenty of room for improvement but for the moment it's a good enough desperation move.

I continued my inexorable movement forwards, cleaving down the enemies that came towards me. Some ran as they saw their allies fall down like leaves on the wind, while others came at me with desperation in the eyes hoping that they would be the one to put me down, or at least would wound me enough so the next soldier could finish me off.

If it wasn't sad, I would think their attempts utterly adorable.

I spotted a knight and in an instant I cut him down, making the soldiers at his side jump in surprise and fear. In a whirlwind of speed I cut down the soldiers before jumping high in the air.

Up above I can see the soldiers and few knights staring at me transfixed at the sight of a woman jumping so high it felt like flying, before I brought my sword and with a burst of aura I spun towards the ground slamming the blade on the ground making a great shockwave and throwing the soldiers backwards.

More and more soldiers started to run away from me, and I let them go as I focused my efforts on those actively fighting me.

Thirty five... forty two... sixty one.

Well, it will be a long way until I hit one thousand. Better get to it.

~~O~~

"What's happening with our flank! It's starting to lose cohesion!" Said Ser Barristan the Bold to one of his officers.

"Ser! Looks like there's something there that's forcing the soldiers to rout, I can't really see it very well from here. I heard something about a 'witch' but nobody stayed to give more details."

"Incoming enemy!" Said another knight as the wave of Rebel army finally reached Ser Barristan group.

"Seven Hells! Ser Ashwood, take a smaller group to reinforce the flank, at the very least send me a messenger to tell me what is going on." Said the Kingsguard before raising his own sword and charging his enemies. "For the King!!!"


~~O~~

"One of the enemy infantry flanks is starting to lose cohesion", said Jon Arryn to his aide as he gave orders to the cavalry he was leading.

"Wasn't there were the Witch went? Must be her doing."

Jon squinted his eyes, and he swore he saw a group of men being send high into the air.

"Yes, it must be. We can't have her do all the work now, can we?" Said Jon while drawing his own sword, "death to the Mad King! Death to the Dragons!"


~~O~~

It was a good thing that once I awakened my aura I took my time to train it at every opportunity I could, specially as I mixed it with my swordsmanship training from father. It allowed me to become more efficient with aura use, push past my limits in a safe environment and make sure I actually knew how to use a sword.

Not only that, but it gave me much needed discipline to repeat a single strike over and over and over and over again even as my limbs started to become tired and boredom started to set in.

Which was the only reason why I managed to keep up with my attacks. I mean, don't get me wrong killing isn't exactly fun, but at some point effortlessly killing the enemy forces starts to get repetitive so I took to varying my attacks from time to time as I went through the enemy troops like a scythe cutting wheat on the harvest.

I heard some loud rumbling sound from my right and I saw a company of cavalry coming at me, the knights in plate shining with the sun and their light reflecting on the armor. It was also fortunate that they were wearing the banners of the Targaryen, which was distinctive enough even I could spot them.

Cleaning my sword of blood I grabbed it in a reverse grip and I gathered aura into it, making the blade shine with power. Tapping into my semblance, I added more power into it in an instant like I had trained so many times before.

"Rose..."

The cavalry came closer step by step, and when they were close enough I swung my blade forwards with as much force as I could muster.

"SLASH!!!"

A white blast of energy flew at prodigious speed towards them, wide enough to catch all riders in the company. As it hit them the energy attack seared and cut at their bodies, leaving a large trail of destruction as bodies cooked inside their armor from the light while at the same time being torn apart by the kinetic energy.

The few riders that were fortunate enough not to get caught in the attack were still near enough that their mounts either tripped or shook them away, some being trampled underfoot as the animals ran for their lives against this affront to natural order. I doubt they would panic nearly as much if someone had throw at them Wildfire itself.

I took a deep, steadying breath. That attack certainly made my aura take a noticeable dip, still a great improvement since the time when I invented this attack and was out of aura in a single blast. Granted I didn't attacked at full power, but I think I learned how to pace myself better now.

Turning around, I saw more soldiers staring at me in horror before dropping their weapons and deserting from the fight.

Since I can't really count how many routed since they saw me fight, I'm still at the low number of two hundred ninety five enemies killed, recent deaths included.

"Hah... long road to travel."

~~O~~

"What was that flash?" Asked the crown prince Rhaegar as he overlook the battlefield.

"I don't know", said a crownlanader knight, "it came from the left flank."

"Where the dornish are?" Mused the prince, "I will let Prince Martell deal with it for now. How are our forces?"

"We're even at the moment", said the knight much to the displeasure of the prince, "the numbers of the rebels were as great as ours and they appear to have a strong morale."

Rhaegar frowned. Things should have been in their favor instead of being a hard fought battle. If only Jon weren't defeated, or if he at least managed to retreat in good order, then perhaps things would have been more in their favor.

"Jon my friend, what would you do right now?" He whispered to himself before he came to a conclusion, "we need to seek their commanders in order to break their morale. We will advance at once. There", he said while pointing at the flag on the distance, "we will fight against the Arryns. If we can kill both Lord and Heir it will shake Robert Baratheon."

"At once my prince. Sound the horn!"

With a last glance to where that strange flash of light came, Rhaegar turned on his mount before advancing.


~~O~~

I don't know how long I fought. Was it ten, twenty minutes? Was it an hour?

At some point killing and routing people started to become a shore, but I had to continue to make sure the enemy would be defeated and the rebels would win. I couldn't be everywhere, but I could sow as much disorder and damage as possible.

Even now several Knights and Lords fell to my blade, their superior armor choice doing nothing more than mark them as opportunity targets to me.

I also knocked out one kingsguard knight, but I wasn't sure if he was Ser Barristan so instead I simply took him back behind friendly lines as prisoner before going back to the thick of the fighting, going further back in the enemy lines to make sure I won't end up killing my own allies by mistake.

The song and dance continued, with the cycle of death and routing going on until I reached a shallow of the river, where cavalry was fighting against each other, and in there two figures could be clearly seen. Robert with his yellow shirt and stag horned helm and someone else battling him in deep black armor and a red cloak.

I made sure nobody came closer, the ones on our side not even bothering with me while the few that stood in my path were given a powerful blow on their armor as a warning, and a beheading if they were stupid enough. I was glad to see my allies knew I wouldn't let their leader die.

Robert warhammer dealt a blow to his enemy's horse, throwing Rhaegar into the ground. The Lord of Storm End tried to trample the Targaryen but the prince managed to dodge the attacks before standing up. As Robert tried to smash his head the prince managed to kill the horse but Robert jumped out of the animal before it fell.

Battle raged for some more time, until Rhaegar swung his blade ready to impale Robert...

... just as the peble I threw disarmed Rhaegar as Robert's warhammer smashed on his face, caving in the helm and crushing his skull. For good measure Robert did a double tap by smashing his chest, making a hole in the prince's breastplate.

I approached Robert and he was panting from the short bout. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked him casually.

"... I totally could have killed him by myself", he almost snarled at me in what he thought was an intimidating manner.

"You probably could", I agreed, that's what happened according to my old man memories after all, "but you would have been hurt and I rather not have that on my conscience."

"Heh", he chuckled before spitting on the corpse, "it would have been worth it, to know I was better than him."

I shook my head. "Boys. I won't tell anyone if you don't, deal?"

He grunted but nodded.

"By the way, while you two were having your moment the enemy sounded the retreat, but it's more like a rout from where I saw the guys running. Our cavalry are running them down at this moment, that's what cavalry do, right? Kill the people running away?"

"One of it's duties", he said, "well, what are we standing here for? We have some clean up to do before we can celebrate!"

"Sure, it should also be just enough for me to complete one thousand kills." I said with a smile before turning away.

"... one thousand?"
I watched our group slowly reach charging distance from the enemy.

"Alright, I will take the guys on the left, you take the guys on the right."

"What", said the commander of the group. "What the bloody hells are you talking about woman?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine you baby, I will take the ones on the right, you take the ones on the left."

He was about to retort when another knight came near him and whispered on his ear. His eyes widened as he stared at me dumbfounded, and his aide returned to his previous position.

"Well?"

"... the ones on the left will be more appropriate, we can catch them in a pincer formation."

I gave him a thumbs up, "got it!"

When we finally reached charging distance I took a few steps forwards, just as I did that the horn sounded and people around me started running. I started a light jog before taking a deep breath, and suddenly I left in a trail of white rose petals, reappearing on the enemy formation well before our group took more than ten steps towards the enemy.

Pieces of bodies started falling around me, and for an instant people stood frozen at the sight.

Extending my sword I gathered my aura on the blade, and with a quick spin I unleashed the gathered aura around me in an explosion of light that cut apart and blasted the soldiers away leaving a small clearing around me. I felt my aura levels dip slightly, but it's still better than when I first trained this maneuver. Plenty of room for improvement but for the moment it's a good enough desperation move.

I continued my inexorable movement forwards, cleaving down the enemies that came towards me. Some ran as they saw their allies fall down like leaves on the wind, while others came at me with desperation in the eyes hoping that they would be the one to put me down, or at least would wound me enough so the next soldier could finish me off.

If it wasn't sad, I would think their attempts utterly adorable.

I spotted a knight and in an instant I cut him down, making the soldiers at his side jump in surprise and fear. In a whirlwind of speed I cut down the soldiers before jumping high in the air.

Up above I can see the soldiers and few knights staring at me transfixed at the sight of a woman jumping so high it felt like flying, before I brought my sword and with a burst of aura I spun towards the ground slamming the blade on the ground making a great shockwave and throwing the soldiers backwards.

More and more soldiers started to run away from me, and I let them go as I focused my efforts on those actively fighting me.

Thirty five... forty two... sixty one.

Well, it will be a long way until I hit one thousand. Better get to it.

~~O~~

"What's happening with our flank! It's starting to lose cohesion!" Said Ser Barristan the Bold to one of his officers.

"Ser! Looks like there's something there that's forcing the soldiers to rout, I can't really see it very well from here. I heard something about a 'witch' but nobody stayed to give more details."

"Incoming enemy!" Said another knight as the wave of Rebel army finally reached Ser Barristan group.

"Seven Hells! Ser Ashwood, take a smaller group to reinforce the flank, at the very least send me a messenger to tell me what is going on." Said the Kingsguard before raising his own sword and charging his enemies. "For the King!!!"


~~O~~

"One of the enemy infantry flanks is starting to lose cohesion", said Jon Arryn to his aide as he gave orders to the cavalry he was leading.

"Wasn't there were the Witch went? Must be her doing."

Jon squinted his eyes, and he swore he saw a group of men being send high into the air.

"Yes, it must be. We can't have her do all the work now, can we?" Said Jon while drawing his own sword, "death to the Mad King! Death to the Dragons!"


~~O~~

It was a good thing that once I awakened my aura I took my time to train it at every opportunity I could, specially as I mixed it with my swordsmanship training from father. It allowed me to become more efficient with aura use, push past my limits in a safe environment and make sure I actually knew how to use a sword.

Not only that, but it gave me much needed discipline to repeat a single strike over and over and over and over again even as my limbs started to become tired and boredom started to set in.

Which was the only reason why I managed to keep up with my attacks. I mean, don't get me wrong killing isn't exactly fun, but at some point effortlessly killing the enemy forces starts to get repetitive so I took to varying my attacks from time to time as I went through the enemy troops like a scythe cutting wheat on the harvest.

I heard some loud rumbling sound from my right and I saw a company of cavalry coming at me, the knights in plate shining with the sun and their light reflecting on the armor. It was also fortunate that they were wearing the banners of the Targaryen, which was distinctive enough even I could spot them.

Cleaning my sword of blood I grabbed it in a reverse grip and I gathered aura into it, making the blade shine with power. Tapping into my semblance, I added more power into it in an instant like I had trained so many times before.

"Rose..."

The cavalry came closer step by step, and when they were close enough I swung my blade forwards with as much force as I could muster.

"SLASH!!!"

A white blast of energy flew at prodigious speed towards them, wide enough to catch all riders in the company. As it hit them the energy attack seared and cut at their bodies, leaving a large trail of destruction as bodies cooked inside their armor from the light while at the same time being torn apart by the kinetic energy.

The few riders that were fortunate enough not to get caught in the attack were still near enough that their mounts either tripped or shook them away, some being trampled underfoot as the animals ran for their lives against this affront to natural order. I doubt they would panic nearly as much if someone had throw at them Wildfire itself.

I took a deep, steadying breath. That attack certainly made my aura take a noticeable dip, still a great improvement since the time when I invented this attack and was out of aura in a single blast. Granted I didn't attacked at full power, but I think I learned how to pace myself better now.

Turning around, I saw more soldiers staring at me in horror before dropping their weapons and deserting from the fight.

Since I can't really count how many routed since they saw me fight, I'm still at the low number of two hundred ninety five enemies killed, recent deaths included.

"Hah... long road to travel."

~~O~~

"What was that flash?" Asked the crown prince Rhaegar as he overlook the battlefield.

"I don't know", said a crownlanader knight, "it came from the left flank."

"Where the dornish are?" Mused the prince, "I will let Prince Martell deal with it for now. How are our forces?"

"We're even at the moment", said the knight much to the displeasure of the prince, "the numbers of the rebels were as great as ours and they appear to have a strong morale."

Rhaegar frowned. Things should have been in their favor instead of being a hard fought battle. If only Jon weren't defeated, or if he at least managed to retreat in good order, then perhaps things would have been more in their favor.

"Jon my friend, what would you do right now?" He whispered to himself before he came to a conclusion, "we need to seek their commanders in order to break their morale. We will advance at once. There", he said while pointing at the flag on the distance, "we will fight against the Arryns. If we can kill both Lord and Heir it will shake Robert Baratheon."

"At once my prince. Sound the horn!"

With a last glance to where that strange flash of light came, Rhaegar turned on his mount before advancing.


~~O~~

I don't know how long I fought. Was it ten, twenty minutes? Was it an hour?

At some point killing and routing people started to become a shore, but I had to continue to make sure the enemy would be defeated and the rebels would win. I couldn't be everywhere, but I could sow as much disorder and damage as possible.

Even now several Knights and Lords fell to my blade, their superior armor choice doing nothing more than mark them as opportunity targets to me.

I also knocked out one kingsguard knight, but I wasn't sure if he was Ser Barristan so instead I simply took him back behind friendly lines as prisoner before going back to the thick of the fighting, going further back in the enemy lines to make sure I won't end up killing my own allies by mistake.

The song and dance continued, with the cycle of death and routing going on until I reached a shallow of the river, where cavalry was fighting against each other, and in there two figures could be clearly seen. Robert with his yellow shirt and stag horned helm and someone else battling him in deep black armor and a red cloak.

I made sure nobody came closer, the ones on our side not even bothering with me while the few that stood in my path were given a powerful blow on their armor as a warning, and a beheading if they were stupid enough. I was glad to see my allies knew I wouldn't let their leader die.

Robert warhammer dealt a blow to his enemy's horse, throwing Rhaegar into the ground. The Lord of Storm End tried to trample the Targaryen but the prince managed to dodge the attacks before standing up. As Robert tried to smash his head the prince managed to kill the horse but Robert jumped out of the animal before it fell.

Battle raged for some more time, until Rhaegar swung his blade ready to impale Robert...

... just as the peble I threw disarmed Rhaegar as Robert's warhammer smashed on his face, caving in the helm and crushing his skull. For good measure Robert did a double tap by smashing his chest, making a hole in the prince's breastplate.

I approached Robert and he was panting from the short bout. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked him casually.

"... I totally could have killed him by myself", he almost snarled at me in what he thought was an intimidating manner.

"You probably could", I agreed, that's what happened according to my old man memories after all, "but you would have been hurt and I rather not have that on my conscience."

"Heh", he chuckled before spitting on the corpse, "it would have been worth it, to know I was better than him."

I shook my head. "Boys. I won't tell anyone if you don't, deal?"

He grunted but nodded.

"By the way, while you two were having your moment the enemy sounded the retreat, but it's more like a rout from where I saw the guys running. Our cavalry are running them down at this moment, that's what cavalry do, right? Kill the people running away?"

"One of it's duties", he said, "well, what are we standing here for? We have some clean up to do before we can celebrate!"

"Sure, it should also be just enough for me to complete one thousand kills." I said with a smile before turning away.

"... one thousand?"

Right now this is my favorite GOT fic, the fight scenes flow well and it's easy to tell what happens

Oh you accidently posted the chapter twice
 
At some point killing and routing people started to become a shore, but I had to continue to make sure the enemy would be defeated and the rebels would win.
"At some point killing and routing people started to become a chore."
Unless you meant shore in a kind of metaphor?
 
I'm so fucking happy there's no pathetic whining about the 'morals' of killing your enemies and such. Thank goodness we aren't bombarded by the boorish angst so many self-inserts seem so fond of.
 
You'd think they would take rumors of a witch and bright flashes of light couples with crumbling flanks a bit more seriously.
 
Eh, there's a huge amount of respect associated with being the founder of an important group... Like a group of superhuman fighters.

Especially if she only empowers people who are loyal to her.
As was suggested in the SB thread, she could choose to empower only women, and probably mostly smallfolk women at that, creating an order of female knights. Who can in turn spread it to others. By the time someone figures out it works on men too, it'll have upended the politics and culture of Planetos, while giving the SI a large and devoted following, of people who'd never have tasted of power martial or otherwise without it. As well as giving her immediate power through empowering Lyanna Stark or Elia Martell or whoever.
 
I should mention that I also accept omakes to this, and if it is good enough it can even become canon! Well, not as likely as the Theon Greyjoy fic, but it could happen!
 
6 - The King is Dead, Part 1
Not everything went according to plan during the battle.

A couple of Knights and Lords on our side died despite my efforts, including one's Jon Arryn, foster father of Robert and Ned, future Hand of King according to my old man memories.

To say Robert was mad with rage and grief was an understatement, but Jon insisted on leading the charge himself when a lucky arrow managed to hit him on the neck in the gaps of his armor. A lucky shot from a stray arrow.

Robert trashed around his tent, and we let him vent his frustration for a while before I got sick of it and I dragged both Robert and Ned to get shitfaced drunk. Why also taking Ned? Well, most people didn't realized it, or perhaps realized it and didn't want to intrude, but Ned took the death of Jon Arryn just as bad.

I couldn't fault them since going on this war was one giant bender for me to vent my frustrations on being born in this shitty land as a no name smallfolk in the region that saw the most conflict in the history of Westeros.

After a couple of drinks for me and some bottles between Robert and Ned, Denys came to the tent. "Do you have room for one more?"

"Come in and drink for Jon." Slurred Robert as he took another swing of the rich wine.

Denys sat on the extra chair before taking a generous swing at his cup. "Damn, he wasn't supposed to die. I was there with him when some of the Targaryens engaged with us. Rhaegar took a turn and went after Robert on the shallows while Jonothor Darry came after us."

He looked at his cup some time before continuing. "We were fighting when I tripped on a loose rock and the kingsguard came after me, but Jon came in front of me and took the blow parrying the attack. Before I could help Jon though Jonothor managed to wound him and leave him on the ground. I saw red when I saw my uncle on the ground and back stabbed the son of a whore as he tried to finish the job."

Taking another swing of his drink he tried to fight back tears. "It should have been me who died, not him!"

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You're his family right? He wouldn't have wanted you to die, just like you didn't wanted him to die. Don't blame yourself and instead do good with the life Jon gave to you."

At least that's what I wanted to say. I was way past tipsy at that point, but he nodded and opened another bottle of wine.

"Damn, I still remember him scolding me for doing something stupid back in the Eyrie, telling me 'why don't you have some more foresight like Ned, Robert' to me."

Ned for his part chuckled before taking a sip of his own drink. "And all too often I heard him saying 'you should be more bold like Robert, Ned'."

"Sounds like a peachy guy." The trio looked at me before I clarified, "I meant 'an excellent person'."

They all nodded before Robert rose his cup. "To Jon Arryn!"

"Aye!" We said rising our own cups before downing them.

We stayed silent for some time before Robert spoke. "Want to know what could cheer me up?" He said before staring at me, "you."

"Still not working!" I yelled flustered at his remark.

Both Denys and Ned dope slapped Robert in solidarity.

~~O~~

The army marched forwards towards King's Landing. Someone suggest I could go ahead and either kill off the king on my own or at least open the gates.

"Go for it." Said Robert, "do what you think is best. Just make sure to leave some of the fighting to us. We will probably have to pound on the Lannisters at some point if the rumors I heard are true."

Thus I took some supplies, put them on a bag and went ahead of the army, running for as long as I could before settling myself to a decent walk down the kings road.

The city smelled awful to say the least, I could smell it from a good way out when the wind blew in the right direction.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself I took off my cloak and put it in the bag, before looking around the city walls for the perfect place to infiltrate the walls. Insertion point chosen, I entered with a swift run on the walls and a single leap. I took down the watchers and dropped their bodies outside the walls, before silently sneaking inside the city.

Once there I made my way to the castle, and once asking a few directions to the locals I knew exactly where I should go. In no time I was on the steps of the red keep, ready to make history. Now, to ham it up all the way, or be sneaky about it?

I took a coin and flipped, letting chance decide how history would play out.

~~O~~

"Aerys Targaryen! Your reign of terror is over! This is Ser Rose, The Witch of the Riverlands, the Bloody Rose who came to take you down!" I said after I literally blasted open the gates of the Red Keep. I calmly walked towards the throne room with my white cloak billowing behind me, taking down any opposition I meet in a quick fashion until I saw the Iron Throne.

I never saw it before, and my old man memories supplied a much more modest throne than this. The actual Iron Throne was a massive monstrosity that almost went to the ceiling made of thousands of rusted swords. How the hell people didn't routinely catch tetanus from it I will never know. Or perhaps they do and their bodies are simply discreetly disposed off?

The man sitting on the throne looked rather terrible in my opinion. Large uncut nails, disheveled hair and what I can only call a demented look on his face.

"Another traitor came to us. Seize her!"

I made sure to hold back a little with my display, not that I didn't kill the guards that were ever flowing on the room in increasingly gory ways, but I also left some of them alive if retired from the battle in order for them to eventually spread the word of what I did.

At some point in the carnage people stopped coming in and instead simply blocked off the exit and watched me.

"Come! Come and defend your king you traitors! You! Lannister, defend me!"

My old man memories supplied to me some choice bits of information from the man in front of me, the youthfulness and blond hair telling me who the Lannister kingsguard was.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him. "As someone close to the Mad King you should know his crimes intimately, is it worth to fight for him?"

He seemed to hesitate a bit, but grimly he took his weapon and nodded. "Still, I have to try." Even as he said that his stance was done half hearted. He saw me fighting, so he knew I could take him down easily. Perhaps he expects me to show him mercy by allowing him to live?

I mused the idea for a while before sheathing my sword for a moment. That move startled him, which was when I suddenly appeared on his face and kneed him on the stomach hard enough to dent armor, my standard practice to 'non-lethally' taking down armored opponents. He fell on the ground grasping for air before emptying the content of his stomach.

Once more I unsheathed my sword. "Your sword will enter into history dad", I whispered as the Mad King tried to scramble backwards on the throne. Once we were set eye to eye I took in his appearance fully, how the Targaryens rule had fallen so hard with both him and Rhaegar. In a swift move I plunged my sword on his chest, killing him instantly.

I cut off his head and raised it as if it was a trophy. "The Mad King is dead! His heir Rhaegar is dead! The reign of the Targaryens is over!"

My old man memories told me that there was still Aegon and Viserys, but they were both children at the moment. We could easily send them to the Wall and be done with it. Speaking of them...

"Until Robert Baratheon comes to the city to officially end the war I'm taking over! Whoever disputes my claim can take that up with me! Whoever wants to seek revenge for the Mad King can join the fallen! I am the Witch of the Riverlands, the Bloody Rose! If you heard and witnessed my prowess you know going against me is death! Who wants to try their luck?"

The soldiers hesitated, some rushing elsewhere, until suddenly I saw the soldiers throwing their weapons on the ground. Good, that will make things easier. Now I just have one loose end to take care off.

"Hey you, blondie, you alive there?"

"... no thanks... to you." He wheezed before standing up and cleaning his mouth.

"Good, because I have a mission to you. Where are the wife of Rhaegar and his children?"

"You don't plan to-"

"What I plan is to secure them to make sure they won't go anywhere until Robert arrives with his army. You can help me with making sure they are well treated, or you can force my hand in taking more drastic measures." I threatened.

"... you won't kill them, will you?"

"No", I told him honestly, "and I will do everything in my power to make sure she won't come to harm."

The kingsguard took a deep breath, managing to unclasp his armor to allow him to breath more easily before nodding. "Alright Witch, you have yourself a deal."

"Ser Jaime", said one of the soldiers and he shook his head.

"You saw what she did. I doubt a hundred of soldiers could stop her. Seven hells, I think a hundred soldiers did try to stop her and failed. If I want to save the lives of the last of the royal family it's best if I go along with her."

I nodded to him. "At least someone who see sense. Alright Ser Jaime, lead the way so I can explain the situation to Rhaegar's widow."

Things will be a bit touch and go for a while since I can't project much force as a single person, but hopefully with Jaime at my side I can get shit done until Robert arrives. Still, I can't help but think I'm forgetting something...
 
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Not everything went according to plan during the battle.

A couple of Knights and Lords on our side died despite my efforts, including one's Jon Arryn, foster father of Robert and Ned, future Hand of King according to my old man memories.

To say he was mad with rage and grief was an understatement, but he insisted on leading the charge himself when a lucky arrow managed to hit him on the neck in the gaps of his armor. A lucky shot from a stray arrow.
This seems to be saying that Jon Arryn died, and as a consequence Jon Arryn was mad with rage and grief so he went on a charge and took an arrow in the neck and died. I am confused.
 
Good catch. It's robert who was mad with grief, and it was jon who lead the charge and took an arrow to the neck.
 
She is going to take over the world isn't she. Not through politics or technology, but being the most dangerous thing on the planet and killing anyone who tries to hard to say otherwise.
 
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