Game of Thrones: Bran said:
The karstarks came in on a cold windy morning, bringing three hundred horsemen and near two thousand foot from their castle at karhold. The steel points of their pikes winked in the pale sunlight as the column approached.
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Game of Thrones: Catelyn said:
Ser wylis and his brother ser wendel followed, leading their levies, near fifteen hundred men: some twenty odd knights and as many squires, two hundred mounted lances, swordsmen, and freeriders, and the rest foot armed with spears, pikes and tridents.
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Game of Thrones said:
Behind her came ser jared frey, ser hosteen frey, ser danwell frey, and lord walders basterd son ronald rivers, leading a long column of pikemen, rank on rank of shuffling men in blue steel ringmail and silver grey cloaks...
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Game of Thrones: Tyrion said:
His uncle would lead the center. Ser kevan had raised his standerds above the kingsroad. Quivers hanging from their belts, the foot archers arrayed themselves into three long lines to east and west of the road, and stood calmly stringing their bows. Between them pikemen formed squares, behind were rank on rank of men at arms with spear and sword and axe. Three hundred heavy horse surrounded ser kevan and the lords bannermen lefford, lydden and serrett with all their sworn retainers. The right wing was all cavalry, some four thousand men, heavy with the weight of their armor. More then three quarters of the knights were there massed together like a great steel fist. Ser adam Marbrand had the command. Tyrion saw his banner unfurl as his standerd bearer shook it out, a burning tree, arange and smoke. Behind him flew ser flements purple unicorn the brindled boar of crakehall the bantam rooster of swyft, and more. His lord father took place on the hill where he had slept. Around him the resrve assembled, a huge force half mounted and half foot, five thousand strong. Lord tywin almost always chose to command the reserve...
Were the right was a mailed fist of knights and heavy lances the vanguard was made up of the sweepings of the west: mounted archers in leather jerkins, a swarming mass of undisciplined freeriders and sellswords, fieldhands on plow horses armed with scythes and their fathers rusted swords half trained boys from the stews of lannisport, and tyrion and his mountain clanesman
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He had no time to think about it. The drums were so near that the beat crept under his skin and set his hands to twitching. Bronn drew his longsword, and suddenly the enemy was there before them, boiling over the tops of the hills, advancing with measured tread behind a wall of sheilds and pikes. Gods be damned, look at them all, tyrion thought, though he knew his father had more men on the field. Their captains led them on armored warhorses, standard bearers riding alongside with their banners. He glimpsed the bull moose of the hornwoods, the karstark sunburst, lord cerwyns battle axe, and the mailed fist of the glovers...and the twin towers of frey, blue on grey. So much for his fathers certainty lord walder would not bestir himself. The white of house stark was seen everywhere, the grey direwolves seeming to leap and run as the banners swirled and streamed from the high staffs. A warhorn blew. its voice long and low and chilling as a cold wind from the north. The lannister trumpets answered, brazen and defiant yet it seemed to tyrion they sounded smaller. As the horns died away, a hissing filled the air, a vast flight of arrows arched up from his right, where the archers stood flanking the road. The northerners broke into a run, shouting as they came, but the lannister arrows fell on them like a hail, hundreds of arrows, thousands, and shouts turned to screams as men stumbled and went down. By then a second flight was in the air, and the archers were fitting a third arrow to their bowstrings. Ser gregor waved his huge sword and bellowed a command, and a thousand other voices screamed back at him. Tyrion put his spurs to his horse and added one more voice to the cacophony, and the van surged forward."The river!" he shouted at his clansmen as they rode. "remeber, hew to the river." He was still leading when they broke a canter, untill chella gave a bloodcurdling shriek and galloped past him, shagga howled and followed. The clansmen charged after them, leaving tyrion in their dust. A crescent of enemy spearmen had formed ahead, a double hedgehog bristling with steel, waiting behind tall oaken sheilds marked with the sunburst of karstark. Gregor clegane was the first to reach them, leading a wedge of armored veterans. Half the horses shied at the last second, breaking their charge before the row of spears. The others died, sharp steel points ripping through their chests. Tyrion saw a dozen men go down. The mountains stallion reared, lashing out with iron shod hooves as a barbed spearhead raked across his neck. Madened, the beast lunged into the ranks. Spears thrust at him from every side, but the shield wall broke beneath his weight. The northernors stumbled away from the animals death throwes. As his horse fell, snorting blood and biting with his last red breath, the mountain rose untouched laying about him with his two handed greatsword. Shagga went bursting through the gap before the sheilds could close, other stone crows hard behind him. Tyrion shouted, "burned men! moon brothers! After me" but most of them were ahead of him. He glimpsed timmett son of timmet vault free as his mount died under him in full stride, saw amoon brother impaled on a karstark spear, watched connns horse shatter a mans ribs with a kick. A flight of arrows descended on them, were they came from he could not say, but they fell on stark and lannister alike, rattling off armor or finding flesh. Tyrion lifted his sheild and hid beneath it. The hedgehog was crumbling, the northernors reeling back under the impact of the mounted assault. Tyrion saw shagga catch a spearman full in the chest as the fool came on at a run, saw his axe shear through mail and leather and muscle and lungs. The man was dead on his feet, the axehead lodged in his chest, yet shagga rode on, cleaving a shield in two with his left hand battle axe while the corpse was bonellesly along on his right. By then the enemy was on him, and tyrions battle shrunk to the few feet of ground around his horse. A man at arms thrust at his chest and his axe lashed out knocking the spear aside. The man danced back for another try, but tyrion spured his horse and rode right over him...
His quarry met him sword in hand. He was tall and spare wearing a long chainmail hauberk and gauntlets of lobstered steel, but hed lost his helm and blood ran down into his eyes from a gash on his forehead. Tyrion aimed a swipe at his face but the man slammed it aside....
He saw ser kevan had bought up his center in support of the van, his huge mass of pikemen had pushed the northernors back against the hills. They were struggling on the slopes, pikes thrusting against another wall of sheilds, these oval and reinforced with iron studs. As he watched the air filled with arrows again, and the men behind the oak wall crumbled beneath the fire....
Tyrion watched his father fly past, the crimson and gold banner of lannister rippling over his head as he thundered across the field. Five hundred knights surrounded him, sunlight flashing off the points off their lances. The remnants of the stark lines shattered like glass beneath the hammer of their charge.
