Crushing Defeat

Laughing, Edmure rose his sword into the air. "Don't let them escape!" He cried, urging his horse forward as he and his army rushed forth after the Mountain and his men.

They had come in the early hours of the morning and what had followed was a brutal close combat engagement that had continued on for hours. Despite being outnumbered five to one, the mere presence of the Mountain had made the battle far more equal that it should have.

However, the battle had reached its climax.

A final push from the centre by the men had managed to split the one thousand strong Lannister force in two and from there, the left army had been made short work of, quickly retreating after a barely an hour of fighting. Then the men there had rushed to engage the remaining Lannister force that still fought fiercely by the side of the Mountain.

The man's large frame and black armour making him stand out quite easily. Yet, no man ever managed to get close. Those that did were cut down with powerful and fast swings that bisected men, cutting through armour due to the sheer force the Mountain exerted in his swings.

It was a terrifying display to behold, but the men under Edmure's command didn't falter and continued to push forth. While the Mountain continued to stand strong, the same could not be said for his men.

Every passing moment another Lannister solider would be killed and more and more soon joined him.

The tide of battle turned when a lucky strike from a spearman managed to sneak through the gaps in the Mountains plate armour and pierce into his shoulder. The man did nothing but grunt and swing his great sword with a single arm and cut through an entire line of six spear men in one swing.

Even so, the very sight of the Mountain being injured broke the already weakened morale of the Lannister soldiers and they quickly turned tail and ran.

Edmure wasn't about to let this opportunity to escape. The Mountain was before him and if he could capture the man, he would be able earn a great deal of glory on this battlefield. So, as the small force of a hundred Lannister soldiers rushed back across the Tumbler's Fall, Edmure and his army of just under four thousand men gave chase. They had incurred heavy losses in the battle, but Edmure knew that the capture of the Mountain would be incredibly important and more than make up for the over one thousand losses he had taken.

As he neared the Lannister forces, his eyes set on the large figure of Ser Gregor Clegane, he ignored the rush of the water on the river. It was deep, but not too deep and his horse continued to move forwards. However, he was slowed down, his infantrymen managing to overtake him and close on the Lannister forces killing a few more.

But the vast majority of the enemy managed to cross the river in time.

That was when a horn sounded and Edmure froze, watching in horror as a large host numbering in the thousands came into view. The lines of men formed up with archers taking aim.

"No." He whispered in shock before the arrows fired fell upon them.

He quickly jumped off his horse and into the river, closing his eyes and praying. Luckily, he managed to escape alive and broke the water's surface. There were a number of dead bodies littered with arrows floating, others clutching arrows sticking from their chests, while others stood with their shields raised.

Another volley rained down upon them soon after and Edmure grunted, falling back into the water with a splash as an arrow struck his right chest.

Another volley followed soon after.

And then another.

And another.

All the while the Lannister infantry closed in on them.

It was when he saw the front ranks of the Lannister army charged into the Tumbler's Fall that Edmure recovered his wits enough to give the order to retreat. By that point many had already turned tail and fled, but for many, it was too late.

Edmure was one of the lucky few who managed to make it onto the other bank in time and took one glance at the slaughter taking place in the river. Nearly the entirety of his force was still there, only a few hundred having made it back to the safety of the bank. The rest were engaged in brutal combat once more, but this time they were the ones being slaughtered.

That's when he heard the sound of galloping and looked to the north to see what must have been the entirety of the Lannister cavalry.

With wide eyes, Edmure ran as fast as he could away from the battlefield, just hoping and praying that he would survive. It was hard for him to comprehend just how badly things had turned so soon.