The Vanguard

The Unsullied.

Robb had wondered how effective they would be against heavy cavalry. He knew of their success against light cavalry such as the Dothraki, could even see from the movements of the Dornish, that they were highly effective against light cavalry. But he had wondered how they would be able to handle the Golden Company cavalry.

Daenery's forces themselves were a mixed bag of different units, it was clear she accepted any wishing to fight for her. But there was no real structure to her forces, though it was clear Ser Barristan had attempted to bring some semblance of order to it.

However, she had very little in the way of archers or cavalry.

Most of it was foot soldiers, their main force being comprised of Unsullied that was now dealing with the cavalry of Aegon Targaryen. Yet from what he was seeing, Robb was both surprised and a little worried about the effectiveness with which the Unsullied managed to seemingly bring most of the Golden Company cavalry to a halt.

He could see from the mess of soldiers that were near the frontlines of Daenerys' forces that they had been halted, now creating the beginnings of a brutal melee. Some of the cavalry now peeling off to try and loop around.

What was even more shocking was that no flag had been raised, no orders given. This was something the Unsullied did without so much as a clear command from their superior officer. It spoke volumes of how well-trained and disciplined they were. The only command being given at this point is for the archers to fire and Sellsword companies to move around and intercept the remaining cavalry.

Robb's gaze trailed to the Dragons in the sky, watching as they unleashed fire down upon the rear of the infantry that continued to rush towards Daenery's forces. 'The Unsullied. They're a force that's wasted upon you.' In the future, Robb knew that such a force could come in handy, even more so if they could be properly outfitted with armour. 'Just another reason to keep this alliance of ours strong.'

As the elephants smashed into the lines of Unsullied, breaking them apart where the cavalry had failed, it allowed the infantry to charge in. "There's no structure to the attack." Lord Piper noted, he and the rest of his aides were all watching the battle unfold before their eyes.

"Should we do something to aid them, your grace?" Patrek Mallister asked.

Robb was silent though, as he often was.

No one repeated the question, they each knew that he had heard Patrek and was thinking. They had spent much of their time during this war by his side and while his personal guard was no longer as large as it once was, many being promoted to positions of command to replace those older members that had died and to accommodate for the rising size of his army, they knew better than most how Robb operated.

"I suppose if I wait any longer, Smalljon will go off on his own." Robb mused, chuckles being shared. "Send in the vanguard."

A flag was raised and quickly the vanguard burst into action.

After the clash against Tywin Lannister, Robb had decided to give command of the vanguard to perhaps one of the most skilled and fearsome warriors in his army, Smalljon Umber, the Mad Giant. Each of the members of the vanguard were men Smalljon had personally selected himself, Robb allowing him to pick and chose men from throughout his army.

Robb had faith that this vanguard would be one of his strongest, especially with Smalljon leading it.

"Have our forces move forwards, bring our arches in range." It was his plan to take advantage of the disarrayed forces of Aegon Targaryen. In an attempt to avoid the dragon fire, had abandoned all semblance of formation and order, just attempting to close the gap between him and one of his enemy forces.

Considering Daenery's dragons, there was no better target than her forces. Robb would have made a similar choice if he was in Aegon's position, close the gap and ensure that Daenerys couldn't be tempted to simply use her dragons to eliminate two threats. As the infantry joined the fray, spreading out amongst the battlefield, it was proving incredibly effective.

Daenerys and her Dragons remained still in the air, she was unsure of what orders to give. 'If only I could command those Dragons.' Robb thought not for the second time, envious of the tools available to Daenerys. She was young and naive, those tools were wasted on her, if he had access to them he would have ended this war here and now.

A simple order, dragon fire would rain down and completely annihilate Aegon's forces. Certainly, there would be damage to his own, but the losses would be acceptable. Robb cared little what other people thought of him, they already assumed he cared little for his family and some even thought he didn't care about the situation in the North. But they were the opinions of people beneath him, he knew what goal he was striving towards, he knew what he needed to do to achieve it.

He would succeed, no matter the cost.

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"Your grace!" Spinning around, Aegon let his blade sing through the air, cutting down a Sellsword, blood and mud splashing through the air and staining his armour. Yet he was quickly beset by another soldier, one that was struck by a cavalryman, trampling him beneath its hooves as the battle raged all around him.

Quickly though, Aegon was ragged around, coming face to face with Jon Connington. "Aegon!" There was an urgency to his voice, a panicked tint that Aegon had yet to have heard from the man. "The Stark vanguard has struck our rear. We need to do something."

Both men quickly broke apart, a brief sword duel taking place against their respective opponents. Aegon managed to dispatch his a little quicker, he overextending a strike. Jon meanwhile, while taking care of his in a similar fashion, was tackled by another man to the ground, the two grappling on the ground.

Only for the Sellsword to be dragged up, Aegon piercing his sword through his back. "Get up, Jon," Aegon told him, helping his closest aid and father figure to his feet. "I have a plan."

"Then what is it?" Jon said, more and more Golden Company soldiers beginning to join the fray, helping provide a little protection under Harry Stricklands orders. "We have no formation, no clear position of command with which to give orders. Without that, we could lose this battle against Daenery's forces alone, let alone against the Stark forces."

"We have a position with which to issue orders," Aegon told him. "Bring two horses and the flags."

"Aegon, what are you talking about?!"

"This entire battlefield is ours." Aegon's responded with a smile. "I will make order from chaos. Just trust me."