Simple Strategies

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Ronell observed the battle closely everything so far had gone according to plan, the Black Horn Tribe simply rushed into the village not expecting much of a battle which allowed for the team of archers led by Ronell to rain hell upon them.

They who had come without archers of their own were forced to retreat whilst unable to land a hit on a single one of them, and in doing so met with his brothers who led men to do battle with them in the field.

"Alright its time, pick up your weapons we'll meet them in battle, to the old gods!" "to the old gods!" they responded with a cry and charged out unlike the others his group consisted mostly of free folk and a few other skagossi who were good archers.

Ronell watched the people charge with envy in his eyes, he wished he could lead the charge like his brothers but he knew his skill with the blade was nowhere near his skill with the bow but it mattered not for he had another means to do combat. Letting his mind free a flock of ravens took flight some staying close to watch over his body with the rest flying above his group let out cries that carried over the cold whistling winds.

Arthor who had just destroyed an assailants jaw looked up to see the crows heading his way and knew the rest of his people would be coming. All of this had been his plan, getting the free folk healed as quickly as he could before leading them towards the tribe.

The journey had been a tough one considering the fact that they had to get there before the war and also avoid all the spies. Arthor had Ronell to thank for that and thankfully with the threat of Ulfric at their doorstep getting the tribe to yield to an alliance was easy getting the chief to kneel to him had been harder though and a duel before a wierdwood tree was requested.

A duel he had luckily won earning him the might of an additional thirty people but their numbers were not. Surely it alleviated some pressure but it had merely changed the fact that they were outnumbered three to one, to two to one they were still outnumbered none the less.

The reason of this battle was not just to kill them all, although some deaths were inevitable Arthor knew what he had to do. His eyes searched the battle field which had got even more messy with the addition of the free folk, but the battle was still not in their favor.

There was only one way to end this in their victory and it would seem Benjen had the same idea. Benjen stood before the towering Ulfric whose club had been died red with the blood of his enemies, Benjen was in a horrifying state with some of his bones actually visible.

Ulfric stared at him unable to understand how he was able to remain standing much less do battle, "Oi what is your name?" Ulfric questioned the boy who had actually been able to take hit after hit without dying. Benjen readied his blade staring Ulfric in his eye, "Benjen... son of Harwood" Benjen spoke as he tightened his grip on his sword.

"Benjen aye..." Ulfric suddenly let out a booming laughter that attracted the attention of the men doing battle around them. "Then today I proclaim thee Benjen... the Undying haahahaha now let us see if you are truly undying" "aye let us" Benjen responded as he rose his blade to meet Ulfric's attack but as they two drew infinitesimally close Benjen managed to move aside at the last moment.

The club which was aimed straight for his head missed its target brushing against his hand and sending new waves of pain through his body, but Benjen did not let the pain deter him as he continued, his strike making his way through Ulfric's armor and reaching his belly. Unfortunately Benjen could not muster enough strength for his attack to be deeper, he even began to struggle to pull his sword out from Ulfric's body.

Ulfric was not one to let an opportunity slip him by as he readied his club to strike at Benjen but was stopped by Lothor who had rushed in with both his axes at hand. Arthor let out a sigh of relief seeing Lothor had got there, he continued to do battle against all who dared to block his path to Ulfric.

Frenya who had charged alongside the free folk grit her teeth and continued to do battle, she had seen some of the people she had known her whole life fall under the blades of others and as the bodies that littered the ground continued to grow the rage within her began to grow empowering her as though the spirits had decided to descend on her to help her avenge them.

She grabbed a spear from the battle field embedding it in ones eye before grabbing the sword he had tried to swing at her, swinging it towards another creating a red line across his throat causing his filthy blood to splutter and dirty her person.

Seemingly possesed she let out a cry causing the the freefolk to rally around her forming some makeshift formation allowing for them to have better defense and easily fight the enemies who continued to rush at them blindly. Sigorn seeing this was left dumbfounded but joined them anyway seeing as whatever was happening was beneficial to his and his people's survival.