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Vlad steps into battle.

Vlad commanded his men, "Be ready."

The men, though filled with a slight sense of fear, but there were true Northerners, and they steeled themselves, preparing for the battle of their lives.

They understood the gravity of the situation—they could not allow these people to pass. They heard their commander's order, "Just make sure no one gets through; I will handle the rest."

Confusion enveloped the ranks, but what they witnessed next left them utterly shocked.

Vlad, clad in a striking black and red armor, moved with lightning speed, his every motion appearing as if he were teleporting from one spot to another. As he weaved through the chaos of the fight, his movements were so fluid and precise that it seemed as though time itself had frozen.

His black garments billowed behind him, leaving a sculptural trail in his wake. The cloth, intricately designed and matching the colors of his armor, twisted and twirled, forming an ethereal tapestry of black and red. It cascaded through the air, defying gravity as if propelled by an unseen force, With his katana gripped firmly in his hand, Vlad unleashed a whirlwind of deadly slashes and precise strikes. His speed was unmatched, allowing him to swiftly close the distance between himself and the enemy army.

One of the Northern army filled with awe "By the Old gods, look at Lord Vlad! He moves like a phantom!"

As he engaged his opponents, Vlad's swift movements, accompanied by the flowing cloth trail, created a mesmerizing illusion that he was the same person effortlessly navigating through the chaos of enemies. As he darted from one opponent to another, his motion blurred, leaving behind a continuous stream of sculptural cloth that connected his previous and current positions.

The cloth trail of illusion collapsed gracefully when Vlad came to a halt, only to be summoned again as he continued his relentless assault. The enemies, caught off guard by his lightning-fast movements, struggled to keep up with his speed and precision.

His movements became a mesmerizing dance of lethal precision. With every strike, he demonstrated his mastery of combat, swiftly dispatching his foes with calculated strikes and devastating blows. His black and red armor seemed to amplify his prowess, enhancing his speed and agility, while instilling fear in the hearts of those who dared to face him.

This visual effect made it difficult for his adversaries to track Vlad's exact movements. The enemies would catch glimpses of him darting from one spot to another, but before they could react, they would find themselves facing an empty space. It was as if Vlad had seamlessly merged with his surroundings, becoming an elusive and phantom-like presence.

Andal Soldier 1 panicking yelled "He's a demon! How can anyone move that fast?"

The cloth trail, matching the colors of his black and red armor, played a crucial role in perpetuating this illusion. As Vlad moved, the cloth twisted and swirled, creating a dynamic visual spectacle that added to the confusion and disorientation of his opponents. It was almost impossible to discern where Vlad ended and the cloth began, blending seamlessly into one entity.

Another Andal captain shouted in fear "Strike him down! We can't let him get away!"

The enemies found themselves surrounded by a whirlwind of black and red, Vlad's every strike accompanied by the fluid dance of the cloth trail. They would swing their weapons at what they believed to be Vlad, only to find themselves striking empty air or colliding with the billowing cloth.

The Soldiers were frustrated and one of them yelled "Where is he? I can't see his movements!"

Vlad's ability to create this illusion and maintain the seamless fluidity of his movements showcased his exceptional skill and mastery of combat. It not only added to his mystique but also served as a tactical advantage, keeping his enemies off-balance and unable to predict his next move.

As Vlad moved with blinding agility, his katana danced through the air, leaving a trail of severed limbs and falling adversaries in his wake. The black and red armor adorned his body, providing both protection and flexibility as he weaved through the chaos of the battlefield.

With each swing of his katana, Vlad's movements became a blur, his strikes delivered with unparalleled precision. The enemy soldiers barely had time to react before they fell victim to the swift and lethal blade. Vlad's speed allowed him to engage multiple opponents simultaneously, evading their attacks effortlessly while striking with deadly accuracy.

While son of Lord Manderly, Jeorn Manderly was looking at the scene in shock, awe and fear.But then he remembered Theon Stark telling the Lords"Vlad Tepes is blessed by the gods, you have not seen his powers yet."

Many at the time thought it was just Theon Stark praising Vlad's swordskill and his intelligence.

But now he knew this was what Theon Stark meant.

Jeorn Manderly muttered"What... What is this? Theon Stark was right about Vlad's powers!"

In the heat of the battle, Vlad appeared as a singular force, his movements and the cloth trail merging into one harmonious entity. It was an awe-inspiring display of agility, precision, and illusion, leaving his enemies bewildered and vulnerable to his lightning-fast attacks.

[A/N:I searching for a good banner and motto for House of Tepes, only thing I could come up so far is Batman emblem and motto"Death comes to all."]

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