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A Wolf takes a lioness. The drums of war echoed through the Westerlands hills. Jon gripped the reins of his horse, scanning the valley below where Lannister forces had made camp. Their red banners fluttered in the morning breeze, gold lions catching the first rays of sunlight.
Jon studied the encampment's layout. The ridge there would hide our cavalry until the last moment. When you hear the horns, hit them hard. The trust in his brother's eyes stirred something in Jon's chest. He nodded, turning his mount toward the waiting riders. Dawn painted the sky crimson as Jon led his force through the scrubland.
The men followed in silence, horses' hooves muffled by the soft earth. They reached the ridge just as the sun crested the horizon. The war horns blasted across the valley. Jon drew his sword, the steel singing. His men echoed the cry as they crashed into the Lannister lines. Jon's blade found its first mark β a knight in crimson plate who barely had time to turn. Steel met flesh, and the battlefield dissolved into chaos.
Through the press of bodies and clash of steel, Jon caught glimpses of the larger battle. Robb's main force had smashed into the camp's front, the direwolf banner of House Stark flying proud above the melee. The Lannisters, caught between hammer and anvil, began to break. His men responded, their charge forcing the enemy back step by bloody step. A Lannister captain rallied a group of spearmen, forming a desperate line. Jon spurred his horse forward, sword flashing in deadly arcs.
