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The ground rumbled beneath Roberts feet as the castle wall before him blew apart showering the men below with rocks and debris, a man on a siege ladder came falling down, his red and black tabard a ruin, his body was lost amongst the crowd below, as his screams came to an adrupt halt. Swallowing and gazing back up to the crumbling castle wall, he looked on in shock, as one of their ladders came falling back, diving to his right and falling on his stomach ungracefully, his chain mail getting tangled amongst broken arrows and bolts beneath him, his face clipped a broken arrow and nearly took out his eye. Hearing a scream and a sudden thud he turned and saw a seargent mangled under the ladder. "Fuck me" slowly getting up he realized his leather cap had fallen off, squinting at the ground he saw it crumbled up, taking a deep breath he bent down just as a crossbow bolt slammed over head and caught a soldier in the throat, the man instantly grabbed his throats and died standing as his body folded onto the ground. It was at that moment young Robert realized he wasn't, just how shitty the situation had turned into, his first taste of war and combat wasn't what he expected, he envisioned it in a more honourable way, he found himself trying to remember how it should be as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Shaking his head he looked up at his seargeant at arms, clad in a rugged dirty tabard his chain mail swayed underneath it, as he held a cross bow in his hand, looking up at the wall he moved his hand off Robert and shouldered it, letting the bolt fly off he tossed it to the ground, looking back at young Robert he shook his shoulder again as he drew a bastard sword off his back "war isn't pretty lad, snap the hell out of it and ready yourself. Roberts heart pounded in his chest as he shook his head and gave a nod taking an unsteady breath he stood up and pushed into the crowd of men, looking ahead he saw the catapult had made an opening in the wall and they pushed in, the enemy had rushed to the wall as well and fought relentlessly holding back the invaders, swords sank into metal and flesh, screams erupted from the front, he watched Isaac one of their best fighters in the front lashing down and splitting a head, he roared in triumph before a arrow bit into his ear and felled him. Feeling sorrow and loss he felt fear, but he pushed on, slowly they were making ground and or so he thought, he was moving forward but it wasn't looking good, swallowing he kept his eyes closed slightly as if it would protect him. Suddenly he realized he still had his leather cap in his hand and he placed it on, his right hand gripping his blade in a death grip, he slowly got closer to the front. In an instant he thought he saw something in the air and hesitated as an arrow pierced his cheek and nearly took his ear off, wincing back he felt his seargeant at arms holding him and pushing him forward, glancing back he saw another man looking around aimlessly with an arrow in his eye, he never believed it possible, but knew then war had no laws, it made no sense. Looking forward and watching more arrows flying over head, coming from the front and also from the rear, stepping up and over debris he started to walk on bodies, climbing up the broken wall the man in front of him spasimed as a blade came out of his back and and bit the front of Roberts chainmail, reacting out of fear and training he pulled up his sword and thruster it over his comrades shoulder and felt it sink into something, hearing a scream his comrade fell forward onto his attacker, as Robert pulled it out of the man being crushed by his brother in arms, marching slowly forward his breathing slowled as he brought his blade up and blocked a over head slash of another enemy, he didn't bother studying the man there was no time for it, kicking forward he fought the man mid section and sent him stumbling back, realizing he was right in the breach and ontop of the dead Robert jumped in after the stumbling man, bringing his blade up onconventionly he fell on him and sliced the mans throats open, the enemies blue eyes went wide and he tried to scream but only made a gurgling sound as blood sprayed up and into Roberts fair skin and short dark hair, shaking his face he hurriedly up to his feet as he felt a pole slam into his shoulder, grunting he realized a pike man just missed his his target and instead of hitting him with the blade end, hit him with the wooden shaft, rushing forward Robert yelled and stabbed the man in the stomach twisting the blade he ripped it out and ducked down as a massive sword decapited the pike mans head, squaring up he eyed a man in full plate brandishing a two handed sword that must of weighed a fuck ton. The enemies iron plates shunned in the sun, though his gracefulness was betrayed by specks and blotches of blood covering him, his helmet scarred and dented in a few places, he stepped back. "You ready to die boy" the man said with a horse voice "you're other friend was" gesturing his head back he saw his seargeant at arms on the ground with a gapping wound spanning from his neck down to his sternum. Looking at the enemy Robert didn't feel fear, didn't feel sorrow, he felt anger, he felt the fury building, gripping his sword he screamed at the knight and lashed out at his head, the knight blocked him and slung low at his knees, bringing his short sword down he slammed it into the ground and blocked the massive blade with a loud clang of metal, his sword inched back almost cutting his foot, being vulnerable he felt his air escape him as the knight kicked him in the chest, falling back word blade in hand he tried to breath as he saw the massive two handed blade come screaming over head rolling as fast as he could he dodged it and lashed out with his own foot at the knights knee, and sent the enemy staggering back a bit in a grunt of pain. Getting on his feet he felt his breathing coming back and stood low watching the knight, as he looked back at him "you'll pay for this peasant" the knight snarled in anger. Robert shook his head "some day maybe, but I'm going to kill you today" walking towards the knight he began to break into a run, the knight slashed at Robert hard but missed as he went into a dive and rolled, Roberts face full of hate and rage, he screamed as he thrusted his blade between the midsection of the knight, his blade stricting true slipped between the mans plates and big deep into him, pushing with all the strength he could muster he felt the blade slicing meat and bone and suddenly stopping, feeling even more anger as the blade stopped he jerked and ravaged the blade in and out of the knight. The knight screamed and fell backward with young Robert following him. Ravaging the knight with his blade he brought it out and slammed the hilt down repeatedly into the knights helmet, first he heard the metal on metal and eventually the crunching of bones, folding the helmet inwards as blood pooled out of the slits at the knights eyes and mouth, Robert sighed and knelt up onto his knees as he let out a big breath "die" he mumbled. Looking around the castle he saw bodies his brothers, and his enemies, the fight was dwindling down as the enemy set up pockets of risitance fruitlessly, or retreated and ran away, eventually more of his comrades started to come into view from behind him. "Gods Robert....you don't leave a job unfinished do you" hearing a voice from behind he turned and saw his baron slipping his chainmail hood off, the baron shook his head as the chaimmail clung to his beard, clad in his tabard he walked over to Robert and patted his shoulder "see, losers always whine about trying their best, winners go home and fuck the Queen" a crowd grew around Robert and the fallen knight and the men laughed at the barons comment. The baron eyed Robert with something he never saw the baron with before. Respect. Nodding his head Robert stood and saluted the baron with his glistening blood ridden sword upright on his chest, still catching his breath he moved his fist from his chest. The baron patted his shoulder again "For the empire".