Chapter 9:

Chapter 9:

The day to destroy the Bolton's had finally arrived, the weather was cold and dry, with winds shaking the trees slightly.

My man were ready; Lord Stark would be waiting for us in Dreadfort.

House Stark had around nine thousand soldiers, being the most prominent military power in the north, the Boltons were a close second with approximately seven thousand soldiers, followed by the Karstark that had around six thousand soldiers.

In terms of military power, I was the fourth-strongest house in the north; economically speaking, House Mormont was now the first, with my finishing and alcohol business booming, with the lords and the peasants.

But even with higher numbers, House Bolton wasn't stronger than me.

A strategy often beats quantity.

But unfortunately for Lord Bolton, we outnumber and outwitted him.

He was going to die, regardless of what he tried of this battle.

Deep down, I was a bit uncertain about how this battle would end. I knew victory was certain, but coming unscathed was not, it was true I was a super-soldier, with the ability to use any weapon like a master. However, I wasn't immortal, I was still a human, a better and stronger human but a human nonetheless, arrows could still hurt me if I failed to dodge them, swords could still cut me if I didn't see them.

I had to be careful; strength does not equal victory; unfortunately, chance is part of everything.

Was I scared? Not really, I had come to peace with the fact I was a mortal long time ago, but not being scared didn't mean I was going to be stupid about it.

One thing was fighting alone, but leading in the battleground was different, I wasn't just taking care of me, I had to consider the lives of my men, my soldiers, they trusted me to.

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As gallop with my army to the location where Lord Stark is waiting, I see from afar the Stark banners.

After a few minutes, I arrived at the war tent; Lord Stark was already discussing with his sons and the other Lords what to do.

"I take he didn't surrender," I said, announcing my presence to them.

"Aye, he will fight to his last breath," Robb growled, he was angry, probably because his sister was targeted.

"I brought three thousand men with me," I informed, "I'm pretty sure with our numbers we can overwhelm him,"

While I did believe a good strategy was better than having numbers, I knew Lord Bolton didn't have any strategy.

He didn't have time to plan anything; he was just delaying his demise, with the faint hope he will survive long enough to kill the Starks at the very least.

I jump off the horse, doing a flip in the air, landing with a superhero style.

I dashed towards the enemies, cutting the arrows with my sword or shield as I slash the closest enemy and killing him.

I continue to slay enemy after enemy advancing nonstop until I something. The Boltons men are retreating! "Don't let them regroup!" I shouted. But then I noticed something else.

An unusually large man, around seven feet tall carrying a giant axe with one hand and wearing heavy armor is charging towards Robb, the first that came to my mind was, 'The Mountain,' but that can't be right.

"Duck!" I shouted, running towards the Stark.

With all my speed I managed to get close to Robb Stark, just in time to push him out of the way, the man has failed his first attack and roared at me, trying to cut me, but with a smile, I dropped into the ground doing a barrel roll dodging just as the man swings his massive axe and buries into the ground close to me.

"Holy shit, that was close," I chuckled, standing up with a single jump.

Robb didn't have time to thank me, because he was already fighting another guy.

The man pulls out his axe and smiles at me, "You are going to die,"

"Sorry, you just lost your only chance when you missed that first attack," I was sure now that he wasn't the mountain that rides, but boy he looked like it from afar, he was around seven to eight foot tall and massively big.

"Big words from a small man," the man roars as he swings the axe down on me.

But I caught his axe by the sharp end with my left bare hand stopping his swing, he was surprised, as he struggled to move the axe to no avail, "Sorry but size doesn't determine the strength of an individual," I then smiled at him as shoved my sword up into his stomach. He coughed blood as he fell backwards with a confused expression of his face, probably wondering how I managed to do it, but I decided to ignore it as I shove the sword deeper into him.

"Monster," The man said in pain,

"Aye, but one that's necessary," I smiled as I punched his head with all my strength, no holding back, for the first time in my life, this, in turn, makes my fist go through his head like it was wood, blood splattering everywhere, safe to say he died instantly as I wince while pulling my hand out of his head, "I did not expect this..."

As I clean my hand of his blood, I noticed that Robb and many men were staring at me, some with fear others with respect.

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Author note:

This is his first battle in battle field, so being nervous is to be expected.

This is also the fist time he goes all go, discovering how strong he really is.

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