Trials and Tribulations of the Oathkeeper

Chapter 150: Battle of Ice and Fire (Part 2)

"Ngh! Grrrrh, come oooon!" Daveth groans strenuously as he sought to help maneuver Rhaegal through the powerful gusts, narrowly passing over the forests and clipping the top of each individual snow-covered tree. Eventually, as Rhaegal regained control of his flight path and the Young Stag exhaled loudly.

He still couldn't see what was in front of him with the snow cloud severely hindering his line of sight; suddenly, Daveth's eyes quickly widen with surprise as he spots Drogon appearing directly in front of him on an apparent collision course; both dragons quickly bank left and right to avoid crashing into each other mid-flight. Daenerys grunts as she is nearly thrown from Drogon, while Daveth strains to maintain a firm grip on Rhaegal to keep himself from falling off as well. The two dragons continue struggle to fly properly against the hurricane-like wind and snow, constantly being tested by the unpredictable and jerky turbulence. Once they've managed to regain their balance, Daenerys and Daveth look down below through the blizzard to take in the battle on the ground. The massive Army of the Dead continues to pile up against each other with inhuman stamina, pressing against the chevrons while the allied forces continue to hold them at bay as the trench continued forming a giant wall of flame, preventing more wights from passing through.

Damn blizzard! Ngh, Jon Snow did mention in his report that the Night King is capable of manipulating the weather to use to his advantage, the Young Stag theorized. If the storm's intensity gets worse, then this could slowly put us at an even greater disadvantage. The Night King must be somewhere nearby, but where? Show yourself, dammit!

On the ground, Brienne and Tormund deliver powerful overhead strikes against wights who managed to climb over the chevrons and push back others into the flaming trenches, the sound of their shrieks and snarls echoing as they were quickly incinerated.

"Archers, keep firing more arrows! Don't let any of the undead get past the trenches, flame or no flame!" Ser Davos shouts.

"Draw! Nock! LOOSE!" dozens of archers shout, shooting more flaming arrows into the air above the allied forces.

"Jemel ovadá he ji ghamvaz! (Stand your ground!)" Grey Worm rallies. As one, the Unsullied take a defense stance, spears pointing forward and slowing down more of the undead swarm with their shields and perfectly time thrusts.

"Guard the barricades!" Barristan hollers.

"Hold them off, men!" Robb rallies.

Brienne moves to reinforce Podrick, while nearby Jaime takes command of those near him.

"Spears and shields! Spears and shields! Hold the line! Come on!" he shouts.

"They're coming! Come on!" Gendry shouts.

"Come at me, you undead sons of bitches!" Mya cursed.

More of the allied forces strain to keep the tide of undead at bay, thrusting their spears, slashing with their blades and shoving them back into the enflamed trenches with their shield wall defensive formations. Exhausted and strained from the amount of pressure they were under, the armies of the living held their ground as the sounds of the battle beyond ring through the blasts of wind and snow. Sharp wooden stakes bristle by the gates, which are additionally defended by dedicated scorpions atop the walls and longbow archers providing cover fire from the battlements.

Grey Worm continues to pant from exhaustion and removes his helmet as he watches the ferocious undead army battle against the Unsullied and allied forces in front of him. Deciding that it is the time, he grabs a robe and pulls with all his might, triggering the collapse of the wood spanning in front of the chevrons as a fury of arrows descend behind him. The allied forces were putting up a strong defense against the snarling and growling undead horde, striking from behind the chevrons as more tried to force their way through while the Dothraki and Vale cavalry swept through the area and leapt over the gap to make it to the other side before the weather condition started getting worse. With the remaining trench lit up in a wall of fire, the Army of the Dead stopped in their tracks.