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Robb had called Three of his Bannermen together to march of Karhold. It had been a mistake to let House Karstark live. Roose was to lead the Center, Robb the Vanguard and Cerwyn the rear. Robb would break the Rebel Host with his Cavalry. Grey Wind Trotted beside Robb at a fast pace as the wind pressed agasinst his fur. Robb's horse  carried Ice on it's side while they raced towards the defense. Harrion sat mounted on a Northern Pulfrey with a Sun shaped helmet. An Arrogant Prick through and Through. He despised Robb from the day. It was suprising that Robb hadn't at least delanded the Karstarks' let alone killed them. "I should have killed these Assholes years ago." He had already recieved permission from the King to end House Karstark.

Robb looked down before looking at the line of Northern Pikemen come forward from behind the swordsmen. It was too late to pull back now. A Full charge into pikemen would kill most of the Horses and that's what it did. Robb fell to the Ground and the tip of the pike pierced his horse and Ice hit the ground with a thud. Robb found his feet as quickly as he could a Infantryman defending him while he got his bearings and drew his sword.

Robb was like thunder on the Battle field. He had slayed three me with in seconds of standing with his Arming sword. He felt right again. He hadn't felt like this for two years. He felt at home with people dying in front and behind him. It was strange but he liked war. "Fight! I want Harrion's head on a pike." Robb yelled at the men as he pushed forward. Harrion had House Verly, Their Bannermen at their sides. Something Robb hadn't considered. Robb would have to Hold untill Roose and the center came. But the were carving double their numbers. Robb Commanded a veteran Calvalry formed of Loyal men from the War of the Four Kings.

The center of the Karstarks trembled as a Longbowman formation fired into them. Two Stark men fell in the process but it was worth it for the Sixty odd that were killed from the Longowman strike. This left an opening for men to forward in and press into the gaps and push against House Karstark. Robb could see Harrion as he picked up Ice and laughed. Harrion wielded a Greatsword like it was a Arming sword. Much like the Father could. Robb grunted as he saw the Karstark pick up the sword. Robb almost sprinted with his Knights towards the Karstark and dodged a swift and strong strike from the Greatsword. "Harrion!" Robb yelleed. The fight felt like it lasted minitues or even hours but it was over in under thirty seconds when Robb buried his sword in Harrion's face.

The Boltons soon it and the battle was over. Robb was the first to accept the surrender of the Garrison holding the gates shut and told where Myrcella was. He almost sprited to the room that was locked. He was told that the two guards would let him in. But there were no guards and he heard the rough voice of a guard. "Come back here you little whore." Robb kicked down the door and the two men were soon on the ground at Robb's feet. One choking on his own blood and the other with a sword sticking out of his chest impaling him into a cabneit. Robb moved quickly over to Myrcella and pulled her into his arms her small breasts bare. He looked at her face and pulled a sheet off of the bed and covered her nearly naked body. "It's okay, Cella." He said as he pulled her small frame into his larger armored body. "I'm here." He said as he cradled her head into his chest. "It's over." He swallowed, The Roughness in his voice was one as he looked at her slightly bruised face. "They didn't did they?" He swallowed asking about her purity. Harrion was above rape but his men were not.