Red dots on snow [Siege of Winterfell, Season 14, Match 02]

Previously ...

The disgruntled murmurs were starting to sound like the buzzing of bees.

"You have thirty minutes to prepare. The enemy won't wait for us forever".

The "bodies" were slowly starting to rise. Thirty minutes is a long time to wait, and a fleeting moment. It's best not to be late.

TerrorMaker rubbed his temples and reached for his spear... which wasn't there.

"What did I do with it?" he thought the moment he saw it. Stuck with its blade in the tavern roof. "Seriously?"

The second round of Siege of Winterfell begins.

The spearman and the female infantryman stood on either side of the cavalryman. The latter, shielding his eyes from the last rays of sunlight, was looking at the Stark Fortress looming in the distance.

"There aren't many of them," he said, still scanning the opponents. "But they look eager for a fight."

"Always something" the woman stretched as much as her heavy armor would allow. Everyone standing by the Greyjoy stronghold was quite bored with the situation.

"Any changes in plans?" TerrorMaker was curious about the logistics situation.

"No changes, Terror. You're going to the armory on the left."

"Will I be bored again?" he replied.

"An intelligent man is never bored."

"Thank you very much for this information" - TerrorMaker went to his battle station, mumbling indistinctly under his breath.

Both armies set off to fulfill their predetermined goals. Following TerrorMaker's fate, one can fairly conclude that boredom did not really bother him, but he was not particularly busy either.

Occupying the Armory, he focused on staying in the middle of the circle, not allowing for unnecessary maneuvers. His henchmen, in the form of Jaime Lannister, Leila Mormont and Julien, commanded the subordinate units, and that was more than enough to achieve the first objectives.

"Lord Commander, do you see them there?" TerrorMaker looked along Jaime's spear. It was aimed at the nearby Stark Stronghold.

"Yes, quite a large group. Ours can't wait either." he said and took a closer look at the target. "They can't take it yet. Let's make sure they don't have time to wait for the consent of the Elder Gods."

The army of VME, bannermen of House Greyjoy, set off from the Armory to the northeast, towards Stark Stronghold. There was plenty of time before the possibility of taking over the Stronghold, and so did the opponents. However, the blues' strike pushed the Stark bannermen into a desperate defensive, which literally lasted only a moment. The Greyjoys took over the Stronghold almost immediately after it opened, and the remnants of the WJB withdrew to the Stark Outpost.

The blue army, like a devastating element, continued to push north. The Stark Outpost, with its few defenders, became a red island in a blue sea. However, water is something that cannot be stopped forever. Another Stark build fell to the Greyjoys.

The battle continued, despite the control of the western part of the map by the VME alliance.

Single armies sent from the north could not help the WJB result. Each was decimated a moment after reaching its destination.

The war continued in the decisive favor of the VME alliance. The Greyjoys triumphed in this match, but the WJB did not lose their fighting spirit. The TerrorMaker troops followed those who headed east, but their fate was predetermined.

On their way east, to the second Stark Outpost, the TerrorMaker troops met an enemy who was heading the other way along the same road. Changing their target to a closer one prevented them from continuing their journey, but without thinking, they rushed to chase the enemy. Eventually, quite a large part of the defenders from the west moved east, weakening the previously controlled buildings. Maybe one enemy not to take over the lost estates, but several could already take them over numerically.

The pursuit of the fugitive began.

- TerrorMaker, are you bored? - the cavalryman looked down at the spearman, who was lying on his back, breathing heavily.

- No, this cardio workout was very useful. I haven't run like this in a long time. - TerrorMaker looked at the dark, northern sky. - How did it go in the east? - he asked, sitting down.

- Full control of the field. I didn't even get tired - as if to confirm these words, the horse he was riding neighed, expressing his opinion in his own way.

- Yes, you may not have sweated, but the horse is steaming. Another round behind us, four more to go.

TerrorMaker propped himself up in a half-sitting position and looked north, behind the main Fortress of the Stark family. A single lightning bolt lit up the sky, like a bad omen.