SoW ROUND 2 WxC VS BDR - A CLOSE DUEL

In the cold and desolate lands of Westeros, tension hung in the air like a sharp sword, ready to cut through any remaining hope. The icy wind blew hard against the walls of Winterfell, which was preparing for an unprecedented siege. The kingdom of WxC, like a lurking beast, calmly awaited the arrival of its enemy, aware that the fate of the battle would not lie in brute force, but in cunning and strategy. The threat came not only from the fearsome warriors of BDR, a broken but still imposing alliance, but also from the weight of history they carried on their shoulders. Although the merger with N30 was long gone, the memory of that union still seemed to throb strongly, like a shadow lurking in every corner of the war. With the battle imminent, the leaders of WxC knew that the time of blind force had passed; Now, only precise movements, calculated plays, could lead them to victory in this bloody drama that would forever mark the fate of Winterfell and all who dared to challenge it.

WxC abandoned the traditional three-group division, one attacking the armory, another the hot springs, and the last one in charge of Winterfell, since that strategy is not functional in a very close fight, so WxC divided the group into 5 escorts, the wanderers (2 on each side), in charge of moving to steal enemy bases and support the next type of escort (2 on each side), the carriers who are in charge of fighting for enemy and allied bases and clearing enemy forces so that when the last escort, the bag takers and companions can leave it at any allied base... and at strategic points gather the entire team to be able to sweep away any BDR march...

Another point of WxC was not to rush until closing the path, since it was a difficult fight to be able to control all the buildings, so they decided to limit themselves to the enemy bases and reposition themselves in their bases, in case BDR makes a counterattack.

Now that we had a pre-established strategic plan, it was only a matter of entering the fray.

The clamor of weapons echoed through the halls of headquarters as the WxC warriors prepared for what promised to be a bloody battle. Having trained in the Armory buildings and forged their bodies in the Hot Springs, the WxC men joined forces with iron determination. They knew that the key to victory lay in strategy and discipline. The first phase of the siege had been theirs: with meticulous organization, they managed to seize the central buildings, overwhelming the BDR defenses, which seemed to be collapsing under the weight of its own pride.

However, fatigue wasn't the only enemy they had to fear. BDR, as cunning as a snake, didn't allow defeat to bring them down. In an unexpected twist, they decided to strategically retreat to their bases, regrouping and taking up positions in the WxC strongholds. As if everything had been written in a bloody script, the maneuver proved to be a masterstroke. In their retreat, they left a trail of destruction behind them, but the most dangerous thing was what would happen next: with the takeover points in their possession, BDR had managed to turn the tide of the battle.

Surprise and despair filled the ranks of WxC, who were now forced to reorganize again amidst the chaos. The fight was not only against the enemy, but also against time and the forces that were beginning to crumble. The war had taken a dramatic turn, and the blood spilled on the ground spoke not only of physical battles, but of a war of minds, where every move was vital and where heroes could become victims in the blink of an eye.

The WxC guys applied their strategy, returning and returning when necessary. The time for the first purse arrived, and both alliances decided to fight for that purse. Because the score remained tight, there was no favorite; anyone could win or lose the contest. There could be no mistakes. The WxC members fought bravely and fervently for that purse.

After a tough fight against BDR forces in the allied stronghold, WxC takes the bag nearby and leaves it, opening the scoring against BDR.

The minutes passed and passed, and more and more WxC dominated over BDR, and after the delivery of the last bag, BDR decides to surrender, since their fight to revert the game was useless, and a waste of resources to heal their soldiers fallen in combat. Realizing the futility of continuing the battle, they withdrew into the shadows of defeat, unwilling to throw away any more lives in a lost cause. No BDR army came out to fight, and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence, the echoes of war fading as WxC stood victorious.

The victory was a testament to their unyielding strategy, their relentless commitment, and their ability to adapt in the face of adversity. With the win in hand, WxC had earned their place in the third round, and the weight of their triumph was not just in the battle itself, but in the mental fortitude they had shown. Now, they would wait, eyes fixed on the looming challenge ahead. HD or FFS would soon take the stage, and whichever army emerged victorious, WxC would be ready. The war wasn’t over, but they had proven their mettle—and nothing could stand in their way.