Eagle

Raganvad was in the Deck of the Ship, His Magnificent Armor Dark as Night Solidified Him as a Soldier of Death. His Axe in his Side, Ready to be Used in War.

They Had Been Circling in the Seas Near Storms End, Careful not to be Noticed by the Redwyne Fleet. They had to Circle for Three Days before having to Attack.

Why? They waited for Mist to Appear in the Night, To Have an Advantage of Surprise. And Now, The Chance had Appeared.

The Mist Appeared in the Night, And from what His Scouts had Told Him, The Mist also Reached the Redwyne Fleet's Position, Now would be the Best Time to Strike. The Best Time for the Eagle to Strike It's Prey.

He Waited Anxiously for the Fleet to Reach the Enemy's Position. His Hand Clutching The Axe by His Side.

His Praetorian Guard and His Two Kingsguard - Firmin and Mars - Who Arthur Assigned to Guard Him, were Standing Behind Him. Just then, A Soldier Appeared Beside Him, His Kingsguard Let Him Through and Saluted to Him.

"My Lord. The Scout Ships Have Reported that the Enemy Is Near, We are Currently Sailing Straight Towards Them. The Catapults, and Ballistae's are In Range, My Lord. But we Don't know where they are Exactly."

"Okay, Good. You can Go." After Saying that, The Soldier Left. "Scouts! Be Alert and Watch Closely with your Myrish Glasses! If you See any Enemy Ships Representing any House from the Reach, Tell Me!"

Various Nods and 'Aye's' Answered Him. "Men! Stay Sharp and Load the Catapults and Ballistae's! Ready the Arrows and the Fires!"

The Men Hurriedly Followed the Orders and Readied the Fires for the Archers to Light their Arrows on, The Men Stationed in the Catapults and Ballistae's Loaded Each Instrument, Ready to be Gifted to the Enemy

After the Readying was Done, They Continued Onwards, Their Senses staying Sharp and Readied for Battle. After a Time of Sailing Silently, A Scout Reported to Him.

"My Lord! Six Enemy Ships Ahead! Can Confirm that they All Have The Houses of The Reach's Banners! Including the Redwyne's! The Ships also has The Reach's Style of Shipbuilding!"

"Good!" Raganvad turned towards the Men. "Prepare for Battle Men! Today we Rid Storms End's Sea of those Flowery C**ts! It's Funny Isn't It? Storm's End being Freed - From the Sea Atleast - With the Magnificent Capital Ship of Classis Braavosis, Stormyr!" Raganvad Said with Humor.

""HAHAHA!!"" A Wave of Laughter Answered Him.

"Now Let's Go to Battle and Wage Storm to the Enemies!! Let's See if their Ships is as Good as they Say!! For One of a Good Ship's Characteristic is Being able to Survive the Storm!!"

""HAHAHAHA""

Battle was Upon Them, But the Mighty Soldiers of Rome only Gleed in Excitement in the Face of Danger. For War and Battle was their Playground. And they were as Excited - If not More Excited - Than Children when going to Their Playground.

"Go On!! Play the Drums!! Beat it Like your Announcing the Ending of the World Itself!!"

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Paxter Redwyne

He was Eating Dinner Peacefully, After a Day of Hard's Work, Writing Paperwork, Managing the Fleet and the Blockade.

'The Fish was Very Delicious' He thought, The Cook was indeed a Very Skilled one. After He Finished His Food, He went to His Solar to Sleep.

He Deserved one after the Long Stressful day of Having to Put up with His Liege Lord and Continuing the Blockade. He also Had to Read the News about the War.

A Suffering Defeat on the Army Lord Jon Connington was Leading, One that Could Cost the War Dearly.

He Wondered who Gave Lord Connington the False Information, Because that Person was Good, And whoever gave that Order was Excellent.

'It must be those Bastards Up North, That F**king Arthur the Impaler who calls Himself Emperor. An Arrogant Boy that thinks Capturing one Free City and Growing another would make Him Emperor. Hah! I'll Show that Arrogant C**t that He's No, Emperor. He may Have Won at Dragonstone but He Would Never Win against Me.'

Just then, He Heard Beats.

*THUD*

'Who the F**k is Beating the Drums at This Hour.'

*THUD* *THUD* *THUD*

Then, It was Followed by More Drums, Having a Rhythmic Pattern. 'No, Those Drums are Too Far to be from the Fleet.'

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Then, an Agressive Knock banged at His Door. After a While, Paxter Redwyne opened the Door. "My Lord!! Enemies!! About 200 Ships!! They are coming from the East!! Heading Straight Towards Us!!"

"What Banner do they Fly!?"

"I don't know, My Lord!! Their Sails are Folded and Their Banners is Not Raised!!"

Hearing the Answer, Paxter Redwyne Pushed the Man out of the Door and Went ot the Deck, There, He took a Myrish Glass and Looked at the Ships.

*AHOOOOOO*

The Magnificent Sound of a Horn, Much more Beautiful than the Ones He had Ever Heard was Blown.

Then, Just as The Horns were Blown, The Sails of the Ships were Brought Down, Their Colors, Red, With an Eagle in It. After all the Ship's Sails Were Down, A Banner Was Raised First on one of the Bigger Ships.

The Titan of Braavos Kneeling on one Knee, with it's Sword Pointed Up, 'Classis Braavosis' Stitched under it, With The Background Being Purple, Then, After that, An Eagle with It's Wings Spread out on a Red Background was Raised, Higher than the Former.

Combined, It Looked like the Titan Of Braavos Hailing and Giving Glory to the Eagle of Rome.

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Raganvad

*AHOOOOOO*

"Bring the Sails Down."

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The Men Heeded His Order.

"Hoist The Colours. Classis Braavosis's Banner First, Then Rome's, Make Sure Rome's Is Higher."

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They Did as Ordered.

"Light the Arrows, And Boulders!"

The Archers Lit their Arrows.

"Knock!"

They Knocked.

"Draw. Catapults and Ballistae's Ready!"

They Did As Ordered, Even Better than the Unsullied. Silent and Effective.

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Battle Is Here.

"Loose."

The *Whoosh* Sound of the Arrows Flying in the Air, The Bolts Flying Agressively towards it's Target, The Catapults Silent as Ever Rising to the Air was Heard throughout the Sea.

The Eagle Is In Battle.