119 A Clash of Dragons and Wolves

Looking upon the battlefield, Robb couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the events unfold. He had been lured and baited, his vanguard proving to be the very catalyst needed for Aegon to turn the tide in his favour. Now the battlefield was like a flowing river, anyone that attempted to break through would be swept aside in the tidal wave of bodies chasing and being chased by one another.

It was truly a stroke of genius, one that Robb couldn't help but admire his opponent for having pulled off. He doubted that even he could have done such a thing, and not with near-perfect precision as Aegon had.

As he looked upon the battlefield, eyes zeroing in on the Targaryen at the head of the largest wave of soldiers, Robb's heart began to pound rapidly. His blood pumped furiously throughout his body, the grip upon the handle of his blade tightening.

Throughout his time in this war, Robb had felt a whole host of emotions, but never anything like this. For the first time, he was filled with nothing but absolute admiration and respect for his enemy. He felt a strong, unquenchable desire to test himself against his opponent. To put everything on the line just as they had and see who could emerge victorious.

Aegon had shifted the tide of battle in his favour, he held a strong grip that was now iron tight. For the battle to return to his favour, Robb would have to do something risky, to do something so outlandish it would put him on equal footing with Aegon.

Yet instead of feeling anxious or nervous about such a prospect, despite there being so many uncontrollable factors that now faced him, Robb didn't feel scared. No, instead he was gripped by excitement and a desire to charge down headfirst, to face Aegon head-on and truly see if he had what it took to emerge victorious.

Aegon was confident in his victory.

Robb was confident in his victory.

It was just a matter of who could pull off their daring plans perfectly.

"Olyvar, bring me my horse." For the first time since ordering Smalljon's charge, Robb spoke. "Garlan, Marq, take control of a third of our men each, loop around the sides and target their rallying points. If we remove just one of them, we can destroy Aegon's formation."

As Olyvar came over, two horses in tow, Robb climbed into one, the camp bursting to life as everyone prepared themselves for what was to come. They didn't know what Robb had fully planned, but they had fought by his side many times, they were confident in their King and would follow him without question.

He had never failed in the past, he would not fail now.

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"Your grace!" Aegon heard one of his riders cry out, he continuing to lead his men around in a slow arc. The Stark and Targaryen forces of his aunt laid out in front of him, easy picking for him to take apart. Yet they did not turn, they could not, instead gripped by the need to flee but unable to escape the trap they were caught in.

It was an idea he had gotten when watching the waters of a river flow around rocks back upon the God's Eye River. He had wondered to himself, when water struck a rock why did it only flow in one direction, why did it not bounce off, going in the opposite direction? The answer was simple, it could not. It was trapped in a flow that it could not go against and so he had wondered to himself, was it possible to recreate this upon a battlefield?

He had never done it before, but Aegon could not deny its effectiveness.

Oberyn, Jon and Harry worked perfectly, creating strong rallying points that resisted the flow of the rivers, parting men that crashed against them, just like a rock in a river. All the while he and groups of cavalrymen created flows, that swept the battlefield in a tide that was impossible to escape.

There was no escape.

"The Stark forces are moving." Aegon did not look, he did not tear his gaze away from what was laid out before him, he could not.

"I will slow my speed, take up point ahead of me." Aegon knew now was the time for him to take a position in the centre. He had led the charge, created the waves that now gripped the battlefield, it was time for others to carry it on. Now was the time for him to prepare to face off against Robb once and for all, and he could not do that while distracted by what lay before him.

As he fell back, riders pulled up ahead and closed the gap, surrounding him on all sides in a protective barrier. Aegon then took a look around, seeing the Stark forces moving, two large groups arced around the sides, another heading directly for them.

Robb had timed it perfectly, trying to reach him as he moved through the forces. With the number of troops at his back, Robb would be able to puncture a deep hole in the field of chaos, deep enough to cut Aegon off and completely disrupt the flow of this battlefield.

Aegon couldn't help but admire him for that.

Only someone who had figured out just what he had pulled off would be able to so quickly recognise a way to disrupt it. However, Aegon was far from finished, he had not come this far just to fail right here.

"Reverse our flow!" He called out, urging his horse on and taking the lead once more, quickly turning his horse left, away from the direction of the Stark forces that struck the sides of the battlefield, right into the centre. It was not easy, he had to cut into the second wave of men that nearly unhorsed him and did to a few that followed him. But Aegon fought through it with everything he had and turned back, fighting against the flow of men before looping back around in a circle.

Continuing on his charge, in an anti-clockwise move till he was charging back to the direction he initially came from.

Up above, Daenerys watched as Aegon created a spiral, like a whirlpool, one that sucked in the men loyal to Robb Stark. Trapping them into the wave that trapped all, two more Stark forces arcing around the sides.

However, that was actually Garlan Tyrell.

To the north of the battlefield, Robb led his men around in a wide arc and quickly punctured through, in the reverse of the flow of the battlefield. He struck men head-on, not an easy thing by any stretch of the meaning, but he kept going. Robb urged on his steed, pushing and pushing, fighting against the current tide.

That was when the forces led by Marq Piper struck as well, cutting a deep path directly for the rallying point commanded by Jon Connington. A puncturing strike that when compounded with the tactic Aegon used to disrupt Garlan and the reverse wave that Robb attempted to create served to complete disrupt the battlefield.

In that instant, two opposing tides began to grip the field, both Robb and Aegon at the head of them both. Circling around the battlefield as they crossed one another's path, Aegon on the outside, Robb on the inside, both able to see the heads of their cavalry charge for just a brief moment.

"We cut through the centre!" Robb ordered, turning his horse right, the wave that followed him moving in accordance to his will, men of both ally and enemy alike helpless to do anything but follow as he cut through the centre just as he intended.

Aegon saw it all. "The centre!" He banked left and followed.

Just as Robb's entry into the battlefield created a reverse flow that countered his own. Aegon made a move that stopped Robb's attempt to turn the tide of the battle in his favour.

"Right!" Aegon called.

"Left!" Robb return. "About turn!"

"Right! Left! Right! Left!"

Back and forth the two went, each taking turns to act and react to their opponents, every time one of them made a move to try and gain the advantage, the other was there to counter. The battlefield filled with tens of thousands of men were entirely helpless in the face of the two Kings that battled.

Ser Barristan watched on as absolute chaos gripped the battlefield.

A large spiral taking shape in the centre, one that a zigzagging formation cut right through the middle of. Waves upon waves of men, circling around the battlefield, overlapping and flowing in opposite directions.

He could not make heads or tails of what was happening or how anyone could predict what was going to happen next. Yet there was no denying that in the thick of it all, two men were controlling the actions of everyone inside. As impossible as it was, everyone was helpless in the face of the two young men, gifted beyond their years, who battled for control and victory.

And there in the centre, the heads of the Stark and Targaryen forces met for the first time.