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Tyrion

           Attheirheadrodeabigmaninastripedshadowskincloak,armedwithatwo-handedgreatsword.

           SerRodrikshouted"Winterfell!"androdetomeethim,withBronnandChiggenbesidehim,screamingsomewordlessbattlecry.SerWillisWodefollowed,swingingaspikedmorningstararoundhishead."Harrenhal!Harrenhal!"hesang.Tyrionfeltasuddenurgetoleapup,brandishhisaxe,andboomout,"CasterlyRock!"buttheinsanitypassedquicklyandhecroucheddownlower.

           Heheardthescreamsoffrightenedhorsesandthecrashofmetalonmetal.Chiggen’sswordrakedacrossthenakedfaceofamailedrider,andBronnplungedthroughtheclansmenlikeawhirlwind,cuttingdownfoesrightandleft.SerRodrikhammeredatthebigmanintheshadowskincloak,theirhorsesdancingroundeachotherastheytradedblowforblow.Jyckvaultedontoahorseandgallopedbarebackintothefray.Tyrionsawanarrowsproutfromthethroatofthemanintheshadowskincloak.Whenheopenedhismouthtoscream,onlybloodcameout.Bythetimehefell,SerRodrikwasfightingsomeoneelse.

           SuddenlyMarillionshrieked,coveringhisheadwithhiswoodharpasahorseleaptovertheirrock.Tyrionscrambledtohisfeetastheriderturnedtocomebackatthem,heftingaspikedmaul.Tyrionswunghisaxewithbothhands.Thebladecaughtthecharginghorseinthethroatwithameatythunk,anglingupward,andTyrionalmostlosthisgripastheanimalscreamedandcollapsed.Hemanagedtowrenchtheaxefreeandlurchclumsilyoutoftheway.Marillionwaslessfortunate.

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