iт'ѕ тнє ρєяƒє¢т ∂αу тσ ∂ιє (GoT; Greyjoy vs. Martell)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Lord Leith Martell stood and watched as the rest of the soldiers broke camp. They'd been travelling for days now, moving north to reinforce Casterly Rock. They'd gotten word that the Starks, rather than throwing their force into the Crownlands, were moving south to attack the Lannister's homelands. Leith's army had moved through the Reach and were now in the Westerlands, but still multiple days away from Casterly Rock. They were in the far west of the region, near the ocean.

Leith stood with his bannermen, including Lord Rylan Dayne. The other man stood with his hands behind his back, his face taught. "We should move inland," Rylan said. "We're too close to the shoreline. If the Greyjoy fleet attacks, they'll be able to move in far too quickly. It would be slaughter."

"They won't attack. No one knows we're here. No one even told the Tyrells."

Rylan's lip curled up in distain. "You don't think they noticed an army marching through their kingdom?"

Leith ignored him and climbed up onto his horse. "It's time to move out," he said. "Organize your men. We need to make it to Casterly Rock as soon as possible."

[~echo~]

A scout crouched behind a tree, observing the troops marching. He narrowed his eyes and then slunk off, back to his commander.

Lord Valgar stroked his long, black beard. "Interesting. I think we should let them know whose territory we're on," he said with a cruel grin. He looked over at his bastard son, whom he had brought with him. "What do you think?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori Greyjoy does not look back at his father, he was crouched on a barrel, spinning the blade of a thick greatsword into the deck pf the ship,"..." He doesn't reply verbally but nods faintly. His straight black hair hung before his grey eyes as he watches the distant waves, obviously watching out for his 'pet'

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Halstead, or Hal, Greyjoy stood beside his cousin, his face shadowed by the hood he usually wore. He didn't say anything, just stared off into the distance. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to partake in any more wars, but he had no choice. He would fight for his house. Family first, right?

[~echo~]

Valgar Greyjoy looked at his fleet of ships, smiling at their might. He looked at his commander. "Prepare the ships. Men! Prepare yourselves for battle." A flagger relayed the message to the other ships.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Are the Greyjoys on the beach or a boat?)

Rori swings his legs down from the barrel and murmurs,"... This isn't right." He comments flatly, glancing back at the large Martell forces," This doesn't feel right at all..."

[~echo~]

(I was going for land but either is fine)

The Greyjoy lord looked at him. "Really?" he asked sarcastically. "They're just going through our territory. All we need to do is kill a few of their men and scare them off.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I wouldn't be so sure," Hal said softly. He glanced at Rori, his eyes narrowed. "Your son is right. Something is off about all this."

[CrimsonMoon]

(Imma say they're on a boat xD)

Rori walks to the bow of the ship, sweeping his hand toward the streaming banners of the martells," They are not even in columns, look at how lax they are..." He turns toward his cousin," Signal to the ships furthest North and South of our fleet... We don't want to be flanked while beaching or else we won't be able to go home with the low tide." His icy eyes lock with his 'father's and the faintest, challenging smile touches hos lips

[~echo~]

The man glared at Rori but cleared his throat and gestured at a flagged, who passed on the message.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Hal gave a small, approving nod in Rori's direction. The boy had guts, he'd give him that. Giving orders where his father technically should be? Yeah, he had guts. Hal looked back toward the Martell's camp. They were moving now, marching north toward Casterly Rock. Was this a trap, or were they really that incompetent?

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori watches fhe column in silence for a few long minutes from his position as the front of the ship, his eyes lighting upon an area where stanards seemed to be gathering,"... They must be breaking camp," he comments almost to himself," that must be why they are disorganized but it still doesn't make sense.."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Actually, they just broke camp xD)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Hal grimaced. He'd heard a lot about Leith Martell, but he'd never believed most of the rumors. He couldn't be this disorganized, could he? This idiotic? They could take them without trouble from the looks of things. "I think we should attack, but proceed with caution."

[~echo~]

Valgar acknowledged his nephew, his arms crossed. "Prepare your men," she said to the two younger men, as he had given them both responsibility over small battalions.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Sorry were y'all waiting for me? XD)

Rori pauses before murmuring," It's a trap," but turning away and whistling as he walked down the length of the boat, a large fleshy limb emerging from the black waters and wrapping around the heir. He grasps the slick grey flesh and allows himself to be carried over board to another ship... An awkwardly fascinating sight but quite fasinating all the same

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Hal gave his cousin a long look before turning away. He boarded his own ship by a less awe-inspiring method--his men guided the ship close and laid out a plank for him to step across.

[~echo~]

Valgar took control of his ship and steered it towards the shore. The other army hadn't taken notice of them yet and so hey still had the element of surprise. Valgar had his trips on his ship move to shore and prepare their weapons.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Lol! I completely forgot I had the Martell heir! XDDD GO ME!)

Rori watches his 'father's battalion move in, signaling for his ships to pull back in reponse... He could not trust this sort of disorganization.

-><-

Meanwhile, beyond the line of sight of the fleet... Reinforcement began arriving, lead by none other then the charming Enzio himself..

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(How old is Enzio?)

Hal landed beside Valgar and his men descended from the ship. He glanced over his shoulder at Rori, who he could just make out at the bow of the ship.