[ WP ] The bone broke surprisingly easily .

The young boy soldier nervously followed behind his fellow comrades. He was no older than 18 years of age, when he was drafted in a sudden war with the South. 
 
 `` Come on Tarryn! Today's the day become a man!'' Yelled one of his Captain's. 
 
 They all charged into battle, swords held high and bolstering heavy battle cries. In an instant, every man had locked into battle. Tarryn weaved in between clashing steel, gripping the handle of his long sword with unease. He stifled his breath in anticipation of an enemy soldier coming for an attempt at his life. 
 
 Out of the corner of his eye, Tarryn saw a flash of steel. He leaped back just in time, for the tip of an enemy broadsword scrape the side of his chest plate. He raised his sword, and looked into the eyes of the man who swung at him. He looked to be a grizzled man, with scars to prove his time in battle. 
 
 The man stepped forward and swung again. Tarryn raised his sword and blocked the blow. He stepped behind the man, letting his sword's blade run past the man's broadsword and shoving the pommel of his sword into the man's back, causing him to fall forward. 
 
 Tarryn regained his stance, as the man turned around recovering from the blow. All of a sudden, the man bellowed out in rage and swung his sword over his head. Tarryn kneeled down to angle himself to block the blow, but the man was not finished there. 
 
 The man flung his sword again and again at Tarryn, each time weakening his grip. Tarryn felt his wrists begin to give out. He could not do anything, as if he moved, the man would be able to thrust his sword into his side. 
 
 The man raised his sword higher this time, and began to bring it down with a heavy grunt. And then, he stopped. His body stood still, as he turned around and saw an arrow sticking from his back. 
 
 Tarryn remained still for a second in shock. He quickly regained his composure and thrust his sword through the man's sternum. The bone broke surprisingly easy. He savagely pulled his sword out from the man's chest as he fell to the ground, his red helmet tumbling from his lifeless body, to Tarryn's feet. 
 
 Tarryn looked up, and saw a man with curled black hair, and a neatly kept beard holding a bow, as he gave him an assuring nod. His life had been saved by Robb Stark, the king of the north. Tarryn looked at the red helmet at his feet, worn by the Lannister soldiers. He kicked it away, charged deeper into battle with conviction of victory in his heart. 
 
 Edit: The ending is a reference to something so... if you do n't get it... sorry.
