"Fall back!" Jon yelled. "Forget them, capture the White Walker." Brienne sheathed her sword and took hold of the d ragonglass lurcher that has been dangling on her back. She arranged the metal atop the wood the way Gendry had taught them. The White Walker was coming for her. Why Me? The White Walker moved towards her still, advancing; leaving a trail of dead men in his wake. She hadn't used the l urcher today... she loathes the sound it makes when fired; she couldn't afford going deaf for any period of time in the middle of a battle. Jon had earlier exhausted his on the wights. The way he used them, sometimes, she thought he enjoyed it. But the White Walker kept coming for her... and she fired. She saw the moulded glass bore a hole in his chest. Then he stopped and slouched. "It didn't work." She tried to yell above the clanging of swords and shouts of fighting men, "It doesn't work on them." The White