"Come bastard, you don't have the men. You don't have horses, and you don't have Winterfell. Why lead those poor souls into slaughter?" Bolton asked with a mocking tone once again. Gods, the fucker sure loved the sound of his voice. A cruel smile appeared on Ramsay's face, and he continued, "There is no need for battle, Snow. Get off your horse, and kneel. I am a man of mercy."