And now, looking at the battlefield, Sansa finally saw it, for Jon was killing his enemies in doves almost effortlessly, to the point that his armour was no longer black but blood red. Her heart skipped a beat every time the enemy struck him, but her brother continued unbothered, shrugging off all blows as if they did not happen. She idly wondered where this armour came from, as he hadn't carried any with himself when coming back.