"Hyuuuurg!"
The blue haired lord's battle cry rebounded off the walls. His opponent was parrying the blows with his magic. A man in a dark trench jacket charged up a thoron spell.
"Up there!", The blue haired man shouted as the sorcerer blasted a wave of dark energy at the the two fighters. The lord rolled away from the blast and trench coat dived away, firing a bolt of electricity at the sorcerer.
"Fools" the sorcerer said in a menacing undertone as he teleported beside the Lord, blasting him through a pillar. "Haha hahaha...die!" He cackled triumphantly, launching a ball of dark energy at the fallen lord.
"CHROM!", the tactician shouted, sending a ball of lightning to counter the spell.
The resulting explosion filled the air with dust and smoke leaving the Lord and tactician disoriented. The sorcerer teleported away from the two to gather more magical energy.
The tactician rose and rushed to Chrom's side and helped him to his feet. "This dastard isn't going to go down easy is he?" Chrom said, fighting through the pain.
"Well were you expecting him to just sit back as you ran him through with Falchion?" The tactician asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Chrom looked at his friend's face with some concern. "You aren't usually like this Robin, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing", the tactician, Robin, said unsheathing his mother's blade. "We have to end this here and now, before he resurrects Grima." Chrom was going to reply but stopped himself, he was right and the only way to get it done was together.
"Hahahaha why do you resist?", the sorcerer asked menacingly. "Are you that eager to meet your ends?" The two swordsmen started to rush him. "hmph, very well, I will end you here and give your life force to master Gri..." He was cut off when Chrom slashed Falchion down at him, forcing the sorcerer to dodge, right into Robin's blade.
"I'm...not meant to...to die here...", the sorcerer sputtered trying to force himself off of the blade planted firmly in his chest.
"Maybe not", Robin said from under the shadow of his cowl his face a dark mass in the sorcerer's dimming view, "but unfortunately for you, I don't believe in fate!" He shouted sending a thoron spell through the blade and sending the sorcerer flying back, his body enrapt in purple flames.
Chrom gave him an exhausted smile. "No this isn't over", the sorcerer's voice spat in Robin's head, filled with uncontained hate, a massive ball of energy forming above him, "damn you both!" Robin knew that he couldn't counter the spell fast enough and reached out to push Chrom out of the way. Chrom's smile faded when he felt himself get pushed to the side and saw the ever brightening purple light on his friend.
Robin took the full force of the attack and was sent flying. He landed on his back, hard. Chrom rushed over to him, panic written on his face, "are you alright?" He asked desperately. Robin coughed an affirmative and with Chrom's help got to his feet but still leaned on him for support. The sorcerer's body had disintegrated into nothing. "That's the end of him" Chrom said openly, confident, "thanks to you we carried the day."
But the words failed to reach Robin as an immense pressure and pain filled his head, spreading through his entire being. Robin shrunk into himself and fell to his knees, uttering a silent scream.
Chrom felt his friend fall in his grip and turned to him, worried. "Hey are you oka...", Chrom began as he went to a knee beside his friend, but Robin stood to his feet delivering an inhumanly powerful knee to Chrom's chin in the process. Chrom, dazed, looked at Robin's face and saw a toothy smile matched with glowing red eyes. Still smiling, 'Robin' created a spear of lightning and embedded it into Chrom's stomach, laughing like a madman. NO! Robin screamed in his head, unable to move a single muscle in his body. "Does it feel good", 'Robin' asked both his vessel and the fallen Lord as he began twisting the spear, "knowing that you tried?"
A/N: Great things often have humble beginnings.