Disclaimer: Fire Emblem is a belonging to his respective corporation and creator: Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. The following character that are OCs are...

Jace: A young gamer from New York City. He knows a lot about the Nintendo characters because he's BFF with them. One of the main characters in this story. Jace also appears in the stories: "Super Smash Bros. 3D" and "Super Smash Bros. HD" by Epic NX, as a main character also. Both stories are "epic" reads. Thank you, Epic NX for borrowing him to me for this project.

A/N: Well, it's-a been a while since I've been here.

First of all I want to wish my story "Ephraim and Eirika" a HAPPY 10 Year Anniversary! That fanfiction alone has been a tremendous success in my life and I want to thank all the readers and reviewers who contributed their supports for it.

Second of all, this story is a collab fanfiction between Epic NX's Super Smash Bros. fanfic series, and my joy of writing Fire Emblem fanfics! So as you can tell in the disclaimer, the character of Jace does NOT belong to me. I might add some characters of my own, but him and Corrin are gonna be the primary character in this story. And be sure you check out Epic NX's Smash Bros. fanfics. They are really entertaining. You might say it's an "epic" read. ;)

So without any further ado...

Super Smash Bros. X Fire Emblem

—Prologue: Corrin's New York Battle—

Corrin stepped inside one of the chambers of the New York City's National Museum when he saw him again: his pursuer. His stalker.

Ever since he started this mission, this guy has been out to get him. Out for blood like a Manakete hunting season. And that frustrated Corrin, because NOW, HE going to give him some blood: the stalker's, through his chest.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" Corrin told him.

The stalker froze. He heard him. Unlike Corrin, he was not from his world. He was from the world he ended up in, called Earth.

"What?" he said, turning around, but Corrin didn't hesitate to strike him before he could. And he struck hard. His face morphed into his dragon form and he dashed at him with a solid Draconic punch through the man's chest. The stalker flew a great distance through a large marble statue, shattering it to pieces.

The stalker struggled through the pile of marble stones. Corrin jumped, sprouted dragon wings, and hovered before him. The young man, disoriented, managed to catch a glimpse of him before Corrin went for another attack. A strong Dragon Lunge.

Corrin charged, but the stalker quickly rolled out of the way. Corrin landed right on the stone crumble. Damn it he was too fast. And his powers weren't strong enough here.

He went for the two guns they gave him, strapped to his hips and aimed. The stalker froze, "Oh sh—!"

Corrin pulled the trigger and bullets began its deadly shower. The stalker ran across the hall, barely dodging the bullets that sliced through his shirt and skin. He quickly slipped behind an artifact pedestal. Corrin pulled out a sword and sliced through the pedestal, shattering it to millions shards. The sword barely missed the young man's head. He went for a stabbing, but the stalker rolled out of the way.

Corrin tried yanking the sword off the ground, but it was stuck, jammed.

That's when that speedy nosy kid went for the attack. Corrin tried his guns again, but too late. His attacker threw a kick across his face. Corrin let go off his weapons and flew right through a wall. The stalker grabbed the guns and ran toward him, firing bullets at him. Corrin quickly waved a hand, hoping to block the bullets. Miraculously the invisible shield formed, blocking the bullets. Corrin breathed out a bit. Too close.

The guns kept firing until they fired no more. His enemy dropped the now-empty guns and leapt over him with a driving punch. Corrin stretched out a hand to him and the shield shattered into a powerful blast of wind. The stalker flew off the ground, his body slammed to a wall and he dropped to the ground like a ragged doll.

Corrin pounded his hands together, "Now it's personal." He stretched his hands sideways and the stalker watched in awe as Corrin's body transformed into his monstrous form. Corrin flew at the stalker again. The stalker furiously ruffled through his pockets and pulled out something red. It looked like a book. Was he a wizard?

No, he flipped it open in a 90 degree angle, pulled out something that looked like a wand and tapped on it seconds before Corrin closed in.

Before Corrin knew it, an explosion ignited the hall and Corrin flew through the blazes. Next thing he knew, he heard the shattering of windows and he was airborne. He tried controlling his wings but he couldn't. He was dropping 6000 feet from the building. He couldn't control himself. The ground was speeding toward him faster than a meteor.

Any seconds now, Corrin was going to die.

END OF CHAPTER