AN: This is the first installment in an epic battle between two authors. We will try to yank the genre back and forth between us so things will get interesting. Here goes: (oh and havendance is up next.)

AN #2(Havendance): So, this is written by everywhichwaymb who doesn't have an account. It was posted here with his permission. How this works is we take turns writing chapters so he'll write the odd chapters and I'll write the even ones. I hope you enjoy! (Unless otherwise noted, on odd-numbered chapters, the author notes will be everywhichwaymb's.)

As Chrom was walking back from the grocery, he noticed a gang sign in the alleyway near his bar, the Sleepy Shepherd.

"Blast it." he thought. "It's those stupid Risen again, that weird voodoo gang. They're trying to take over the area near my bar. I'll have to call the police to check it out."

When he entered the bar, Lissa ran up to greet him.

"Chrom, you're back! Thank goodness. it was hard keeping up with all the customers when there was no barkeeper. Anyways, there's someone here wanting a job. She's back in your office if you want to check it out."

"Okay, okay, Lissa," Chrom said with a laugh. I'll check them out." He went to the back of the bar where he put the groceries down. "Hey Stahl, can you put these away? I have a job interview to do," he shouted to the back of the store.

"Okay, be there in a minute," Stahl yelled back.

"Alright then," Chrom said. "Now, where's that person who wanted a job?" he thought to himself.

"I'm right here." a voice came out of seemingly nowhere.

"Huh?" Chrom said, looking around. "where are you?"

"Down here," said the voice again, coming from a woman in her thirties. "Sorry, I just had had a really bad headache, and I had to lay down a moment. Wait-" she said, looking around,- "where am I?"

You're in the Sleepy Shepherd," Chrom said. "You came here looking for a job, right? "

"I guess so… yeah. I'm good now. So, what jobs are you hiring for?"

"Well," Chrom said, "we need a financial advisor. do you think you could do th-"

He was interrupted when an explosion went off across the street. he raced to the window, saw it was the raider gang, and quickly ducked down behind the bar, grabbing his custom-made pistol.

"Get down everyone!" He shouted, Hitting the lock button for the electric doors.

"Chrom, wait," Lissa cried, grabbing the first aid kit. "There are people out there that might be hurt!"

"I can help." the stranger said, getting out some strange gadget, probably a taser. "I think I used to be in a police force or something."

Chrom blinked. "O-kaay. Let's do this." And the employees ran into the gang battle, in what would be known as the "Shepherds' Charge" in barrooms for years to come.

(They would also talk about Donnel, the really overpowered merc with a solar-powered machine gun.)

AN: Ignore that last part, that was just for fun.