We Choose to Fight
Ch. 1
Frost POV
"All right, boys!" my employer said. "Kill the Exalt, at any cost!"
Next to me, the orange-haired thief was muttering to himself. "Kill? I didn't sign up for this to kill anyone." "Shut up and work," I said flatly. Seriously, why does everyone I meet have a problem with killing? We all die anyway, so it's not like it matters. "Easy for you to say, Snowman," Gaius said, "Not everyone can be a cold blooded killer like you." "Gaius," I said with a groan, "I've told you a million times that my name is Frost." "Whatever," Gaius said, "Let's just get this done, yeah?"
With that, Gaius adjusted his headband and we started to move swiftly through the castle. "Archer on your left," I told Gaius. "Already on it," he replied. We killed any soldier in our way from that point on, with either decapitation or a few quick stabs. I've gotta admit, this is a pretty nice castle. Large amount of space, stupid pictures on the walls, the usual. But that doesn't matt- CRAP, THAT'S CHROM! Do not engage! Quick, there's a wall. Let's hide.
"You there!" Chrom said. Wait, did he only notice Gaius? Cool. "Easy there, mate. I'm only here for the loot," Gaius explained. "You don't seem a willing soldier. Come fight for us," Chrom offered. "Alright, I'll join. But only if you sweeten the deal." "You want gold?" Chrom asked, "Fine, you can have your- oops." Then Gaius picked up the bag Chrom dropped. "What's this?" Gaius asked. "Oh, it's just some sweets my sister made." "SWEETS?! Deal!" Gaius said. …You're frickin kidding me. "What?" Chrom asked. "Hey, I said to sweeten the deal. I'll take the gold, but these'll do."
And so, Gaius and Chrom left to take care of the assassins and I face-palmed severely at the sheer stupidity of the situation. Okay, the Exalt is just in that room, and there's only two guards. Let's fix that. I readied my sword. Sneak over, stab one through the heart. Duck under the other's lance swing, stab in the stomach and decapitate. And now I'm covered in blood. Gods damn it, I just got this thing dry cleaned. Alright, finally, there's the target.
"Exalt," I said from behind her, making her jump. "Who are you?" She asked. "No one of consequence," I replied. "But in the end, it doesn't matter who I am," I continued, "You're about to die anyway." "I see," she said, "If I'm about to die, then why haven't you killed me yet?" "Good question. One of which I won't answer to," I said after a moment. Thinking on that, why haven't I killed her yet? she's unarmed, and I've got my sword and my magic.
"Well, no matter," she murmured. "I'll end up talking to you later about this." And just after that, I was knocked out cold.
You know what sucks about being knocked out? Obviously being knocked out sucks about being knocked out, but so does the headache that comes afterwards. The one I'm having isn't too bad, but still, it's not the greatest thing to wake up to. Oh hey, there's someone here. Let's talk to her.
"Where am I?" I asked. "This is the. Uh. The Shepherd's infirmary tent," said the purple-haired woman. She wore a black patch over her right eye. "My name is Forté."
"…My name is Frost," I said after a moment's pause. Don't say too much, Frost. Don't give the enemy information. "Yeah, I know," she said after returning to her drawing, "Gaius told us who you are, but he didn't have much to say."
"I see," I said. "So, why am I still alive? Shouldn't Chrom have killed me by now?" I asked. "Well, he. Er. He would have," Forté stuttered, "But he thought you might be useful, you know, after talking to Gaius." Is that so? "Well, when do I start being useful?" I asked sarcastically.
"Right now," said Chrom while walking into the tent. …crap.