Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins

(Part 1)

As Robin drifted from his dream and melted back into reality, the boy found that his mind was blurred and fuzzy, as though someone had mixed his brain in a blender before draining back into his head. The first thing he noticed was the smell of the moist earth surrounding him. The boy couldn't remember much other than his name, that he had been with his friend and comrades, but then….something had happened…...something big, though he couldn't remember the event itself, he could remember how it had left him, with his heart beating as fast as a rabbits on the chase, the high adrenaline that desterbid his often calm self, he could remember his friend calling his name desperately, as though he were dying, as though he were in some horrible pain.

What had happened? Where was he know?

Robins thoughts were interrupted as a sudden voice pierced through his thoughts.

"…...we have to do SOMETHING."

Someone was talking, someone he knew…...he had heard that voice from somewhere, he knew it, a memory was stirring! Robins heavy eyes slowly opened, and two blurry figures were revealed to him.

"Well, what do you propose we do bro?"

Robin slowly faded more and more into consciousness as he focused on the two characters in front of him. That voice….it couldn't be, yet…...it was. It was him. His friend lived, and there stood his sister next to him, yet…...yet there was something different about him, something outlandish. He spoke in a tone that was foreign to him somehow, though it was clearly him.

"I... I dunno…"

Suddenly the two of them gasped as they noticed Robins consciousness, though they two were still a blur to him.

"I see you're awake now bro," The man said in his strange accent, "There are more nar-nar places to pas out than on the ground dude."

"I….what?" Robin asked, rather confused as he tried to clear his head.

"Awww, poor thing is probably still drunk," The girl winned sadly.

"Still-n-no, no, I'm not….well, perhaps I am, I'm so confused," Robin groaned, rubbing his head as he did so.

"Well here, let me help you up bro," The man replied, offering Robin his hand as he did so.

As Robin took the man's hand, he was washed with relief as his memories became more clear. This was how they had first met, he and Chrom, he had found him asleep on the ground-goodness knows why-and had helped him up with Lisa, just like what was happening now. It was truly a wonder how history could repeat itself so precisely. His memory was still faded, but he knew that with his friend, all would be solved.

"You alright bro?"

"Y-yes…..thank you, Chrom." Robin sighed, his eyes closing once more.

"Chrom? I think you mean Christopher Chrom bro!" The man replied with a sudden flare.

"Ch….Christopher Chrom?" Robin asked, more confused than ever. Had he heard that wrong? "What do you-GAH!" Robin cried suddenly, for as he opened his eyes, the sight before him scared him to the very core. The man stood before him had Chroms face, though the similarities ended there. The man was premature, no older than 18 at the most, and wore a horrid outfit not suited for even the most disgraceful of kings. The boy wore a white shirt with no sleeves, along with a large thick shirt oddly wrapped around his shoulders (though Robin couldn't imagine why, unless he was attempting die from heat). But the thing that truly horrified robin where the trosiours he wore, which were so short that they could have been excused for undergarments. Why was Chrom disgracing his name by walking around in public like this? Had he hit his head on a rock? As the prince of Yillese and the future Exalt, Chrom represented both his people and all of Yellies, he had no right dressing up in such a fashion!
"Chrom-what-what on earth are you wearing?" Chrom asked in horror, "Have you gone mad?"

"What are you talking about bro? I'm just showing off my groovy look," Christopher Chrom said, striking one of the most bizarre and disturbing poses as he did so.

"I-that is to say-what?" Robin cried, hardly able to comprehend the foreignness of his friend.

"Wow, you must have been seriously drunk dude, you're like wasted!"

"Wasted? What exactly do you mean by-" Robin suddenly stopped in mid sentence as he turned to face Lisa, and somehow found himself more terrified than before, "What in the matter of-"

Lisa (who had to be no older than 15) wore a unimaginably bright green shirt along with a large outlandish poofy pink skirt (two colours that clashed horribly), along with two mitch matched pairs of tights, one that was bright yellow, the other orange dotted with blue and purple spots. The girls arms where nearly completely covered in bouncy green and pink bracelets, which appeared to be made out of a weak rubbery material, and two large pink socks (which were not at all meant for this sort of weather) went up to her knees. This had to have been the most revolting and confusing outfit in all of Yillese, and any other place for that matter, and Robin had been completely unprepared to face such a monstrosity.

"You bro, are you alright? Your not looking too gnarly."

"Too what?" Robin gasped, staring at the two outlandish creatures in horror, "Lisa, Chrom, do tell me what's gotten into you two at once!"

"Hey, how do you know my brothers name?" Lisa asked, "And furthermore, the I think you mean Lisa the Lizard!"

"What? B-But, you don't at all resemble a lizard, if you do, it has to be the strangest creature in existence, what's gotten into the two of you?"

"Whats gotten into us? Nothing but groviness is into us!" Christopher Chrom cried, standing in another horrendous flashy pose. At this point, all Robin could manage to do was stare at his former friends in dismay, finding himself amiss for words. These were not the friends he knew, though they bore their faces, they weren't anything like them.

"I…...this can't be real," Robin stuttered, "None of you are real! Yes, that's it, I must have hit my head, that's why I couldn't remember anything, and why my mind had created twisted hallucinations of my comrades-this must be a dream!

"But bro, weren't you just asleep?"

"I-It's possible to have a dream within a dream, even bizarre one such as this," Robin replied, "Just wait, any minute now I'm going to wake up from this-this nightmare, and then-GAH!"

Robin cried as icy cold water suddenly splashed his face. The initial shock that the action made caused Robin to stumble backwards and nearly fall over.

"See bro, if you really were snoozing, that would have woken you up for sure," Chrom cried with a smile, as though he had just won some great victory.

"B-But, that doesn't explain why you're all talking so oddly, or why your dressed up like two jokers, o-or why you don't seem to recognize me!" Robin cried in frustration, "If this is some kind of jest, I find no amusement from it!"

"Recognize you? I've never seen you before bro," Chrom said almost thoughtfully, "But you seem to know who we are."

"Well like of course he knows us," Lisa the Lizard chuckled, "Who doesn't know the most radical teens around? Everyone here knows who we are!"

"If….if I truly am not dreaming, then….this must be an alternate world," Robin said almost to himself, "A world where everyone I know talks and acts not at all like themselves."

"Gnarly theory bro!" Chrom cried, "Where are you from?"

"I….I can't seem to remember," Robin stuttered, placing a hand on his head once again, "I've seemed to have lost my memory again…..I can only pick up a few things here and there….."

"Wow, you like totally have something, it's like called amnesia or something," Lisa said.

"Um, no, it's called a bunch of doggie doo!" A familiar voice said from behind Robin, "How can we trust such a preposterous liar?"

"Oh boy," Robin groaned, turning around as he did so, "Please tell me you aren't-oh sweet mother of Vaike what am I seeing?"

What Robin saw was truly a sight to behold. Once again, Robin found himself face to face with another twisted delusion of one of his former friends. Frederick stood before Robin, looking fairly young (like Chrom, no older than 18), and wore a rather thick sweater with an odd V-shaped collar with no apparent sleeves. His undershirt had an absurdly large bright green plaid bow tie that matched his shorts perfectly, and wore a thick pair of glasses that appeared to have broken in the middle and where hastily put back together with some cheep tape.

"Wha-I-Frederick?" Chrom gasped, nearly falling to the ground as he scrambled away from the monstrosity of his friend, "What in the-"

"What, do you expect me to believe that he knows Christopher Chrom's name and nothing about himself? So not righteous man," Fredrick spat, throwing a corn on the cob at Robin as he did so, "I bet he's a spy from Plegia Prep!"

"Plegia Prep?" Robin spat, "Is-is that some kind of high school?"

"Wow, calm down there Freddy the Fab," Christopher Chrom cried, jumping between Robin and Frederick as he did so, "This dude is totally tubular, I can sense his righteousness bro!"

"Oh yeah, I'm so sure!" Freddy the Fab replied, giving an eye roll to finish his sarcastic tone.

"Ya, and like, don't bring up Plegia Prep," Liza the Lizard, saying the words "plegia prep" as though she were about to barf, "Like, their school is Groody to the Max!"

"So Groody," Chrom added as he scrunched up his face like he smelled something fowl, "Look Freddy, I get this guy's acting kinda weird man, but that doesn't mean he's totally not ripped bro!"

"So like, let me get this straight," Freddy the Fab sighed, "This bro was found on the lawn totally wasted-"

"Pretty sure I wasn't having a hangover," Robin muttered under his breath.

"-and then he wakes up and is either like pretending not to know anything or is just straight up lying, and you think he's righteous? Like gag me out with a spoon dude! That bro's so not rad!"

"Um, like not even!" Christopher Chrom spat.

"Even!"

"Did…...did you just say-gag me out with a spoon?" Robin said oddly, "What exactly are you trying to imply-"

"Like what's your damage bro?" Chrom asked, clearly annoyed with his not-tubular friend, "no need to get so on edge bra!"

"Ya, like take a chill pill why don't you?" Lissa added with a bit of sas.

"L-Look, I know my story might not seem believable," Robin said, not wanting to endure any more of this strange and small minded arguing any more than he had to, "But you have my word, it is the truth!"

"Exactly bro!" Chrom cried, striking in another flashy yet horrendous pose, "If this bro is telling the truth, we can't just leave him here, alone and drunk-"

"Again-not drunk!"

"-We'd be total mental hosers bro!"

"But still, I just don't want a Plegian Dweeb messing with us," Freddy the Fab growled as he narrowed his eyes.

"Hmmmmmm, those Plegians are dweebs," Chrom said thoughtfully, placing a hand under his chin as he struck into another pose, "Well look, we totally got to motor bro, lets just take him with us!"

"W-wait a minute, do I get a say in any of this?" Robin stuttered, not wanting to spend more time with these strange interpretations of his friends.

"Nope! But don't worry bro, this'll be totally rad!" Christopher Chrom cried in delight, "You don't really have a say in this, might as well make the best out of it bro, this is gonna be wicked!"

"Like so Wicked!" Lisa added, shooting her hands in the air as she did so (which were now wrapped around too brightly neon green and yellow balls of confetti).

"Well…..I don't see any other option," Robin sighed, knowing full well that even if he had his memory, he would need someone to guide him in these strange foreign lands, and that he was rather fortunate to have appeared near comrades that even remotely resembled his friends. Even if they were odd and foreign no him, they were the best chance he had, "lead the way, Chrom."

"Now we're talking bro!" Chrom cried, leaping in the air as he did so.

Upon doing so, Chrom's odd cape waved in the breeze, and Robin found himself so disgusted by his horrendously short trousers that his eyes threatened to snap from their sockets and run away in sheer terror.

"Ugh…...C-Chrom-"

"Christopher Chrom!"

"...C-Christopher, Chrom," Robin stutered (the name left an odd taste in his mouth), "Look, do you have anything more….er, appropriate to wear? Your clothes, they're hurting my eyes….."

"What do you mean bro?" Christopher Chrom asked, "These clothes have to be the gnarliest around! Besides, they're more modern than what you're wearing!"

"What? What do you…" Robin's voice trailed off as a horrible realization came to his mind. Chrom, Lissa, Frederick…...they were all younger, yet, they appeared to be no taller than him. The more Robin thought about it, he felt, rather odd in this new environment, almost weaker than he had before. He had first assumed he felt like this only because he had woken up from a heavy sleep that had physically strained him, but know he began to wonder, what if…..what if he hadn't simply moved from one world to the next…..he hadn't seen an alternate version of himself in this bizarre world, what if only his mind had transferred into this world, and had switched places with his own horrific alter self? If such was the case, that would mean that he was a adolession, and his clothes would be…

"Oh gods, please don't tell me….."

Robin mustered his remaining courage, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered his eyes upon himself to see what sort of garments he was wearing-a decision he would immediately regret.

"WHAT THE-"

"What the forensics science am I wearing bro?" Robin asked, staring at his garments as though he were something of a dastardly fashion, "I look like a wizard!"

"For the last time, you're not a wizard, you're a grand master!" Chrom sighed in annoyance, "Robin, do you truly not remember? I was there by your side when you used the master seal, surely this must sound at least familiar to you."

"A Grand Master? Whoaaaaaa!" Robin cried jumping in the air as he did so, "That sounds so Radical Bro! This whole place is so wickedly tight!"

"So-what?" Chrom asked, glancing at his former friend in confusion.

"Not to mention I'm an ADULT!" Robin cried, as though this information was supposed to surprise Chrom, "I'm old enough to drink and drive bro!"

"Drink and what? Robin, you're not making any sense," Chrom cried, losing his patience. He could understand if Robin had somehow lost his memory again, but that didn't explain why Robin was acting so-bizarre, so outlandish! Was this some kind of cruel humor? If so, Chrom didn't find it funny in the slightest. He had presumed his friend was dead only a short moment ago, when he had finally found Robin lying in the dirt as he had so many years ago, he had first been overwhelmed with joy upon seeing his friend, only to find that he was not at all himself, Robin was acting like a completely different person.

"What do you mean bro?" Robin asked, looking at Chrom as though he was the weird one, "You're the one acting all wack bro, and it's Robin the Righteous man!"

"Robin the-are you hearing yourself?" Chrom cried, more annoyed than ever, "You're acting like an ignorant child! Just what exactly happened to you, Robin? Where did you go after the defeat of Grima?"

"The defeat of who?" Robin asked, almost a bit interested, "Whos this Grima the Groovy you speak of?"

"No, not Grima the groovy," Chrom sighed, "I-I'm not quite sure what this-groovy-means, but whatever it is, I can assure you it's mostly likely not a adjective to describe a creature such as grima."

"What even is a Groovy Grima, bro?" Robin asked, "He sounds like a real groody bro!"

"He-I'm going to assume that's an insult," Chrom said slowly, "Well, anyhow, I truly think it would be in your best interest to-"

"Wow bro! What's this gnarly toy bro?" Robin the Righteous asked, holding up a small statue as he did so.

"Robin I told you not to touch any-wait…...we don't have any toys…" Chrom said, turning to the 'mage' as he did so, "Sweet mother of-Robin that's a goddess icon!"

"So gnarly bro!" Robin cried, tossing the priceless artifact from one hand to the next, "I've been looking for something to play my new game with!"

"N-New game?"

"Yeah bro! It's so tight! You wanna know what it's called?"

"No, not at all! I just want you to put it down before Sully comes in and shoves it up yo-"

"It's called SMASH!"

"ROBIN PUT THE D*** THING DOWN!"

"Oh I'll put it down alright! Here we go!"

"LISA HELP HE'S THROWING THINGS AGAIN!"

"Robiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin, SMA-OUCH! Hey bro, give it back, I haven't smashed it to a bazillion pieces yet!"

"That's kinda my point!"

"Oh wait-are we playing football bro?"

"What in the world is-"

"BRO TACKLE!"

"UGH! Why you-LISA!"

"What in the world?" Lisa cried after seeing Robin sitting upon Chrom's back with her older brother desperately keeping a precious statue icon out of the mages reach, "Chrom, what's going on?"

"Ask-later-help-now!" Chrom panted

"What the h*** is with all the racket?" Sully asked, sticking her head into the room as Lissa oddly took the statue from Chrom.

"Hey their bro!" Robin said, waving to the new commer (while still sitting upon Chromes back), "I'm Robin the Righteous!"

"What the-Robin?" Sully cried, seeing the new robin for the first time, "What the h***'s wrong with you?"

"HIGH TREASON!" Frederick suddenly cried, crashing through the wall and punching Robin square in the jaw as he did so. Upon doing so, Fredrick not only completely destroyed the left wall of the room, but knocked over a large table and caused multiple tonics and potions to crash upon impact, most of which stained the many books that were now scattered across the room. Oddly enough, although Chrom was in the middle of the chaos Frederick had produced, he was surprisingly unharmed.

"Fredrick, what in Naga's name-" Chrom began to say.

"Milord, my 7th sense detected that though were in terrible peril," Frederick growled, "As I passed through the hallway, I sensed a great disturbance in the frederick force, I know see that my suspicions were correct."

"Wow bro, that was one righteous punch bro!" Robin cried with a grin, seeming quite oblivious to the fact that the fully armed knight had him pinned to the ground with his knee digging into his chest and a silver lance only inches away from his face, "For a nerd, you sure work out!"

"Silence, you shall only speak when permitted to," Frederick said sternly, his face as hard as stone, "Do not think just because you bear the face of my former friend that you will be seen disrespecting Milord in such a fashion. If you so much as speak to him with anything less than respect, I shall not hesitate to end your misery here!"

"I got no misery bro! I'm too tubular!" Robin replied, as though he hadn't heard anything Frederick had just stated.

"Er-Frederick, I think you can lay off him," Lissa said, taking pity on the strange mage, "He's not quite himself-I think he might have hit his head on a rock or something."

"Nonetheless, that gives him no excuse to treat the Exalt of Yillese in such a manner," Frederick responded, not giving up for a second.

"Oh come on," Lissa whined, "Chrom, talk some sense into him!"

"...sorry, I'm actually going to have to side with Frederick on this," Chrom sighed after looking at Robin in contemplation (with a rather weary and tired expression on his face), "So long as Frederick doesn't harm him of course, but I wouldn't mind terribly if you could keep him on a time out for a short while."

"Chrom!"

"Of course Milord, whatever it takes to appease your mind," Frederick said firmly, saluting Chrom as he did so, "I'll stay like this for a week or however long as I have too!"

"You're going to smell like s*** in that armor if you stay like that for a week," Sully snorted, "Speaking of which-just what are you supposed to do when you have to take a crap?"

"I can hold it."

"For a week?"

"For a year!"

"Yeah right."

"My personal record is 2 months 3 hours and 45 minutes."

"Oh please, you're giving yourself too much credit," Lissa chuckled, "It was 43 minutes, I was counting!"

"With all due respect, it was 43 minutes and 137 seconds, that adds up to 45 minutes."

"But that's not the two minutes you chose to sleep that month!"

"I still held it while I slept!"

"We don't know that!"

"Milady I would never lie to you!"

"Uh-huh, sure, but would lie to yourself?"

"Lissa, you're not buying that crap are you?" Sully snorted, glancing at the young healer questionable, "there's no way a person could hold his bladder for that long!"

"Oh trust me, he did," Lissa giggled, "When he was first recruited to be our personal escort, he became so focused on our well being that he avoided using the bathroom for over a month. I wanted to see how long he'd last, so I wasn't going to say anything. But when Chrom found out, he spoiled all of our fun and told him to stop," Lissa sighed, making a potty face and then sticking her tongue at her older brother.

"Wow bro! You're bladders gotta be totally rad!" Robin the Righteous said, somehow managing to clap his hands while being pinned to the floor, "That's some real Gnarly Righteousness there bro!"

"Okay, enough talk about bladders!" Chrom sighed, his face becoming a dark red, "Fredericks not going to keep him pinned down for longer than 24 hours, I just need a moment to collect my thoughts is all."

"You mean your going to sit in a closet hugging a teddy bear while crying because your best friends acting like an a**?" Sully asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Er-how do you know about ?" Chrom cried rather defensively, before remembering that he was shouting at a large volume surrounded by his comrades, "I-I mean, er, where did you get such a notion from? I'm just….a little uneasy."

"HA! I'll say," Sully spat, "Seriously, is he drunk or something? What the h*** is wrong with him?"

"No, any alcohol would have worn off by now," Chrom sighed, "I found him like this in the middle of a valley only a few days ago. Although nothing appeared out of the ordinary on the outside, once he had awoken, it…...well, you should know by the way he's been acting that he's not himself."

"Indeed Milord," Frederick said, eyeing the stranger who bore his friends face, "If you ask me, I believe it to be some kind of sorcery, a spy sent from Plegia or another nation seeking to infiltrate Yillese. Robin would not act in such a careless state, even when he was found without his memory, he had still kept his wits about him."

"I'm not so sure he's a spy, Frederick," Chrom replied with a sigh, "If that truly were the case, why would he act in such a way? Surely any spy would know not to act so differently from the one he sought to interpitate. But you do make a point about his memory…"

"But….I don't get it," Lissa said, gazing at Robin as he explored the compartments of his cloak, "He looks just like him! We've known Robin for years, he's got the same clothes and everything. Is it really not him? And if so, then, where is Robin?..."

Everyone know looked at Robin, each of them found themselves occupied by their own thoughts as dozens of questions swarmed their minds. Was this truly their friend? What was wrong with his head? Why was he acting so strange? This person seemed insane!

"I….I just want my friend back," Lissa finally sighed, breaking the eerie silence as her eyes fell to the floor. Chrom looked towards his sister in concern as her eyes became foggy and distance.

"As do I, Lissa," He said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "As do I."

"Indeed," Frederick added, his words were as heavy as the mood in the room, "He was a brilliant tactician….and an even more worthy comrad, one that cannot be replaced."

"Aw, bro," Robin said, beginning to pick up on the sorrowful mood clinging to the room, "You guys are totally going to spazz out….man, if only the Exoskeleton Emmalin was here, she'd totally be able to turn those frowns upside down."

"Robin, please," Chrom murmured, not caring for what the mage had to say, "Not now."

"Here, let me see if there's something in here that could make the place more gnarly," Robin said, searching through his compartments as he did so, "This cloak is so flash, it's gotta have something!"

"Sir, I would advise you not to move," Frederick growled, "If you recall, I've yet to give you my trust."

"Oh come on bro, theres no need to-"

"What the h*** happened to my laboratory?"

At these words, all the eyes turned toward the mage who had entered the room, a woman who wore foggy black garments and a wide mage cap that practically covered her red hair, along with a pair of glasses that fogged due to her heated anger.

"I leave my things-for 8 minutes-and in the hands of Exalt Chrom nonetheless," She spat, practically fuming with rage, "And this is the state in which I return in? With all of my research and work that I've been collecting for the past several months thrown about as though they were meant for child's play?"

"With all due respect Miriel, I did only what I deemed necessary," Frederick replied evenly, not at all threatened by the woman's alarming expression, "T'was an act solely meant for the purpose of protecting Chrom, I only did what was completely and utterly necessary."

"Well please, do excuse me when I say that whenever you 'deem something necessary', it often results in the inconvenience in almost everyone surrounding-" Miriel's words suddenly came to a halt as the mage noticed for the first time the absence of her left wall, "What-what happened to the wall? As I recall, there was once a steal enchanted wall there before I left!"

"That wall shouldn't have stood between a knight and his duties" Frederick said firmly, "Of course, I plan on fixing the wall myself, but I do not at all regret my actions in the slightest."

"All the same, how's the reconstruction of the wall going to fix my months of research?" Miriel growled in a dangerous tone (one that caused many to back away from her).

"Sadly, there's not much I can do about that," Frederick sighed, "I'm afraid you'll have to deal with that yourself. No hard feeling, right comrade?"

Miriel clutched to the Bolganone book she held at her side, and looked like she was ready to blast the knight out of existence with one swift blast of fire. Strangely enough, when Frederick was sent flying from Robin and swirling back first into the other wall, it hadn't been Miriel who had blasted him. Chrom and his comrades scrambled with only seconds to spare as the great knight sailed past his brethren (narrowly avoiding Lissa by a hair) and was sent crashing through the wall, one that had been to the left of the one already destroyed.

The shepherds started at the new Frederick-shaped-door that had now been added to Miriel's lab, no one quite sure what to do or how to react, for the initial shock of the action had left them all paralyzed. Not long after, however, a familiar and loud voice broke the silence, or rather shattered it (along with the shepherds ears).

"WOW BRO! I REALLY AM A WIZARD!" Robin cried, standing on his feet with a forseti opened in his hands.

Chrom's eyes widened in terror, "Sweet mother of Naga! Robin-put the book down!"

"Now I have two names: Robin the Righteous, and the Wicked Wizard!" Robin cried, posing in a position that made the Exalts eyes burn.

"S***, someone stop him!" Sully cried, reading her lance while Lissa ran to make sure Frederick was more or less okay.

"Man, I'm going to have so much fun with this bro!" Robin said, standing on a chair and looking around the room in anticipation, "What's radical enough to test it on?..."

"Is someone looking for something radical?" Vaike (a rather buff tan man with shaggy blonde hair and a steel axe) cried, jumping through the Frederick-shaped-hole as though it were normal, "Well how about these guns?" He asked, showing off his muscles as he struck a pose (and quite oblivious to the chaos surrounding him).

"That's perfect bro!" Robin cried, "Wait-I have two gnarly books? What if I used both of them?"

"Vaike-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Everyone cried at once, running towards his friend as they did so.

Alas, their efforts were all in vain. All at once, Chrom, Sully, Vaike and Miriel were all blown off into a oblivion, screaming all the way as they were blown away.

"MILORD! I SHALL SAVE YOU!" Frederick cried, galloping on his horse head first into the blast (while he was also completely healed)

"Whoa bro, there's a fire one too?" The shepherds heard Robin cry in enthusiasm, "This is gonna be so gnarly!"

"We're all doomed-doomed!" Miriel cried in despair, while Sully let out a numerous swears that not even Chrom had known existed.

"Man, this bro rocks! The Vaike approves," Vaike said enthusiastically, "He really knows how to party man! I totally want to hang out with him-you know, it we don't die first."