A/N: Second fanfic! This is just a silly idea I came up with one day and decided to put onto paper. This will be based on my personal customization on my first run of the game.

Asset: Magic

Flaw: Luck

This certainly wasn't how he expected he'd be spending his day.

If waking up without any memories and meeting Chrom, Lissa and Frederick wasn't already interesting enough, now he was fighting alongside them to take out some bandits while finding out he was also apparently a gifted tactician; which he put to good use directing the others while simultaneously fighting.

After taking down another bandit, Chrom paused to check on their newest ally.

"So Robin, I see you wear a sword. Is it-" It was then that Chrom caught sight of something yellow sticking out of Robin's robes. "Wait, is that a tome? …You know magic?"

Robin paused and pulled the tome out of his robes. He never had any memory of learning magic, but it was probably best that they didn't know that. "I…believe so? I suppose I should check." Robin responded while sheepishly rubbing his neck.

Chrom could feel a cold sweat forming. "You believe so? Perhaps I'll just keep a few paces behind you for the time being…"

Despite not having any memories of learning it, Robin had the strange feeling that he could use it safely…probably. "No, I can control it, I'm sure. Now, how did this work again? Ah, yes..."

Frederick had been charged with walling off bandits while Chrom handled the bandits coming from the other side. Despite Robin clearly being in their line of sight, they insisted on trying to hack away at Frederick. Maybe they were trying to hack a picture into his armor? Robin shook his head to remove such thoughts from his head and decided to assist Frederick by picking off the bandits with a bit of thunder magic.

Concentrate. Sense the life force of all living things around you. Now draw that power into your body and bring to a focus.

Being the official healer of the group, it was Lissa's duty to keep an eye on all her comrades. Looking at Robin, she saw him conjuring magic. She had been pestering Miriel and Ricken (mostly Ricken) to teach her magic; so despite her better judgment, she kept a close eye Robin. Being a cleric, Lissa was already attuned to the sensing magic power. The magic power coming from Robin was overwhelming. She thought about asking Robin to give her lessons later.

Now bring that focus into the tip of your finger and-

Why was his nose so itchy?

Robin cracked open an eye to see the source of the itch was a fly. Robin wiggled his nose back in forth in a vain attempt to get the fly to go away.

She didn't know why, but Robin suddenly started stretching and contorting his face. She had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud. The situation became a lot less funny, however, when she could feel the power fluctuation from Robin's magic in the surroundings. From what little she learned watching Ricken and Miriel use magic, the flow of magic was supposed to be smooth and natural. Anything else meant something bad. With Robin though, it meant something really bad.

"Robin! Those faces you're making are funny and all, but get that magic under control or it'll end badly for all of us!"

Robin quickly refocused on his magic and mentally cursed himself for losing focus.

Unfortunately, the fly didn't want to leave him alone.

The fly seemed only to have eyes for Robin; no matter how much he used his other hand to try to swat it away, the fly deftly avoided his attacks while staying perched on his nose. In fact, Robin may have been imagining it, but he could have sworn that it's buzzing kept getting louder; as if it were mocking him. To make it even worse, Robin could feel a sneeze coming on.

Despite his best efforts, Robin couldn't hold back the sneeze. "Ah-ah-achooo!"

With that sneeze, Robin lost control of the mass of magic. To his horror, the ball of magic went straight for Frederick.

"Frederick, look out!"

Defending himself from that blast of lightning like any well-seasoned knight could, Frederick's silver lance appeared in his hands instantly. Seemingly doing nothing, he effortlessly deflected the attack.

The resulting explosion then sent sparks flying everywhere, igniting storehouse buildings on fire one after another until it reached the house where the bandits' leader was standing.

Unfortunately for him, that particular building was a filled with all kinds of oils. It was said the resulting explosion left people temporarily deaf for miles.

"B-black sheep. Needs to be put down…" Grendel groaned as he died.

Everyone on the battlefield froze for what seemed like eternity, then slowly looked over to the cause of the problem.

"Oops…" was all Robin could manage to squeak out.

To this day the deeds of the shepherds have been sung by historians and bards alike. However, historians to this day were baffled as to why the shepherds weapons of choice were logs and sticks.

A/N: Hm…this seemed like a much better idea in my head. Ah well. I don't really have any ideas with different builds so this will be a one-shot for now. Constructive criticism welcome!