And here goes the latest project. Bijoux25 and I, having finished Eyeshield 21, figured out that the characters would really kick ass in a Fire Emblem setting. So that's just what we did. It took us months to put the plot together and we're excited to be finally writing it.

Note for those unaware: laguz is the race of shapeshifting humans in the FE Tellius world.

Onward to greatness!

Agon's wrathful roaring hammered on Hiruma's eardrums until he reached a few conclusions. One, it was incredibly annoying and he was tempted to claw apart his opponent's throat to make it stop. Two, he wasn't going to be able to think straight in the morning, if how badly his head was ringing was any indication. If there was a morning for him after this at any rate, he thought to himself, only barely managing to avoid having one of his wings sheared off. Oh, and three. He probably should leave, before the whole damn country woke up and came running to see what the racket was about.

Considering how they were doing right now, he figured they should be going soon, or immediately, or whenever he and Kurita and Musashi managed to land some kind of blow on Agon that would shut him down for a few days at least. Cerberos, foolish wolf that he was, was already out of this fight, bleeding out on the floor. Maybe beyond help.

Agon wasn't intending to give Hiruma any time to muse; the white dragon could see a sinister glow down the black dragon's throat and the muscles of a thick and powerful neck rippling to close off the rest of his body to any backlash. Hiruma turned as quickly as a creature of his size could and started forward at a rumbling, awkward run, making to circle around him. Agon's head jerked, neck extending, and black fire surged from his maw. Had Hiruma not tucked his wings at the last moment, they'd have been burnt sufficiently to dispel any thoughts of flying for a good while. The heat on his back made him move faster, a grin that resembled a feral snarl spreading slowly over draconic features as he saw an opening for them at last.

Musashi, at least, managed to catch on, using a possibly unwitting Kurita as leverage to soar through empty space and land jaws-first on Agon's neck. Saberteeth sunk in as deep as they could; massive paws bashed at Agon's eye to blind him and his neck to keep his grip. The black dragon screamed and reared, reaching up to pull the tiger off as though he were removing a tick. Musashi jerked his head, dropping to the ground with an amply-sized piece of Agon's neck between his teeth. The screaming escalated, to the point where Hiruma thought that he might tear his own ears off to escape it.

The tiger hit the ground as blood started flowing in veritable rivers, spitting the raw hunk of meat out and racing to the exit. Kurita saw opportunity, taking hold of Cerberos's scruff in his jaws and dragging him bodily after Musashi as quickly as he could manage. Agon was still shrieking when Hiruma left and still trying to pursue them, a taloned hand closed over the gushing hole in his neck. Self-preservation must have won out soon after, for Hiruma saw nothing of him after fleeing the tall spire of Shinryuuji's capital city and into the forests beyond, roaring and screeching still throbbing in his temples.

It was nearly two hours before they were finally forced to stop due to fatigue and injury. Kurita dropped Cerberos, panting as the outline of his lion's body wavered and switched into the form of a massive, rotund boy. Hiruma disregarded his whining and Musashi's transformation from tiger to muscular, hard-faced human beside him, instead staring at the much diminished peak of the Shinryuuji capital. His wings and tail retreated into his body, leaving him pale-skinned and elfish in the light of a setting sun.

"So."

Musashi looked up at him from his seat on the ground, dabbing a cut above his eye. Kurita was tending to the wounded Cerberos worriedly, but spared a glance and an inquisitive hum.

"So what are we going to do now? Is that what you were getting ready to ask?" Musashi's tail, ropelike and tufted, twitched agitatedly.

"Hiruma, we can't move until Cerberos gets better or... dies. If we run again, he won't make it." Kurita gave him an anxious look from where he was busy bandaging the wolf's neck with a strip of his shirt.

"I know that, fucking fatty." Hiruma glared, rubbing a stinging cut on a pointed ear absently. "But fucking dreads isn't going anywhere with a chunk like that missing. He'll be out for two weeks at least and then we absolutely have to start moving, Cerberos be damned." Kurita nodded, mollified; Hiruma was at least giving him a chance.

Musashi turned his gaze in the same direction as Hiruma, eyes narrowing. "I hope you have a plan."

The dragon grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth. "I always have a plan."