Premonition: Invisible Ties
The hooded figure opened their eyes. Where were they? What was going on. The hooded figure stopped for a second, to think. They were a she. She had a name. What was her name?
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It was Robin. She thought. Robin was her name. Robin looked around the room. She was in a massive room. There was an altar ahead of her. Some strange, pale man wielding some dark form of magic was in front of the altar. She wondered what he was doing there. Robin looked around the rest of the room. Next to the pale man, there was a blue haired man she felt like she knew. Who was he?
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No idea. She'd figure it out later. The pale man and the blue haired man were fighting, actually. The blue haired man wielded some strange looking sword, instead of magic. He flung himself wildly as he attacked, with leaping bounds and diving strikes, as the pale man levitated madly to try to stay out of reach. The blue man leapt at the pale sorcerer, slashing twice blindingly fast, as the sorcerer blocked each strike with magic wards on his hands. The impact of the blade and the ward itself sent a blast of wind, sending the blue man's cape billowing out behind him. The sorcerer fly up into the air, and launched a powerful beam down at the swordsman, as the swordsman rolled out of the way frantically. The beam itself punctured the floor, sending up cracks of stone haphazardly.
She had to do something. The swordsman was outmatched, and badly. She didn't know either side, but she felt the swordsman was probably the one in the right here. The sorcerer levitated near the ceiling, preparing a massive ball of energy. The air itself pulsated, ringing with power as the ball grew faster and faster. The sorcerer cackled maniacally, before launching it down at the swordsman.
She acted quickly, swiping her hand in the direction of the ball, and was surprised to see an energy ball of her own fly at it, crashing and creating a blinding explosion that shook the room.
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When she opened her eyes, the sorcerer was staring at her from afar, and the swordsman was standing near her. He turned to her. "Thanks, Robin. Now, are you ready?
This is it!
Our final battle!
You're one of us, Robin,
and no "destiny" can change that.
Now let's kill this dastard and be done with it!"
Robin blankly stared at him, deadpanning, before shrugging. "Alright." The man squinted. "Robin? Are... you feeling under the weather?" he asked, politely. She fiddled with her hood. "Feeling great. Let's kill the... dastard." The man simply responded in turn by... turning. "Right. This can't be easy for you... As you say. Let's get this over with then." He then strode off purposefully towards the magician, sword at the ready.
"What have I gotten myself into..." She asked herself, following behind, surprised to find a book in her hands, and a sword draped through her belt.
The man called out to her: "Robin, let's move. He's only gaining power as we stand here." Robin scurried up behind him, her oversized coat jostling quietly. He then thought for a second. "Buuut... we do have some time." Robin lifted an eyebrow in response. "Just a kiss then, for luck?" Robin, not really knowing whether that would be good or not, obliges and pecks him on the lips.
"Now, let's kill the fucker so we can go home already." The man grinned, clearly more relaxed. Robin thinks to herself. "That boost to morale probably will make a definite difference." The pair simply make a beeline for the wizard, almost borderline sauntering as they oozed confidence.
"Now, you petulant fools, why do you resist!" The sorcerer exclaimed. "And... why is there... what's that hanging from your mouth. Is that why you've taken so long to get here? You're too busy giving each other tongue! Eugh, you disgust me!" The swordsman and Robin simply respond by charging him. The sorcerer takes flight, but the swordsman leaps up and bounces off the altar, knocking the pale man out of the air and down to Robin. Robin swipes twice with her blade, the sorcerer easily blocking and blasting at her with spasms of magical energy. Robin snarled, and then tackled the sorcerer, pinning him to the altar. The swordsman dived over as well, the two pinning the pale man to the floor, as both prepared to decapitate him. "Gah, get off me!" The sorcerer blew the both of them off with a burst of magic. The pair are launched clear into the air, flipping wildly, as Robin lands hard on her rear. The swordsman smashes clear into a pillar, breaking it some. Robin moves over to him, and shakily helps him to his feet.
"I got an idea. Hold him still." The swordsman whispered. Robin nodded, and turned to the sorcerer, before charging again. She feinted with a strike, and then instinctively ducked just in time, as the swordsman had thrown his sword at the sorcerer
It goes directly through, taking what little brains the sorcerer had with it. Gore spatters everywhere, Robin blinks, covering her eyes. The swordsman strode up behind her. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, I'm sorry you had to see that. It's over now." The man walked over to Robin, and hugged her. Robin sighed, and then suddenly everything went red, and there was screaming.
End of Premonition
(A/N: Hey, this went through a rewrite on 5/4/18)