Sorry for taking so long to update, I'll try to do it sooner next time.

I don't own Fire Emblem


So there we were me and a guy who usually got into arguments, or should I say, screaming matches every time we were in the same room, surrounded by bandits.

Yeah, we're completely screwed! I thought as I looked around. It was at that moment that one of our assailants stepped forward.

"If ya hand over yer valuables now we might just consider letting you live!" he told us with a sneer. Now, I know I probably should have been more concerned about getting mugged, but, I admit, as that bandit stood there smiling at us, the only thing ran through my head was: Eww…dude, get a toothbrush! The brown-toothed bandit quickly noted the odd look I was giving him and snapped at me.

"What are you staring at wench?!" he growled, all the while continuing to bear his nasty teeth. Wench? I've been called a lot of bad names, but wench definitely isn't one of them.

"I'm staring at the ugliest individual I've ever seen…" I mumbled under my breath.

"What did you just say!" he roared "That's it boys, git 'em!" I mentally cursed myself for saying that out loud as the bandit and his ugly friends advanced on us, all of them smiling the same vicious smile. I guess there's no choice now… I thought, raising my sword and mentally bracing to probably get my butt kicked. Let's see, according to the weapons triangle I should have an advantage against these axe users. Just as I thought this, the closest brigand charged toward me, swinging his axe parallel to the ground as he drew near, but luckily for me, was a good ten inches shorter than he was, so I didn't have to duck very far to dodge his swing. His axe passed just over my head, and now inside his guard, I immediately took the opportunity to slash at his torso. My sword glided neatly through the flesh of his chest until it began to hit bone. Let me be the first to say, the feeling of a metal blade grating against bone is quite disgusting for both parties involved, though only painful for one. The bandit howled and fell back, dropping his iron axe in favor of holding the bleeding gash in his chest.

The bandit leader jumped forward just as the other bandit fell, and I barely managed to sidestep in time to avoid his swing. His axe stuck firmly into the ground and I took the brief moment to glance in Tyler's direction to see how he was doing. His axe was currently locked with the swordsman's iron sword in a struggle to disarm each other; meanwhile the remaining axeman was on the ground trying to staunch the flow of blood from his femoral artery.

I heard a grunt from the bandit leader and turned my attention back to him in time to see him free his axe from the dirt, stumbling back slightly as it came out. I raised my sword again, expecting to have to parry another blow, but instead he simply stood there, an odd grin spreading across his face as he glanced nonchalantly over his shoulder. As I stared at him in obvious confusion, he suddenly took a large step to his left, and by the time I realized why, it was already too late. The archer had already released the arrow, which embedded itself in my right shoulder before I could react. I was stunned for a moment, as I simply stood there staring at the feathered shaft sticking out of my shoulder, that is, until the pain set in.

"YYOOWWW" I howled, clutching the wound and causing everyone to cover their ears, pained expressions on their faces as well. After a moment's pause for everyone's hearing to return to a semi-useable level, I heard another "snap" as the grinning archer let another arrow fly in my direction. Not wishing to repeat the experience, I jerked back in an attempt to dodge the arrow, and I succeeded…mostly…

The arrow missed me, but it did hit the bill of my favorite black hat, sticking into it and sending my poor hat flying off my head, to land in the dust a little ways away. At that moment, everyone froze again, perhaps anticipating another deafening scream. Everyone, except Tyler, that is. He having seen my hat hit the ground, and knowing full well what would happen next, was slowly but surely backing away from me.

I stared at my fallen headwear, gritting my teeth and trying to control my temper. I failed at that, miserably.

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"Why you little b!" I roared, whirling to face the now stunned archer "What the f do you think you're fing doing, shooting my fing hat!?" The archer simply stared at me in response, his face a mixture of shock and mortal terror. As for me, I had only one thought on my mind: This little bastard's gonna DIE.

I gripped my sword, all other things forgotten, and charged toward the archer, rage and murder shining in my eyes. He fumbled desperately to notch another arrow, and finally managed to get off a shot, which flew wide of me because his hand was shaking. He grabbed for another, but by then it was too late. I sprang up in front of him, holding my sword above my head for a moment before bringing it smashing down on him with all the strength I could muster. The blade slid cleanly through his right shoulder, but lodged itself momentarily in his collarbone before it ripped free and continued down diagonally to leave a large gash the length of his torso.

Still enraged, I spun to face the other two bandits, now ignoring the archer who was writhing on the ground behind me. The swordsman who had been fighting with Tyler started toward me, but took only one step forward before he suddenly froze. My anger now gave way to confusion, which only worsened when he inexplicably dropped his sword in the dirt beside him. Now I completely baffled, as was the last remaining bandit, but luckily that didn't last long as the swordsman fell face-first in the dirt revealing the figure who had been standing behind him. The bandit's killer had sea-blue eyes and hair that was pure white. In his right hand he held a sword, just like mine, that was covered in the bandit's blood. He grinned viciously at the last remaining bandit.

"Want to be next?" he asked, his voice dripping with venom. The bandit froze for a moment, looking at the three of us then his fallen comrades, before hightailing it into the forest.

I just smiled at the newcomer. That voice and attitude were unmistakable. "Hi, Zac!" I said with a grin.


So there's chapter two, and yes I really do yell like that when I get mad. BTW in case you don't know me, I wear that hat all the time.