The Seven Mythical Weapons
Chapter 2: Tyrana and Mark!
Firedude: Alright time for the second chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of its characters. Only Alderoffe is mine and Tyrana belongs to a friend who's loaning her for this story.
Firedude: Ok here it goes!
Tyrana dragged herself through the streets of Bulgar. Her clothes were al dirty, because of the long walk here. "Why can't things just ever turn out good!" shouted an annoyed Tyrana. This got her many stares and whispers. Slightly embarrassed she hurried to the tavern. She was glad to see a vacancy sign on the door and went in. "Excuse me can I have a room please?"
"Of course Miss pick which ever room ya like."
"Thank you." She hurried up stairs and picked the first vacant room she saw. Not caring that her clothes were dirty, she flopped onto the bed. I know I'll find you eventually mystic, but not today. She then fell asleep. An hour later she woke up to shouts down stairs. What the heck is going on down there? She got out of bed and went downstairs. What she saw didn't surprise her. A large group of men sat drunk at the bar and shouting. "We're the Kijo bandits, and we came to celebrate our last raid!" Tyrana despised bandits, more-so idiots. She felt a powerful arm rest around her shoulders. "Hey baby why you come join us, there's plenty of beer."
"No."
"Come on have a little fun."
"No."
"Plea-ugghh!" Was all the bandit could say, as Tyrana elbowed him hard in the face. "You little wench! I'm gonna kill ya!" The bandit pulled out a steel axe and took a swing at Tyrana. Tyrana ducked and pulled out a slim sword, and slashed the bandit twice in the stomach. The other bandits became alert at the sight of their fallen comrade, and pulled out their weapons and surrounded Tyrana. Ok there are five of them and their drunk. Yeah this will be easy. A bandit charged at her with an axe, and barely missed her shoulder as she swung around to slice his neck. Two more charged with swords on either side of her. She simply jumped out of the way as they both stabbed each other. The last two charged at her, but she flipped over a table and blocked the two axes with it. While trying to pull their axes out, the bandits didn't notice Tyrana come around from behind. It took one slash for her to decapitate both and end it. She sheathed her sword with a sigh and looked around at the mess of blood and beer on the floor. She heard a slow clapping and turned around to see a man in a green cloak with messy brown hair. He was also drunk and had a silly grin on his face. "That was quite an impressive show of sword play. Let me guess myrmidon level seven?"
"How did you know?"
"I know a lot of things especially of battle, and also enough to know that you're still a novice.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me novice. Sure you're level seven, but you know nothing of battle."
"Say that to my face drunk!" The man got up and walked up to her. The tavern owner was watching this the whole time from behind the counter. Not again why do people always fight in here and not outside. The man put his face right in front of hers and said "Greenhorn."
"That's it!" She pulled out her sword and began slicing. He easily evaded her every sword stroke. Tyrana became more and more frustrated every time she missed. "Ok now you're gonna get it!" She moved in the blink of an eye and released a vertical slash on him. But to her surprise her blade stopped. She looked up and saw that he caught the blade with his index and middle fingers. He pushed her away then began to walk to the door. "As I said before, you're a greenhorn. She was shocked that she couldn't beat him, and couldn't say anything as he walked out the door. The only person who could ever beat me was mystic, but this guy is different than mystic.
"Excuse me miss."
"Yes"
"Due to the current circumstances you have to leave my tavern."
"What! Why?
"Well the bandits' gold should pay for this, but it's your fault it happened." Tyrana now felt worse than before. She dragged herself out and walked down the street.
The man in the green cloak swerved down the street, trying to figure out where he was. "I knew I shouldn't have been out drinking but I couldn't resist." He began to hear foot steps behind him. He turned to see ten soldiers in black running towards him. As they approached he reached into his cloak and gripped his katana in preparation. They stopped ten yards in front of him. At the same time Tyrana was walking down the street, since she saw this she hid in an alley way looking out at the soldiers. The leader of the soldiers held out his hand so another soldier could give him the silver ball. He peered into it and saw the man in front of them on the ball and the girl right behind them. He smiled and looked up. "Are you Mark of Etrutria?" At the sound of that name Tyrana became shocked. The man I was fighting in the bar was Mark? No wonder I lost to him! Mark was even shocked they knew his name. "What if I am him?"
"Then we will have to ask you to come with us."
"Are you emissaries from Bern, look I told Zephiel already I won't join him."
"No, our master wants to see you. If you don't agree to come we will use force." At this point Mark did pull out his katana and prepared himself. "Oh well the master won't mind if we deliver you with some limbs missing." He then pointed to three of his men. "Go get the girl." The three soldiers unsheathed their weapons, and ran into the alley where Tyrana was. Tyrana panicking ran into the back alley way. Mark looked to the alley way. I should've known she'd follow me. A mercenary jumped at him and swung his steel sword at him. Mark did a quick dodge and sliced his torso off. The other six charged at him with a cry of battle. Mark Smiled and his swords started to glow blue. The sergeant's eyes widen as he saw this. So master isn't the only one after all. Mark raised the sword above him head and shouted "Zantetzugen!"
Mean while Tyrana was cornered against a wall with a cavalier and two fighters in front of her. The cavalier looked at her in the eyes. "Give it up girly you can't beat us." Tyrana focused and retreated into her mind. Ok a cavalier with an iron lance in front of me. With two fighters with hand axes on either side, what should I do... The cavalier then stabbed his lance at Tyrana. Tyrana jumped onto the lance walked up it and decapitated the cavalier. The two fighters both jumped at her. She sprung forward into a summersault and ran. Both the fighters threw their axes at her. She smiled with a big grin and knocked the axes away. They hurried for another axe, but Tyrana ran both of them through with one stab. She enjoyed her victory with a big grin, but then remembered Mark and ran out of the alley. When she turned the corner she saw all the soldiers had been sliced apart, and Mark was standing there with a bright blue katana that had the word Zantetzugen inscribed on it. "Whoa! You're amazing."
"When you have fought as many battles as me it becomes almost a habit." He sheathed his sword and began to walk away. "Wait!" Mark turned to see Tyrana right behind him now. "Please, can I be your apprentice?" She said with a big silly grin. Mark gave her a serious look. "Well traveling does get lonely… ok I'll teach you the art of battle." Tyrana was so happy she jumped up in glee. "But I warn you, I will not take it easy on you, you will address me as your superior and if you don't live up to my expectations I will leave you behind." Now Tyrana stiffed and saluted Mark "Yes sir!" Mark laughed a bit then waved his hand "Come on let's go." Mark and Tyrana walked in the night to the edge of Bulgar. "Wait shouldn't we wait for morning to travel sir?"
"Pfffttt no when did a little night kill anyone?"
Firedude: Alright there it is chapter two, plz review in soon and I'll have the third chapter up soon, "Shadow…" see ya soon!
