I'll be honest, I completely forgot about the possibility of polygamy, in fact I might just end up going that route with Severa, Nah and Tiki. Who knows? Anyways, I finished this chapter quickly so it's still a bit small, but that will be fixed for the next chapter. Enjoy!
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Arriving at the burning town, Robin was greeted with a sight that he would never be able to forget. The buildings were in shambles, the people were being slaughtered or tortured depending on whether the brigand attacking them was a raider or a mage. The most disturbing thing about this however was that they were smiling and laughing as they committed these atrocities.
While the image would be burned into his memory, it was a bit concerning to Robin that he felt nothing as he gazed upon the scene.
It didn't take him long to notice Chrom in the midst of battle, his style was very flamboyant after all. The man was leaping around, spinning as he cut through his foes.
Fredrick was almost the exact opposite though still just as devastating. He rode his horse into battle striking with his lance before retreating back only to go in for a second attack wasting little to no movements.
While the other two were fighting Lissa was staying nearby to the two of them, healing whenever it was needed. She was so into her job of healing Chrom that she didn't even notice it whenever a mage targeted her and was about to unleash a fire spell at her back.
Robin was quick to respond to the threat to the diminutive blonde, instinctively reaching for the book he'd found in the back pocket of his coat he drew it forth and opened it to the first page, feeling the magic circulating within the pages. Taking aim, he ran forwards preparing whatever spell it was that he was currently carrying. "THUNDER!" he shouted while letting lose a small bolt of lightning which struck the opposing mage's head, killing him instantly. Robin was growing concerned at his apparent lack of empathy but filed it away as something to think about later.
Now that he was completely focused on the battle the amnesiac was able to see hundreds of different paths that this battle could take. Using this information he started barking out orders "FREDRICK! STAY CLOSE TO LISSA! YOU MOVE WHERE SHE DOES! CHROM! FALL BACK WE'LL MOVE TOGETHER!"
Not having any better ideas the three followed the amnesiac's orders within the minute. Chrom, who had joined with Robin was quick to say something "Robin? What are you doing here?" he asked.
Robin took a quick glance at him "I came to help, I think I was a tactician before I lost my memories. I also seem to be able to use magic… Anyway the leader is right across the central bridge, if we flank right we should be able to get by without being noticed. If we end up getting spotted you rush forwards, I'll cover you with my magic, got it?" he said with confidence, this was his element.
Chrom nodded and the two proceeded with that plan. After sneaking to the back of the brigand leader the blue-haired swordsmen spoke "Are you willing to surrender? Your men are dead, and you're going to be joining them if you don't, I swear it on this Falchion." he threatened with his sword, drawn.
Falchion is a beautiful longsword, crafted from the fang of Naga, with a gleaming silver blade. The sword has no guard though it does broaden between the blade and handle leaving a hole in the middle. The entire sword is ridged with gold and its handle is a velvet red color.
The brigand smirked, raising his axe to his shoulder, the blade shining slightly in the firelight "Nah, I think I'll pass… You're free to join em' though." And just like that the man rushed at them with surprising speed.
Chrom, having not expected that the leader would be able to move as fast as he did, wasn't able to bring Falchion up in time to block the strike, in fact he only survived because he'd jumped back at the last moment.
The blue haired man grunted in pain as the axe glanced off his left shoulder. The strike was deep enough to draw blood but other than that it was barely worth considering.
Chrom continued to dodge the brigand's attacks but it was clear he was starting to get tired.
Robin was about to step in to help when he noticed a gleam out of the corner of his eye. Turning towards it he could see that there, upon the nearest roof, was an archer preparing to let loose his arrow at the amnesiac's partner.
Reaching to the sword beneath his coat, Robin ran forward to intercept the arrow as it was let loose.
The tactician instinctively drew his sword in a reverse grip as he got into position, splitting the arrow in the process, before he flipped the blade in his hand heading towards the brigand leader to assist Chrom.
Chrom gasped in relief as he saw his white haired companion lunge forward at Garrick, the leader whose name he'd learned during their clash, which gave him the time to take a deep breath and momentarily observe his partner in this fight.
Robin seemed to be moving with practiced ease as he parried another slash from Garrick's axe before sliding to the left with a quick slash. Garrick jumped back to avoid the tactician's sword but that unfortunately left him open.
"CHROM! NOW!" Robin shouted.
Garrick's eyes shot open in surprise as he tried to move his axe to intercept but he was too late as he found Chrom's sword passing through his heart as he coughed up a large gob of blood.
Once Chrom had withdrawn his sword the brigand leader finally got a good look at the man who'd turned the tide of the battle, but only when he did, did he truly look afraid for the first time. He saw Robin's red eye, reflecting the fires of the village, peering directly into his soul before, using the last of his strength, he lifted his axe high once more and breathed his last.
Robin, who had just realized what the leader had done, jumped to the side pulling Chrom down with him as he dodged the projectile that flew past their skulls before grabbing his Thunder tome from his pocket and, flicking it open in his left hand, released the spell at the archer, killing him instantly.
It was then that Fredrick came across the bridge with Lissa while sporting a violent expression, believing that Robin was threatening Chrom. Lissa on the other hand was looking at Robin with stars in her eyes.
"WOW! Magic, tactics and swords?! Is there anything you can't do?" she shouted causing both Chrom and the amnesiac himself to laugh.
"Well," he began as he got up and offered a hand to Chrom "Apparently I can't remember." He finished with a goofy grin.
Lissa and Chrom doubled over laughing while Fredrick kept his stone-cold expression. While the Ylisseans were reacting to his attempt at humor Robin took to examining his sword, something that made his eyes go wide in surprise.
The sword was an anti-thesis of Falchion in all but general shape. Instead of being a long sword, this was a short sword. Instead of being silver the blade of Robin's sword was made of a strange obsidian metal that seemed to absorb all the light around it. And finally, instead of the golden ridging and red handle of Falchion, the tactician's sword was silver and a deep royal purple respectively with the scabbard following the same color scheme.
"Hey Chrom?" Robin asked, still staring at the sword in his hands "Have you ever heard of a sword that's almost the opposite of your Falchion?"
"Well-" Chrom began before Fredrick cut him off "And how is it that you might know the name of milord's sword if you have indeed lost your memories?" the knight asked while reaching for his lance.
Chrom smiled sheepishly "Actually Fredrick, I may have shouted it out earlier… anyhow back to your question Robin…" he said as he closed his eyes in thought "No, I've never heard of a sword like that, why do you ask?"
Robin glanced at Fredrick before walking over to Chrom and presenting his sword to him "I've had this sword since I woke up but this is the first time I actually took a look at it…" he said as Chrom took hold of the obsidian sword but when the silver haired man let go of it the hole in between the handle and blade was filled with a crimson light which quickly encompassed the remainder of the sword, burning Chrom's hands in the process.
"AAH!" he grunted as he dropped the sword. Fredrick jumped to his horse, drawing the lance from its side at the same time.
"I knew you were trying to get close to milord for nefarious purposes!" he shouted, trying to run Robin through on his lance.
The tactician dodged to side by rolling, collecting his sword as he did so. He then launched forwards, deflecting Fredrick's thrust as he grabbed his wrist, twisting it then palming the butt of the lance, thus disarming the furious knight.
"I didn't know my sword would burn him…" Robin began "but if you want proof I mean no harm then take a look at yourself. If I wanted him dead would I have not killed you both just now?" he concluded with his crimson eye glowing slightly.
"Peace men, we don't need any fighting amongst ourselves. I believe we've already had enough fighting for today." Chrom says as he got to his feet, smiling gently to help ease the tension in the air.
Deciding to heed the prince's words he reluctantly released Fredrick's wrist and sheathed his sword, the knight doing the same with his discarded lance before he sulked off to talk to some of the villagers.
Robin sighed while running his hand through his hair "Sorry about the burn Chrom, had I known that it my sword would hurt you I never would have given it to you. That said, I need to come up with a name for it" He said before slamming his fist into his palm "I know, I'll call it the Anti-Falchion! You know cause it looks like the opposite of the Falchion." He finished awkwardly.
Chrom and Lissa could only stare at the tactician in disbelief before they broke out laughing, they couldn't help it, he could come up with an almost foolproof plan in battle but he couldn't come up with a better name than 'Anti-Falchion'.
Chrom, being the first to recover out of the two siblings decided to take his own crack at naming the sword "How about Inverse Falchion?" he posed, this time Robin joined in the laughter with them.
The sole blonde of the group realized that it was her turn to try and name it so after giving it some thought she said with certainty "It shall be known as the Void's Edge."
Both Robin and Chrom agreed with that name and it even seemed like the sword agreed judging from the pale red glow surrounding it.
With the sword's name decided, the group followed Fredrick's example and began helping the civilians put out fires, turning down all the offers for rewards that they received.
It was late by the time they finished, but Fredrick spoke for everyone and turned down accommodations for the evening, leaving them to spend the night in the woods. If only they'd known that in doing so, everything would change.
There we go, so I hope that you enjoyed and you'll start seeing some REAL changes from cannon next chapter. I included the Void's Edge sword to serve as his namesake and a couple other reasons. See you next time.
