Sully was pissed. Today was not her day, and she needed to let off some steam.

Fortunately, she had managed to find an army of ugly-ass creatures that were attacking Chrom and the Shepherds. Nothing helps relieve anger like a good stabbing.

And boy, did she need to relieve some anger.

But why was she so angry?

It started days ago.

Back at the Shepherds' base camp, things had gotten dull. Very dull. Patrols were long and uneventful. Of course, Sully was thankful that all the citizens of Ylisse were safe, but she wouldn't have minded a little bit of action.

She got very bored while surveying the area, and there was nothing to do. Talking with her partner might have been an option, but conversations quickly grew stressful.

When talking with that moron, Vaike, Sully could feel her brain dying. At the very least, he made a good training dummy, but an annoying training dummy at that. He just wouldn't shut up. And then he had the stupidity and arrogance to adopt that stupid nickname: "Teach", using it to refer to himself in the third person. As if Vaike could ever teach anybody anything worthwhile. His cockiness only made Sully want to hit him even more.

Miriel would have been a fine option, but Sully could barely ever understand what in the hell she was talking about. That, and, even if she could, by some miracle, understand her, the topics of their conversations never really interested her. All Miriel could talk about was her experiments in her lab with potions and whatnot. Sully couldn't blame her for having a hobby, but, frankly, talking about her experiments was infinitely less interesting than seeing them in person.

Stahl at the very least had a good amount of brains – enough that Sully didn't want to beat the crap out of him, and not so much that she could still understand him. However, more often than not, all of their conversations ended up on the topic of food. The culinary arts were one of Sully's lesser interests, which she was sure everybody could tell from the last time she had tried to cook, so she never took much interest in what he had to say. Instead, she would normally drift off, thinking about other things.

Kellam seemed like an interesting guy, but Sully could never find him. He was a good soldier, and had at least a slight amount of presence on the battlefield, but, even when they were on patrols together, Sully had trouble finding him. It was unnerving at times.

Even when not patrolling, Sully had had trouble with conversations

Maribelle was a pain. Sully didn't even need to try to speak to her – and she rarely ever did – in order to get into a conversation with her. All she needed to do was be there, and act like herself. Before long, Maribelle would come along, blustering about how she was behaving like a boorish troglodyte, whatever the hell that meant. Sully wished she could say that Lissa's absence was the cause of this, but Maribelle was nearly always like this.

Sumia, despite being an incredibly kind woman, could also be described as annoying at times. Whenever it came to Chrom, she would not stop worrying. And when Sumia worried, she would not shut up.

It had been a few days since Chrom, Frederick, and Lissa had left to visit that village. It was a reasonable amount of time, but Sumia wouldn't stop worrying.

Sully had originally been travelling with Chrom towards the village, but at the border of Ylisstol, Chrom had somehow persuaded her to turn back. He had said something about how the gang back at base would need more help, and that their mission would be nothing difficult. Frederick wouldn't allow either of the two royal siblings out of his sight, so Sully was the only option to get sent back.

Still, none of Sumia's worrying was anything new. Sumia had been worrying about Chrom since day one. One day, Sully had finally lost her temper, and had asked the woman to shut up, and then Sumia burst into tears. She wouldn't come out of her room until Sully apologized, after which Sumia returned to her usual, Chrom-worried, clumsy self. At least she wasn't crying.

Sully had desperately needed to get away from all that. So, after hearing Sumia complain for what could've been the hundredth time, Sully had taken it upon herself to go and check up on Chrom herself.

She left as soon as she could, packing only a small amount of food, her weapons, and some gold.

It had felt good to ride her horse again, feeling the wind on her face as she quickly left everything behind. She couldn't remember when she felt like this before.

After a few days, she had reached the village. It was a small place, and had apparently been set on fire recently.

That was not good.

Fortunately, it had apparently been saved by a man with blue hair, a walking pile of armour, a little girl in a yellow dress, a man in a large, dark, coat, and another man who had ended the fight by killing the head of the barbarians.

Sully knew who those first three were: Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick. She should've known that they'd be perfectly safe with that overprotective knight watching over them. But who were those other two men?

She sighed. Sometimes Chrom was too trusting for his own good. Clearly, he had just inducted two knew men into the Shepherds.

Still, they sounded like good fighters. Even better, they sounded like they were smarter and less obnoxious than Vaike, though pretty much everybody fell into that category.

Knowing perfectly well that Chrom and the gang would be sleeping somewhere outside of town, no doubt because of Frederick, Sully decided to grab a quick bite to eat at a restaurant, and find them.

She stopped at a nearby restaurant called "Mick & Donald's". Apparently, this was where most of the battle had taken place, which showed. The place looked pretty beaten up, but nobody was letting that get in the way of business. Sully liked that.

While eating, Sully had tried to get more details on what had happened during the battle. None of the villagers could actually say for themselves what had happened. They were too busy being evacuated by Frederick. It was a shame. Sully had wanted to learn more about these new Shepherds.

While eating, she noticed that one man was leering at her from across the room. In any other circumstance, she would've given him a piece of her mind, but she wanted to get to Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick as soon as possible.

It had been too long since she had talked with people who didn't drive her crazy.

So, she quickly left the restaurant, and walked her horse out of town.

It wasn't very cold out, but it was very dark out. The stars in the sky barely illuminated anything, allowing Sully to just barely see anything in front of her.

This made the huge amount of fire appearing out of the sky even more noticeable.

First, Sully felt the ground shaking, which encouraged her to pick up her pace. But when the fire started falling out of the sky, she was so stunned that she stopped moving. The forest was on fire. The forest was on fire.

WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID THAT FIRE COME FROM?!

After taking a few seconds to register what had happened, Sully jumped on her horse, grabbed her lance, and rode off into the forest, ready to help the Shepherds from whatever the hell had caused this.

Eventually, she had found a group of people fighting these… creatures. They were ugly as a… well, frankly, nothing that could be put at the end of that sentence would do these creatures any justice. Sully was thinking of ugly as a pig's leavings, but frankly, these things were pretty ugly.

Not that Sully had time to think about just how ugly they were. Whatever the hell they were, they had weapons, and knew enough that to kill someone you had to put the sharp part in them.

She had ridden into the fray, "Captain Chrom! Wait, I'm coming!" she took a look at the battlefield. Things weren't looking so good for the Shepherds. "…Agh, I knew I shouldn't'a left 'em. All right, you ash-faced freaks! Which one of ya wants to try my lance on for size first?! I know just the spot for it – shoved right up your-"

She was interrupted before she could finish.

"Hold, milady!"

Sully took a look at where the voice had come from. Some fancy-man with grey hair was holding a bow, with a quiver strapped to his back, yet he did not seem at all interested in fighting these monsters. In fact, he did not seem at all shocked at the sudden appearance of these hideous… things.

"Muh?" was all Sully could utter, confused by what was happening.

"Life may be long, but attraction is fleeting! Would you leave me in your sweet dust? Leave war to the warriors, dear bird! A beauty such as you need only wage love."

Was this another sexist ass that thought women were only good for cooking and putting on dresses, who was going to convince himself that he was a better fighter than her?! Sully had dealt with enough of men like these throughout her life.

"…The hell are you?!"

"Ha! Is the lady intrigued? Of course you are – it's only natural," Sully was already sick of this cocky bastard. "I am myth and legend! I am he who strides large across history's greatest stage!" this guy's repeated use of poetic words made a conversation with Vaike almost seem bearable. "The man who puts the "arch" in "archer"! I am, dear lady, Vi-"

Sully didn't have to listen to this. She had work to do. "Sorry, Ruffles – no time for this. Onward!" she started her horse into a run at the enemy.

"Virion! …Er, my name. It's Virion. W-wait! Where are you going? Pray, at least tell me your name!"

Reluctantly, Sully made her horse take a few trots back, determining that this "Virion" wouldn't leave her alone until she complied. "I'm Sully." The man didn't seem satisfied by this answer alone. "…And I'm a Shepherd."

""Sully"! How divine! A starkly beautiful name, as befits its owner, truly. Will you marry me, my dearest Sully?"

The first word that came to Sully's mind was "What", followed shortly by a "the hell". This man had only just learned her name, and was proposing to her? All of a sudden, she recognized Virion. He was the man who was leering at her at that restaurant. She wondered if they served any alcohol there, because this man was clearly drunk (this would also explain the way he spoke).

"Will I what now? Oh, I get it… This is a joke. And when I put my boot through your face – that's the punch line." Sully took her horse a bit closer to Virion, readying her boot.

"I realize my manly figure and noble bearing can be overwhelming. 'Tis common! So please, don't feel pressured to answer right a-"

"How's THIS for an answer?!" Sully yelled, as she slammed her boot into Virion's stomach.

"OOF!" Virion managed to choke, before doubling over the ground in pain. "G-goodness, but those shapely legs certainly can kick, can't they…" he grumbled, as he picked himself off of the ground. "P-please, milady! Allow me to accompany you, at least! Mine is a cold, empty world without you. I shall be your most willing servant, and you, in turn, will give my life purpose…"

She sighed. "Fine…" Sully would never turn down a fighter to help her in this situation, even if he was an annoying fighter. Besides, if he decided to join the Shepherds, she could use him as a training dummy when Vaike's tired. "Anything to shut you up." She turned her horse around, hoping to be ready to finally enter combat. She turned around, and looked at the archer, only to find his eyes glued to her. "…What? Stop staring at me like that!"

Sully kicked, and her horse dashed into battle. This was going to be fun.


AN: Well, portraying Sully proved to be harder than I had originally thought. My first impression of her when playing the game was that she had a short temper, and I think I put to much of that into this.
I'm planning to do at least one of these per playable character, maybe or maybe not including the Spotpass characters. Any suggestions or things I should fix, tell me! Bye!