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"So big guy… um… do you like sweets?" The orange haired thief asked him.
Guts narrowed his eye at Gaius, the shorter man walking at his side.
"I'm guessing not. So… any hobbies involving sweets?" Gaius asked.
"No." Guts replied.
Gaius frowned.
"Really? I had heard that you made candy…" Gaius asked.
Guts stopped his movement, Vaike crashing into his back. The blonde grunted, and walked past the Black Swordsman.
"…What?" Guts asked.
The dry grass crunched under their feet as they began to walk once more, the hot sun beating down on them. They were going to escorting Emmeryn away from the capitol, to a safer region. There was another man with them as well, an old man with little round glasses. He wore an all green outfit with a green hat to match. He kept glancing around nervously at his surroundings, as if expecting an ambush, or something else. He walked up ahead with Chrom and Robin, and Guts could tell the man was slightly panicked. Perhaps he was expecting an attack?
Or did he know something that the others didn't? Guts steeled himself. Something may be coming for the old man.
After a long silence, Gaius spoke up.
"Well, I overheard some of the ladies talking about you. I caught the words sweet, and hunk. So I assumed that you made hunks of sweets." Gaius said.
Guts looked back over the horizon, and frowned.
"…I don't think that was what they meant kid." Guts said.
"They were some of those soldiers from Ferox..." Gaius said.
All of the sudden, the orange haired thief furrowed his brow, holding his hands behind his head.
"Okay… now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure that they called ME sweet and you a hunk. They were ogling us." Gaius said.
"Why do you think they called you sweet? I thought you were talking about me." Guts said.
To be honest, The Black Swordsman would never reference the word 'sweet' with his personality.
"I just remembered that they said my name before they said sweet. I don't know why I forgot. Probably cause' the thought of you making candy canceled out my name when they said it." Gaius answered, scratching his cheek.
"Why are you so obsessed with sugar?" Guts asked him. "Eating too much of that isn't healthy."
Gaius let out a laugh.
"You're one to talk! I keep hearing stories about you from the other people in the army. Falling hundreds of feet fighting a giant bat monster monkey thing is probably less healthy than my diet." Gaius said.
"I can guarantee that giant bat monster monkey thing is even less healthy than I am." Guts said.
Gaius chuckled.
"So… how did you kill it anyway?" He asked.
Guts looked ahead, seeing that the group had stopped their movement up ahead. In a place called breakneck pass; this could never be a good thing.
"I don't remember. I blacked out. I just know that I finished the job with a little dagger somehow." Guts answered.
Guts saw that ahead, a band of soldiers, possibly Plegians, had halted their advance. Guts frowned.
"We'll talk later." Guts told him.
The Black Swordsman sprinted ahead, his breathing even. His armor clanked and the other Shepherds looked at him in an odd manner. The little old man in the green outfit ran up to the Plegians, reaching the Plegians as soon as Guts reached the end of the group, standing next to Robin, Frederick, and Chrom. The old man yelled something out to the Plegians, but Guts couldn't quite hear what he said.
He was distracted by the fact that his brand was bleeding.
There was another apostle nearby, and it was one of the Plegian soldiers. His eye scanned the band of Plegians, and he spotted one man… about a foot taller than anyone else on the battlefield. He wielded a large blunt grey iron mace. The size of the weapon was equal to Gut's own sword, and the brand seemed to sting more at the sight of him.
Pippin ran up alongside him as well, the giant clearly instigating fear in the normal Plegian soldiers. The man with the mace however, did not flinch. His large, broad chest was bare, with the exception of red war paint splashed along his lower abs and pecks in a horizontal fashion. He was completely bald, as was his square like face. He wore a fur loincloth to cover his crotch, but other than that he was completely naked.
His eyes were a violent shade of red, and he grinned madly once he saw Guts.
Gut's attention was peeled away from the apostle once he saw the old man be cut down by one of the Plegian soldiers. His axe digging deep into his chest. The soldier pulled out the weapon, spurting blood all over the ground. Guts heard the flapping of wings, and saw that over the horizon that wyvern riders were approaching from behind the main force of the small group of Plegian soldiers.
From his right, he heard more flapping, and more Wyvern riders were heading straight for them. Rickert, the little mage boy, and Miriel had gone to the edge of the cliff with their odd little tomes. These ones were green, instead of the red and yellow ones he had been seeing.
He looked back to the apostle for an instant, to see that he was no longer where he was. He was even further back, behind the other Plegians. The monster smirked at Guts, and stuck his hand out, palm facing the sky. The apostle curled his fingers in a 'come here' motion, and he placed that same hand on his hip.
Guts drew his sword, and charged forward. Pippin and the others followed suit. Robin electrocuted some poor sob with his magic, frying the victim's eyeballs. Chrom disarmed an axe wielding Plegian with ease, and delivered a quick slash across his chest with the Falchion, spurting blood all over the princes white shoulder cape.
Lon'qu and Vaike both charged forward into the enemy lines. Lon'qu delivered quick, precise blows with his killing edge to his enemy's midsections. Sending blood flying in a graceful manner. Vaike was slow sure, and most definitely not graceful, but his blows were powerful. His axe dug deep into a Plegians throat, and severed his head.
Guts slashed horizontally once, separating three Plegians from their lower halves, and once the wyvern riders were close enough, he equipped his mounted crossbow, firing bolts at the nearest beast. After a few well-placed shots to the wyvern's chest and throat, it came crashing down to Gut's feet. The riders left leg was caught beneath his mounts corpse, and could not move.
As Guts approached his soon to be victim, the wyvern rider pleaded for mercy. The Black Swordsman would show none.
Guts placed his boot down on his throat. The rider grabbed at his armored boot in an attempt to remove it, and failed miserably. Guts applied a bit more pressure, shattering his neck.
Pippin smashed his mace into a Plegian swordsman's skull, sending brain matter flying everywhere like his head was a watermelon. Rickert and Miriel used what seemed to be wind magic to knock a few more down the cliff and kept the Wyvern riders at bay, while Kellam again, was nowhere to be seen.
Guts removed his shoe from whatever was left of the rider's neck, and charged forward once more, slaughtering the enemy with no mercy. A wyvern rider flew down, and got his axe ready to strike him, but Guts swung his sword in an arc. His blade went through the Wyverns neck, the rider, and the riders axe. Blood rained down on him, staining his hair and black cloak.
He quickly turned his head once he heard the flapping of wings, but was surprised to see that it was another Pegasus rider, flying towards the battlefield. Was it reinforcements?
"Well done." A voice said in front of him.
Guts looked back to see the apostle looking him dead in the eye. He was at least five inches taller than the Black Swordsman. Guts noticed that there was a piercing in the apostle's nose, like a bulls.
"Of course, these weaklings could not be a challenge for one such as you. I have heard tales of your strength, and I wish to see it first-hand." The monster said. "I Tibbar, challenge you to single combat. Do you accept?"
Guts swung his blade in a horizontal arc, intent on slicing the apostle clean in half. Tibbar reacted lightning fast, smacking the flat of the blade upwards, causing the blade to soar above his head. Guts, surprised by Tibbars speed, was knocked off balance. The apostle took advantage of this, and swung the blunt end of his mace at The Black Swordsman's chest. Guts could feel and hear most of his ribs shatter on impact.
He felt his feet leave the ground as he was sent flying. Gut's vision went foggy and he felt blood explode out of his mouth. He felt another impact from below, this time, striking his right shoulder. Luckily Tibbars blow barely glanced off of his armor, otherwise Guts shoulder would have been shattered as well.
Guts landed on his back, and stood up immediately, ignoring the stabbing pain in his abdomen. The apostle looked at the state of Gut's armor, and looked perplexed.
"Amazing. Most armor shatters instantly if I strike it with all of my force… but yours holds up nicely Black Swordsman." Tibbar said. "I will give you an example of how powerful one of my blows can be against a normal opponent!" He yelled, swinging horizontally in front of him.
Guts narrowed his eye, and saw that Kellam was standing right in front of Tibbar. It seemed that the knight had attempted to get the jump on the apostle with his natural stealthiness. Sadly, that did not seem to be the case this time. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Tibbars mace connected with Kellam's shield. Guts saw as Kellam's arm bent in a way that would make any normal man retch up their breakfast, the arm itself resembling an accordion. The shield shattered, sending shards of metal flying into the knights left eye.
The knight flew back towards the other Shepherds, whizzing past Guts like a ball. The B lack swordsman saw Kellam bounce against the ground three times before he finally came to a stop. Lissa's eyes widened with fear, and she backed further away from the apostle. Maribelle, rode over to the knight as fast as she could, and worked her healing magic.
Tibbar sighed.
"Stay out of this fight! This is a duel of honor! If any of you interfere, I shall kill you with ease!" He shouted, his booming voice echoing out across the battlefield.
Chrom and Robin ran up alongside Guts. The Black swordsman scoffed at this.
"He will kill you. Stay back." Guts told them.
"I can't leave a friend to fight something like this on his own!" Chrom yelled.
"Me neither Guts!" Robin yelled.
"I'm not your damned friend you idiots! Stay back and let me handle this!" Guts yelled.
Chrom and Robin looked to Guts, their faces displaying shock. Tibbar nodded his head.
"I agree with my opponent. Stay out of the fight; you will only end up holding him back. I have no quarrel with you Ylisseans; I only wish to fight the Black Swordsman. I will not have you taint his honor!" Tibbar shouted.
Guts clenched his teeth and swung his blade at Tibbars knees, fully intent on de-legging him. The apostle jumped over the blow, and kicked Guts in the jaw as a retort. Gut's eyes went white with rage, and he swung once more, this time at the apostle's midsection. Tibbar brought his mace up to block it. Sparks flew as metal met metal, and since Tibbar was still in the air, the strike sent him flying far to the right.
The monster rolled, digging his massive right fist into the ground to stop his motion. Guts sneered angrily and felt something… horrible coming. He hadn't felt that sort of rage since he fought with Mael. He had to kill Tibbar fast, or else he might black out again.
Guts looked towards the edge of the cliff, and narrowed his eye. He looked back to Tibbar and charged forward, screaming in rage. He blocked his blow, and then attacked Guts, who in return blocked the apostle's attack. Guts felt the reverberation through his sword at the strike, and realized that it would be best to speed blitz his enemy.
Guts clenched his teeth, and swung as fast as he possibly could. Sparks flew between the two warriors as Tibbar could do nothing but block Gut's attacks. The apostle took a step back, then another, and this repeated until he was near the edge of the cliff. Guts just needed one more push. Tibbar looked behind him for just a moment, and The Black Swordsman took advantage of that. Guts delivered a quick thrust to the apostle's midsection.
The blade stuck out of Tibbars back, and blood exploded out of him. The monster let out a howl of pain as the blade penetrated, and Guts gave a mad grin.
…
Robin smiled, amazed. Guts had done it again. The Black swordsman took a step forwards, leading the apostles feet off of the cliff. Tibbar held on to the massive blade with his hands, dropping his mace into the canyon below, and they were cut open from the contact. Guts attempted to pull the blade out of the apostle, but Tibbar smiled. The monsters feet dug into the side of the cliff, and he pulled. Gut's eye widened with shock as he was pulled off, both of them falling into the canyon.
Robin screamed, and sprinted over to the edge where they had both fallen off. He scanned the bottom of the treacherous canyon, but could not see a thing. The whole damned trench was covered in shadow. That fall… was too high for any man to survive. Guts may have fallen hundreds of feet, but the canyon was so deep that he would splatter on impact.
He fell to his knees, and clenched his fists in rage. Robin had failed yet again to protect one of his friends… first Virion, then Kellam, and Guts immediately afterwards…
His breaths were shaky, uneven, and tears slid down his cheeks. What kind of good for nothing tactician let soldiers die like that? Chrom and the others had come to look at where the two could have fallen down as well, and their faces showed the same exact look of despair and anguish. Chrom too, fell to his knees for a moment, but then stood up, and looked to Cordelia, who had just recently joined the fray.
She had long, blood red hair, and was quite beautiful of face. Like Sumia, she was a Pegasus rider, and wore the same outfit that Sumia wore, except it had red outlines about the skirt and sleeves.
"Go save him! There's still a chance that he has survived!" Chrom yelled. "I know this canyon! There is a river at the bottom; it's possible that he could have landed in it!"
Cordelia widened her eyes a considerable margin, then she nodded.
"As you command." She replied, hopping aback her Pegasus.
Robin stood, wiping the tears from his eyes. That was right. It wasn't confirmed that he is dead, there was still a chance that he survived somehow. Robin's right hand went instinctively to his red egg shaped necklace. Chrom never gave up, and neither should he.
…
Guts attempted to right himself during the fall. Tibbar had long since dislodged himself from the blade, and was falling right alongside of him. The apostle smirked at him, and placed both arms at his sides, making himself fall faster. Blood trailed behind him from his fresh wound.
"We shall meet again, you are a worthy opponent!"
Guts didn't bother to look down. He gripped the hilt of his blade as tight as he could manage. The cliff face was just within reach. The Black Swordsman plunged the tip of his blade into the edge of the cliff with all of his force. It stuck, and Guts was stuck hanging by the hilt of his sword. He looked down into the blackness of the canyon, and heard running water. This meant that there was a river at the bottom of it. That means that Tibbar most likely survived the fall.
Guts looked up, and saw that a Pegasus rider was descending towards the river in question. The Black Swordsman clenched his teeth in an attempt to quell the pain in his chest. He took a deep breath.
"Over here!" He yelled.
The Pegasus stopped in the air, and in turned and flew back to his direction. Guts allowed him a small smirk, but then furrowed his brow as another headache surfaced. A flash of white and he felt his grip loosen. The name of the woman… was… Casca.
He fell.
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