Author's Note:
I still don't own Xenoblade Chronicles. All the characters belong to their rightful owners! Including mine, of course.
I've been excited about posting this one! Here's the next chapter, enjoy!
Shulk hurried out of the Research and Development lab, it had taken him longer than expected to tie up loose ends and appoint a leader for his absence. Dean seemed the best for the job, but had kept Shulk longer with a plethora of questions. Finally free, he ran to the spot he planned to meet Melia.
The Junk Sword clapped against his back as he ran. The blade felt strangely foreign to him, only having wielded it sparingly over the past two years. He missed the feeling of the Monado on his back and the way it felt in his hands. The sheer power that came from the blade had given him such strength. But Shulk gave up that power when he told Alvis what he wanted for his new world, a world without gods. The Monado was the power of the gods. The new world had peace and Shulk would never trade it away for that power.
Melia waited patiently at the bridge and smiled as she watched the blonde boy sprint up to her. The Imperial Staff hung at her side, the only memento of her life in Alcamoth with her father and brother, a life she would never have again.
"Sorry I made you wait." Shulk apologized, knowing that she had arrived promptly.
"I did not mind. Shall we be off?"
Shulk nodded and they walked side by side across the bridge.
"I wonder where they could be going..." Dunban mused as he gazed out his window. His house stood in roughly the same place it had in the old Colony Nine; a key position that Dunban liked, it was one way he could make sure the colony was safe.
A sudden clatter from behind him made him turn around. Riki busied himself with returning the things he'd knocked off Dunban's dresser. Dunban chuckled at his guest's antics, pondering how the Nopon had managed to knock everything off. Riki paused to look at the picture frame held in his wing.
"Why Dun-dun have picture?" He gestured it in emphasis. Dunban strode over and took the frame from him.
"They were my friends, Riki." Dunban sat down on the edge of his bed as he gazed down at the photograph of Mumkhar, Dickson, and himself. A wistful look entered his eyes and he sighed slightly. "I just realized something." He looked up at Riki who was waiting expectantly for him to continue. "You never met who took this photo."
"Dun-dun's friend too?" Riki tilted his head.
"Yes, yes, she was." Dunban smiled and his eyes dropped back down to the photograph. Dunban's thoughtful silence was broken by Riki's loud request.
"Tell Riki, tell, tell, tell!"
Dunban laughed from his enthusiasm.
"Okay, okay." He took a breath and paused briefly to gather his thoughts. "She was a great friend and amazing soldier. She ranked higher than me, before I got the Monado, anyway. Even though she was a medic she constantly took to the front lines and fought with great ferocity. She was brave, selfless, intelligent, and could command soldiers with ease, truly a perfect leader…" Dunban trailed off and muttered. "Not to mention beautiful…"
"Hom Hom lady sound like Dun-dun. Dun-dun really like friend." Riki noted with a smile.
"That's very kind of you to say Riki, but she was much greater a person than I. She was a friend, nothing more." He shook his head and cleared his throat. "She died in the Battle of Sword Valley. While I was busy fighting off the Mechon on the right flank, she rallied the soldiers and held the left. It was because of our joint efforts that the retreat was called off and we made our final offensive. She's the reason we won the day. If we had lost the left flank, we wouldn't have won the battle." Dunban placed the picture frame back onto the dresser. "She's the real hero of the Homs. They called her the Valkyrie."
End Note:
Finally filled up Pate's battle palette!
7. Raging Earth
Strike the ground and cause spires of rock to impale enemies
Attribute: Ether
Target: Enemy
Range: Straight line in front
Distance: Long
Damage: 1350
Cooldown: 45 seconds
Effects:
Fills Talent Gauge 15%
8. Power Jab
High powered forward thrust of a lance
Attribute: Physical
Target: Enemy
Range: Individual Target
Distance: Close
Damage: 840
Cooldown: 10 seconds
Effects:
Side Hit: More Damage x2.0