Chapter 12
The march to Plegia was a grim one. Before leaving the safety of Ferox, the Shepherds were informed that Ylisstol had fallen, and that Emmeryn was to be executed. They had no fewer than a month to get her back.
While it wasn't exactly an ideal situation, Robin had already created a path for the group to follow to reach Plegia within three weeks, provided that there were no problems.
As one would expect, a problem arose, one that caused some of the other Shepherds to be afraid of Robin a little bit.
Running through the sandy desert, as it seemed from a distance, a young girl was running from something checking over her shoulder every now and then.
"Is he gone, I'm tired of people chasing after me," she huffed, unwisely sitting down, in an attempt to get a break.
"Oy, why run wee one, living most likely in group, yes?" a separate heavily accented voice called, the owner of which had his head pop out from behind a sand dune no more than two feet away.
"GAH! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" she yelled, causing one head in particular to turn in the direction of the voice. And several others who you wouldn't want them looking at you in the first place.
"Hey, Blue, something's up with Bubbles," Gaius called out to the front, as Robin was slowly starting to inch further and further back, as he was already starting in the back of the column, but now he was about five yards behind the whole group of Shepherds.
"Blue?" Chrom asked, before just shaking it off, halting the Shepherds for a moment.
"Robin, what are you doing? We're going to Plegia to save Emmeryn, right?" the prince called out, looking at the tactician for an answer.
Their master planner was starring of into the distance, before his eyes widened, fear starting to take hold of them.
"Robin?"
The tactician started to shake violently, backing further and further up, eyes never leaving whatever he was staring at.
Then without warning, a dark aura started to surround the man, his white hair turning a deep purple, and his eyes turned from brown to a violent red.
Pointing his finger forward, aiming directly at Chrom, most people started to panic, especially those who realized this state from before.
Frederick did as well, and his knightly duties kicking in, shoved Robin from the side, knocking his mouth open, and a large beam of dark energy was fired from his mouth, blasting everyone off their feet, and the pegasi whinnied in protest, the sudden spike of pressure up causing them to land, visibly shaken.
The regular horses were no better, as they whined and reared violently, refusing to get near the tactician.
Not that he got any closer, as his eyes lost his more violent shade of red, but it was still red, and Robin charged ahead, fire and lightning already culminating into one hand.
Running with the 'girl' in front of him, the old mercenary was starting to tire.
The sun of the desert was starting to get to him, and the nature of the girl kept her from listening to him, forcing him to readjust, even if he pushed himself too much.
The enemy seemed to know this, as they started to surround the two, dark tomes in all their hands, grinning maliciously from the head of the group.
"This is what happens when you defy the servants of Grima."
When all seem lost, a large blast of magic tore right through half of the dark mages that were positioned around them, causing everyone to look at where it came from.
The non magic users of the group started to draw their weapons, looking around them, waiting for a horde of people to show up, increasing their master's life force.
Instead, a single figure stood, on a stone parapet, looking down at everyone.
They were all fools, he thought, that they didn't consider that he curved his magic and hit them from where he was standing, only causing it to look like it came from the distance.
Deciding to make a game out of it, he blasted some magic into the sky, unnoticed by the group below. A few seconds later, Valflame came crashing down, taking out all the physical based fighters, causing the dark mages to fidget a little more.
Aw, that was no fun. They had little to no magical resistance, so their deaths were faster than he anticipated, so he decided he would just scare the magic users, then kill the two they were chasing.
After all, if anyone was to kill, it was most definitely going to be him.
Walking through the battle field, several members scavenged the field, a habit that Gaius had been doing for a while, with the excuse, "I don't know what I can use forever, may as well take it from them."
After going through some of them, a red haired pegasus knight walked over to their lord's lieutenant, as he was in charge of the foraging.
"I've searched the bodies, and some of them seemed to be caring some seals," Cordelia smartly said, presenting a pair of orbs to Frederick, who was observing other bodies that managed to survive their tactician's attack.
The knight nodded, and gestured to Robin, who was at the moment, looking at rocks the girl from before was showing him.
When he was fighting the Grimeal, as they confirmed when checking the cloaks of bodies that were intact, she had transformed into a dragon, weather to run or fight, they didn't know, and blasted an attack at Robin, then turned tail, fleeing from the area.
What she clearly didn't expect, was when he showed up in front of her a few seconds later, picking at his teeth with his fingers, fangs now where his canines were, and wind was starting to form in his mouth.
"That was all?" he asked, before a Nosferatu barrage hit him, with the dark mages all attacking him at once.
Turning around in annoyance, wind quickly turned into dark magic, as a Goeta spell launched from his mouth, destroying everyone that it touched.
Several other Grimeal seemed to notice some of the traits of the man in front of them, and started to shake, looks of disbelief on their faces.
"Has he already returned, our Lord, G…" was the furthest they could say, before the Shepherds charged through, running them all down, with the two new figures joining them as well.
"Show them to Robin and explain what they do, I'm sure he'll find a beneficial use to them," he said, and proceeded to search the other bodies.
"Oy, brain man, why you go charge like mother bear when fight? Not use brain, yes?"
"I swear to Naga of this world, if you don't shut up about your 'sword hand', I'm going to ensure that there is no 'sword hand' for you to even use!" a voice yelled at a second body, a deep growl behind the first person, ensuring what he said was carried out, it had been a while since it had human flesh.
AN: This is more of a writing question, but who here reading this that's a native English speaker find characters like Gregor hard for dialog?
Not anything against Gregor as a character, but I hate writing dialog for him.
