Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem
"Swordsman, I have something for you." the armsman called.
Navarre looked up and walked over to the convoy expecting a sword or a vulnerary. However instead of having a weapon tossed to him Navarre found the armsman with a horse.
"Here you are, take this horse." The armsman thrust the reins at him.
"I am not a horseman." Navarre replied dryly.
"Perhaps not but orders are orders." the armsman nodded farewell and left Navarre to contemplate his options. They were able to obtain a rough drawing of the Gra Bastian, there was a corridor to the right. Interregators have managed to find out that there was a treasure room. This being the Gradonian captial, there were sure to be vital items inside.
"Follow Julian to the treasure stores, cut down everyone in your path. Take this Levin Sword, scouts have reported snipers guarding the vault."
It was the first time Navarre had ever seen a magic sword, he had heard of thier existence but few ever had to the chance to wield one. He tugged at the rein of the horse, to his surprise it followed willingly, perhaps this would not be as difficult a change as he had expected.
Shouts of battle erupted, Navarre mounted the horse and headed for the western corridor.
The hall was rather dark but richly decorated with carved marble and elaborate tapestries. Navarre's gray eyes saw none of the beauty, instead he drew his sword.
"What? Did you hear something?" Julian asked.
"Nothing...just a bad feeling." Navarre answered.
The sounds of the horse hooves echoed off the walls, the silence only served as warning.
"There!" Julian shouted, he ran towards a knight guarding a turn. The thief drew his Armorslayer and attacked the guard from the side. Navarre was about to join in until he heard the clack of armor further down the hall. The hallway was narrow, if more knights were on they way, there would be little room to fight.
"Take care of this one, I'll cut them off." Navarre said, suddenly he was grateful for the horse. He sped down the hall way, coming upon the walking arsenal that was a General the horse turned violently sideways.
"Ugh!" Navarre grunted as he set an iron grip on the reins. How did social knights control these things, if there was one aspect of animals Navarre respected above all others it was their unwillingness to die for a pointless cause. Drawing his own Armorslayer he brought it down with all his might onto the General's helmet from his high vantage point.
The sword sliced through the helmet and was stuck quite firmly but the force of the heap of armor falling to the ground released the blade. Sheathing the sword Navarre slid the scabbard into the leather holder on the saddle. Riding back to the treasure store Navarre pulled out the Levin Sword.
It was far too over decorated with delicate wire vines and flowers made out of iron. The sword looked so flimsy that Navarre was tempted to hit it against the wall to see if it would break and then ask the inventor why he didn't direct the weapon to magic wielders instead of swordsmen.
"Oh look, it even comes with instructions." Navarre muttered. He held the sword up to what little light was in the hall. A fancy cursive passage in Grustian was written on the flat of the sword, luckily it was a language Navarre knew better then any other.
"Hold the sword in the direction of the sun and channel your will through the blade." Navarre read. Deciding through a cloud of annoyance that he might as well take the sword literaly he held it upwards, a faint glow and sparks came from the blade.
"You know how to use that thing?" Julian asked.
"No. I doubt any sword wielder would be skilled in magic, it would do little damage." Navarre answered.
"That mage Merric gave me this before hand, said it would help with the Levin Sword. The stuff's called Spirit Dust or something, don't remember. So just channel your will so I can get at the treasure." Julian urged swiftly his eyes darting around as if expecting dracoknights to come tearing through the ceiling.
Navarre took the tiny jar that was half filled with white powder. Holding it well away from his face he flipped the top of the jar off. Suddenly the powerder exploded with a small flash.
"A lot of good that did." Julian complained, "Magic types."
Navarre said nothing as he shoved the bottle into his jacket and reread the sword's instructions. To channel his will...
He pointed the sword as if he were trying to lob it over the wall into the treasure vault. Suddenly it felt like something had reached inside him and pulled out his innards only the pain was absent. A blast of light shot out of the sword and curved into the vault.
Suddenly an arrow sped over the wall and struck Navarre's arm leaving a deep cut. Luckily it was his right arm, the blood stained his jacket a darker red.
"Forget it, open the door." Navarre snapped.
"But there are-" Julian started to protest.
"Open it!" Navarre demanded.
As soon as the lock broke off Navarre drove the sniper through with a Killing Edge.
"Do your job, I'm rejoining the battle." Navarre turned and charged out of the cramped corridor. From what he could see the major conflict was over and the attention was turned to the mass of pegasus knights.
The winged ponies were so great in number that it looked like a swirling white cloud.
Gra Bastian had fallen.
Author's Note: I'd like to remind you that I am following how I used the Navarre unit in my experiences with SD. In this paticular battle I didn't have him do much. But this is the only time I ever used the reclass system.
