Corrin and Nowi - Two They Fear
Day 52, late afternoon
As per Robin's suggestion, Corrin would be pairing up with Nowi for the coming battle. Deciding to talk to the Manakete as they were called (apparently Corrin was something else entirely) before dinner, Corrin went on her way to find the short and lively half-dragon.
Day 51, midnight
"Oh don't worry," Robin assured. "She can turn into a dragon like you! Except uh... Nowi actually looks more... dragon-ish. Is that a thing? I guess. You don't look to dragon-ish, no offense."
"Anything else?" Corrin asked, not entirely sure what a dragon looked like, given she had not seen herself in her dragon form either.
"She looks like a child, acts like a child, and likes to set the wood line on fire."
"Got it. I'll find her tomorrow?"
Robin shrugged 'Sure' and she went straight to bed, not bothering to consider any potential wrenches in the plan.
Day 52, late afternoon
After a long extensive search, Corrin smiled as Nowi greeted her, mouth full of food.
"So, Robby says we're pairin' up tomorrow! That's so cool! I haven't seen another Manakete since well, forever!"
"Oh, I'm not a manakete, as far as I am aware," Corrin explained. "Robin says I differ from you because of my many strange features when I transform. But yes, I use a dragonstone the same way you would."
"Same difference!"
"...Oh."
Nowi sat on a tree stump for a while, wondering what fun times she could enact with not one but two of her kind at the ready.
Corrin recognized that look, seeing it so many times on Elise's face that she already knew what she was in for before Nowi opened her mouth.
"Wanna scare Gregor? Ya know, in dragon form?"
"Who now?" Corrin asked, smiling at the thought of a double dragon attack.
W-wait. She was supposed to be a leader! What kind of leader...
Didn't have lighten up every once in a while?
Okay, just this once, she would play with Nowi. Gesturing for her companion to continue, Corrin listened in.
"He's this big ol' guy who saved me from the Plegians! Talks funny, smells funny, y'know, the usual disgruntled mercenary! He'll be fine, it's not like we're setting him on fire or anything..."
"I hope not," Corrin winced, but slowly contorted it to a suppressed smile. After all, where was the harm in a little harmless fun?
Day 52, night
"Get off me!"
Nowi's dragon-voice echoed shrilly in the night sky while the thoroughly-singed Gregor hung onto her neck like it was a branch suspending him from falling to the ground.
A couple hundred feet off the ground.
"Ha ha! You see Commander Corrin, when hold dragon like axe, enemy will never be to shoot you with arrow for fear of hitting Gregor!"
Corrin couldn't fly, so she was helpless to watch from the ground.
Also on the ground was the remainder of Gregor's not so humble abode, which was the setting of the previous segment of shenanigans. Half of Gregor's tent was ablaze and the other half that wasn't ash or slag was drenched with Corrin's limited dragon powers over water. This event was merely the prelude of the current spectacle that the entire camp was currently staring at right now, with various emotions.
The original plan was to combine their breaths to steam up the tent, but Nowi went all out and incinerated clean through the walls of the mercenary's home. Corrin, ever the prodigious newcomer, had no idea she could even use a breath ability, spitting weak jets of water to put out the fire, only succeeding in drenching everything that wasn't already incinerated.
When Robin exited his tent to grab dinner, he saw three things that made him regret pairing up his two dragons.
1. Nowi had Gregor choking the life out of her dragon form, breathing fire into the air like some possessed firework.
2. Corrin was in dragon form, stamping out what looked to be the remains of Gregor's tent with her claws, not really doing much except getting mud all over everything.
3. The wood line was once again ablaze.
"What the hell is wrong with this army?"