Loki: Bwah hah hah...

Ephidel: Hn, once again here we go...

Loki: Yes, I live again... Somehow, but that is not the point. I have decided to ramble off some neat facts of Fire Emblem, or at least, the names involved.

Oswin(Or Osin) Is referred to in the Irish tales of Fin McCool. His is Finn's Son and the name means "Fawn". This is one of many ironic names in Fire Emblem.

Loki: But my last chapter was notoriously short, so I'm going to make this long. But this chapter starts as a new scene, fair warning.

Story start

Kent was visiting Farina's tent. A small lantern was all that was lighting the small space they were within.

"So Calaen knight, have you given up on Lady Lyndis already?" Farina asked, trying to keep her voice down.

"Yes, I suppose I have. She's happy now, with a fellow Sacaen." Kent replied.

"That's too bad..." She whispered, although by the look on her face, she didn't mean it. "Does that mean you're on the market again?"

"No." He brushed his lips gently against her forehead. "I'm taken."

She pulled his collar forward, kissing him deeply, running her free hand through his crimson hair.

For a moment he pulled back.

"Will this cost me much?" He asked jokingly, a small smile forming on his face.

"Nah," she smiled back. "This one's on me."

He leaned forward, their lips tangling again. Kent found himself running his hand up her fine legs, enjoying her frilly, but oh-so-blissfully-short skirt. He stared back into her soft blue eyes, ever so deep, ever so soft. He grinned as pleasure made his head hazy, aware of only Farina's sweet touch.

But, abruptly, the touch retreated.

"Kent... Do you hear that?"

"No." He answered quite honestly.

"It sound like there's combat going on outside..."

Kent heard what she was talking about. Outside the tent, it seemed that a group of people were yelling.

"It may be a night ambush. We'll have to continue this later. Later, I promise." Farina picked up a nearby lance.

"Since when did you receive the virtue of responsibility?" Kent asked gripping a spear.

"Ever since I met an odd virtue obsessed caviler."

With that they hurriedly left the tent and headed towards the yelling.

Hector punched Jaffar. Hard. Jaffar was knocked off his feet. His killing instincts were screaming at him to cut down his attacker before he had a chance to strike again. He commanded himself to keep still.

"You sorry bastard!" Hector yelled, furiously.

Jaffar stared up at Hector, his eyes horribly dark.

"You're seriously going to believe this pervert?"

"If it's his word against yours, than yes!" Hector snarled, he wanted to rip Jaffar apart right now.

Jaffar noticed that there was a crowd of the mercenaries grouping around the two men. He groaned.

The crowd parted to make way for a very sleepy tactician.

"Really boys, YAWN.... Do you have to have these night parties?"

"The bitch-head was going to rape Florina!" Hector yelled so about everyone could hear.

The tacky, Loki made a noise like a combination of a laugh and a cough.

"I really need to stop teaching you guys words... YOU DID WHAT??? Er... I mean, how did you learn this Hector?"

"I was informed..."

"By Matthew." Jaffar added.

"Oh. Well..." The tacky eyed Hector with a raised eyebrow, "Has anyone seen Farina?"

"Already checked the tents, Loki" Oswin, Hector's sworn man stepped forward. He glared daggers at Jaffar. "No luck."

Farina glanced at Jaffar. That scumbag would dare, would he?

"Well Jaffar, did you ever touch Florina?"

"No..." Jaffar answered, trying to keep his anger under control.

"Lair." Hector muttered.

"Why would I lie about this?" Jaffar murmured back, not raising his voice, Annoyance turning into agitation.

"Because you're a fithly little-"Hector was cut off, the tactician had whacked him hard in the back of the head with a paper fan.

"Now now, Hector... There is no need for vulgar terms..." The tactician opened and closed her fan. "Jaffar, where is Florina?"

"I said I did not touch her!"

"Does it really matter?" A cold voice rang out.

Everyone turned to see Karel, in his night garb, looking pissed, beyond pissed.

Of the least talkative guys in the group Karel ranked thrid, partly because no one really liked talking to him. (All he talked about was killing...) Even so, it was quite a rarity to hear him talk unless he was talked to, and no one ever really heard him yell. Untill now that is...

"It doesn't matter, with your little, 'love making'. We're just going to ditch our mates, and find another later on. Do you fools really believe this is going to defeat Nergal? No! Our fight and our battles will! And to fight, we need sleep! So shut your &ing mouths and GO TO SLEEP!!!" Karel's voice was loud and angry. He turned his back to the group and stormed off. He kicked viciously at a pile of armor in his way, cussing wildly.

A deathly silence fell over the group.

"Okay..." The tactician finally broke the silence. "I REAAALY need to stop teaching you guys words..."

Fiora was walking towards the group, she sidestepped Karel, looking after him in concern.

"Gee... I can't leave you kids alone without you tring to killl each other..." She looked at Karel once more, "Is he going to be alright?"

"Fiora..." The tacky turned to her. "Did you know that Florina is missing?"

"Missing?" She looked quite puzzled. "She's been with me for the past three hours... Her peagasus was getting restless, so we took her out on a full moon, like Canas suggested. It work well, but I didn't let her go alone. We just got back."

(Story end)

Loki: Busted! Anyhoo, yeah, I rather don't like Matthew, and even though this whole idea was at least 70 Ooc, it's kinda a Matthew thing to do... Yeah. The tacky, Loki has a paper fan, that has the Kanji for 'Fool' on it...

Ephidel: Which suits her well... (SMACK)

Loki: Adue Peoples!