Augh, loads of t3h mistakez0rz. I kinda rushed the first chapter in an effort to finish it, and so I made the mistakes.

Review Responses!

Seventh Sage-Yeah, sorry. Imagine what Ephidel said after the blank space, and all shall be well.

The Winged Wolf-THANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!! XD

Wesley-I actually like Guy. I just thought Kyle would be a better replacement. Whee!

Chapter Two-If you can't beat them...

Kyle looked at the landscape. If I was a better author, I'd describe it in much detail. I would use such words as "awe-inspiring" and beautiful, with at least one simile to do with the sunlight bathing Kyle like "a gentle woman's touch". But I'm not, and besides, Kyle didn't appreciate such things.

He said "Ooh, pretty!" and set up in a defensive stance.

As he looked, he noticed that the amount of bandits in front of them were thinning. A red and blue blur seemed to move between them, wielding a sword in such a way that it was like a gentle woman's touch if you didn't mind the gentle woman to be Edwina Scissorhands. The Bandits were falling like flies, and Kyle realized that if he didn't move out of the way, he was going to be sliced into Kibbles and Bits. Whatever they were, Kyle thought, before screaming and hiding behind a tree.

A few minutes passed. Then, a great armoured hand came down and seized Kyle, pulling him onto a horse. Kyle looked into a big amount of green hair which seemed to cover the man's eyes. Kyle looked horrified. "Don't kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" he yelled.

The man smiled slightly. "Don't worry, young man. The Black Fang can't get at you now..."

Kyle realized what the man was saying, and grinned. "Yes, you're right. In fact, I shall repay you for your kind acts. I am a Myrmidon...of sorts. I'm only learning, but perhaps I could be of help to you, sir...?"

"Lowen," the Cavalier said, his ego tripled by being called sir. "By the way, if you're hungry, I could share some of my emergency rations with you?"

Kyle shook his head. Escaping certain death takes the hunger right out of you. "Just take me to your leader."

Lowen nodded. "I shall, with haste!"

The two rode off to meet with Eliwood and Hector.

- - -

Kyle slipped off the horse, where he saw the red and blue blur, this time in focus. It was a young man, in royal armour. A prince...

The young man gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for causing all this hassle. My name's Eliwood."

What hassle? He must be the constantly apologizing type. Kyle nodded. "No trouble. Your fine knight here saved me. Actually, I was wondering if I could join your troupe of warriors? I need the training, and I could repay the debts I owe for you saving my life." How do I come up with this bullshit? I'm just so good...

Eliwood nodded. "That would be wonderful indeed. We need all the able-bodied warriors we can get. I'll introduce you to the rest of the group after this, but now w-"

His voice was cut off by a scream. A female scream. Thoughts of the daydream popped into his head, the words "sexual favours" flying across his mind. He ran in the direction of the scream, only to find a girl of about 16 or 17, with pink pigtails, standing over a dead bandit with a hand-axe in its skull. Another young man with blue hair was trying to pry the axe from the dead man's head.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeector! That's just so GROSS!!! I mean, my beautiful dress has been stained with blood!"

The man known as Hector groaned. "Serra, it was either that or your death. I think I should have gone for the latter, in retrospect."

The woman, now Serra, pouted. "That's so mean, Hector! My tender feelings have been crushed too many times by your harsh words!"

Hector ignored her, running off to find his next victim. Serra turned round and, noticing Kyle, gave a squeal. "Who are you? Are you one of those bandits, who are hunting for our blood?"

Kyle shook his head. "No, I'm helping you now."

Serra jumped up and down in delight. "Yay! You can be my bodyguard! Now, protect me at all times, or I'll tell Hector...hmm...while I'm there, I think I'll ask him for some vassals, and lots of gold as well! And, and, some slaves! Yes! And..."

Kyle snuck away. He almost preferred the notion of being dead.

Insert an awesome battle scene here.

As the battle ended, Kyle wiped the blood off his blade. Most of it was from himself, when he had accidentally cut his finger, but he had actually killed about four Black Fang members, and he felt all the stronger for it. If he kept this up, he'd be like the guy in his daydream...

Speaking of Guy...

- - -

Guy walked out of the tavern he was in, rubbing his head. "Ow...that hurt...I shall hunt him down! No one stops me in my quest!"

He didn't notice Karel behind him, or the faint noise the sword made as it sliced into the back of his neck.

As Guy collapsed, Karel noticed a crest of sorts on the former Myrmidon. Examining it proved it to be a Hero Crest and Karel, drunk with power (or ale), used it as quickly as was possible.

He was no longer Karel the Sword Apprentice. He was Karel the Sword Demon.

Thunder crackled overhead in a dramatic way.