Jacket dashed down the hall of the apartment complex, baseball bat in hand. Turning the corner, he slammed his bat into the head of a mobster, alerting the gang of other mobsters to his presence. As they turned to face him, Jacket dropped his baseball bat, swapping it with the fallen mobster's knife laying on the ground. He rolled toward another mobster as a pistol bullet embedded itself in the wall behind where he stood less than half a second ago. Jacket now stood right in front of another mobster, and plunged his knife into them. Blood flew out from the wound, adding another layer of gore to Jacket's clothes. Quickly stepping back, Jacket narrowly dodged a lead pipe being swing at his head. Three more mobsters were left. One was swinging a pipe at his head, another was aiming a pistol at him, and the last one was running to grab help. Shit. He had to finish this quickly. Another shot rang out, this time barely grazing Jacket's side. A very slight wound, but an issue none the less. Sidestepping another swing of a lead pipe, Jacket focused on the gun-wielding mobster. They were about five feet away from him. Remembering all the training he had in the army, he hurled his knife at the mobster with a gun. The knife into to his chest and he fell to the ground lifelessly. The one with the pipe swore as he noticed his comrade dead on the floor. Enraged, the mobster started swinger faster, harder, more recklessly, and that was his final mistake. As he swung he left himself wide open, allowing Jacket to throw a strong punch to the mobster's stomach, knocking the air out of him. As the mobster wheezed for oxygen, Jacket pivoted behind him, and put them in a chokehold, waiting until the mobster passed out before swiftly snapping their neck. One left.

Jacket turned to see the final mobster run through a door into another room, slamming the door behind him. Jacket dropped the dead body in his hands and walked towards the door, ripping the knife out of his other victim's chest and twirling in in his hand. Approaching it, he kicked in the door and charged inside, only to be met by a barrel of an MP5 staring him in the face. Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed he was surrounded by Russians, all armed with automatic rifles. All pointed at him. Shit. Jacket tried to look for a way out of this situation, but even with all his skills, he knew he was screwed. Suddenly, the gangster directly infront of him spoke.

"Say goodbye, fucker." The scarred man snarled. Jacket dashed forward, trying to catch the man off-guard, but the narrowly man dodged out of the way. And then the men fired.


AN: Not too bad for the first chapter of my first fanfiction, I think. Anyways, after this chapter, I'll write longer chapters. Probably. I probably won't include guns in this story, because it would be a hassle to find a good way for Jacket to get his hands on one in the world of Fire Emblem. I'm also not gonna have him learn magic, as I think that would take a long time in-universe, and just wouldn't flow well with how I want the size of the story. I'm trying to keep the scope small since this is my first one. So basically Jacket is going to be limited to melee, thrown weapons, and bows/crossbows. Also, if you didn't notice, the scarred man was supposed to be The Son, with the wielding a MP5 and being able to dodge thing. I tried my best to make a dramatic fight scene and conclusion, but I might have messed it up. Let me know what you think in the comments.

-ayuppppp