Chapter 3 (Connor)
Connor jumped straight into the largest group of monsters, his Breakneck auto-rifle roaring out into the night. The monsters felt like Taken but felt different at the same time. It didn't matter though. The creatures fell to his weapons just like every other enemy that had ever stood before him. He raked his Breakneck across a trio of monsters, then tossed a fan of flaming knives at another three before reloading the rifle. His movements were fluid as he dodged and weaved between swords, axes, and lances. With each kill, the Hunter slipped deeper and deeper into what was know as "Gunslinger's Trance." In this state, he was much more nimble and aware. Unfortunately, the trance didn't last long, as it was broken when he heard Noah cry for help. Connor looked over to see that Noah had been knocked to the ground by one of the creatures.
Connor took in the scene in an instant. The creature was standing over him with an ax pressing against Noah's now ruined rifle, which meant he needed a new weapon. Connor summoned one of his swords, grabbed it by the blade, and threw it like a javelin. The sword soared through the air until it met its mark, impaling itself in the monster's back. He waited for the monster to turn the ash before shouting, "Use it wisely!" Satisfied that Noah was safe for the moment, Connor turned back to the horde surrounding him.
The fighting continued, and Connor eventually met up with several others. There was a woman in a black cloak named Robin, and another blue-haired individual who said his name was Chrom. The three of them rushed towards one of the last remaining creatures. As he drew closer, he felt a wave of darkness roll over him, emanating from the creature. "Careful," he called out to Chrom and Robin. "This one feels strong-" His words were cut short as the creature's ax soared through the air and lopped off Connor's head.
His Ghost appeared at his side just as he had done so many times before, and Connor was back on his feet again, good as new.
"By the Gods!" Chrom exclaimed.
Connor ignored him, his gaze falling on the Risen Chieftan. "Now you've pissed me off." The Hunter summoned forth a surge of Solar Light and leaped into the air. He hung there for a split second before flinging forward a barrage of flaming knives. Most of the blades found their mark, while those that didn't exploded in a burst of brilliant fire as the creature disintegrated.
Connor turned back to the two warriors beside him. Both were standing there with mouths agape. Behind them, Noah sauntered up. "That was so much cooler in person."
The battle now over, the others slowly congregated with them. Connor was introduced to the two knights, Fredrick and Sully, the archer Virion, and Chrom's sister Lissa. The blue haired woman appeared again and introduced herself as Marth. He could tell though that she was trying to hide her identity from the others by deepening her voice. Glancing at the others, he could see that Noah wasn't fooled either. Chrom spoke up, and when Connor looked back he found that Marth was gone. "Strange," he muttered to himself.
Apparently, Noah heard him though, as he leaned in close to Connor and whispered, "I'll explain when the others aren't around."
Connor nodded in response. This was a strange world, and even though he knew Noah wasn't from here, the Guardian got the feeling that he knew more about it than even the natives.
The group talked for a bit longer before they finally set out on the road, apparently for the capitol. Connor tried to summon his sparrow but found that he couldn't. With a sigh, he prepared himself for the long walk ahead.
AN: Another chapter! WOO! I got bored, so I decided to knock out another piece. This one is shorter than the last two, but don't worry, I'll try not to make this a habit. If you've enjoyed the story so far, please leave a review! Stay tuned, I may just knock out another chapter later today (I'll try to make it longer too).