Lucina wasn't sure what was wrong when she entered the arena and Falchion didn't glow. Naga had said that whenever this timeline veered from her's, Falchon would glow.
In her timeline, her parents defeated Basilio's champion. So by taking Lon'qu's place, Lucina should have altered the timeline, yet Falchion didn't react.
Did this mean she was going to lose or something else?
She wished Laurent was here. He'd probably know or have a few theories at least.
Lissa tugged on Chrom's cloak. "Look!"
"I see him."
Lucina couldn't decide if her disguise was that good or if her future father was just that…
"Marth! One question before we begin."
Lucina shook her head grabbing the hilt of Falchion.
"Fine, then. Our swords can speak for us." Chrom unsheathed his sword in one fluid motion giving it a dramatic spin. Lucina mirrored it. His eyes went wide when he saw her blade. "There's no way. Where did you get that?" He demanded.
Lucina said nothing.
Robin surveyed the area. Two mages, four warriors, and two knights. Those knights could be a problem. "Marth is a gifted swordsman, and his men look capable as well. We should." Chrom took off at a run towards Lucina. "mind our distance. Damn it, Chrom!"
Chrom summersaulted into the air and brought his Falchion down on Lucina. She barley managed to block it in time, the force pushing her back a bit. She pushed forward with everything she had causing him to spring back.
The swords came together in a loud clash of steel. Every swing Chrom made, Lucina parried. "Who taught you to fight like that?"
They leapt apart from each other like ill fitting magnets, spinning their swords the exact same way before lunging at each other, swords first.
Miraculously, neither blow landed.
With her speed, Lucina pivoted and summersaulted into the air. "My father!" She brought her Falchion down on Chrom. Instead of blocking, he jumped aside just in the nick of time.
Before she could take a swing at him, Lucina caught movement in the corner of her eye and twisted back. A bolt of lightning striking where she'd just been.
"Back off!" Robin was by Chrom's side, a Thunder tome open, and swirling with ready magic.
One on one, Lucina stood a chance, but together, the odds were not in her favor.
"Who is your father?" Chrom growled readying his sword.
"Is now really the time?" Robin hissed.
Lucina agreed. "I've said enough for one day, sir."
Chrom wasn't satisfied. "Hmph. Is that how it is? Lissa owes you her life, and for that you have my gratitude. But within these wall, I represent the East-Khan and the interests of Ylisse. I can't promise to stay my blade, but I vow not to shame you."
"Heh, never expected such youthful arrogance. We shall see who shames who!" Bad odds or not, she had to win.