(AN) Hmmm, don't I have a story? Well, yeah I apparently do. And I completely forgot to update it, leavin a bunch of people mad most likely. I'm sorry, I have no excuses and just to let people know I'm still here, I'm writin this chapter small and in one go. Thank you.

A little town, with a multitude of different houses and shops, was set aglow by the flickering orange flames burning on a few stores. Columns of gray, dirty smoke were rising towards the sky, marking the village like an unorthodox beacon.

"Gwa ha ha! Get to it lads! Grab anything shiny and put the rest to the torch. We gots an example to set for these Ylissean types! Ain't that right lass?" A large man with messy orange hair, a brown fur skin tunic, and red paint streaked across his abdomen and face was gripping a women's forearm and tugging on it.

"St-stay away from me! Please! Someone! HEEEEEELP!" Said women was wearing a maid outfit, with a simple orange and white gown, and was attempting to free herself from the hulking man, to no avail.

As if on cue, Frederick, followed by Chrom and Lissa, trailed into the small village. Lissa gasped at the condition the village was in.

"Chrom, we have to stop them!" She pointed to a duo of barbarians in hides lighting another house on fire.

"Don't worry, after today, these bandits won't be bothering anyone else ever again." He unsheathed his sword.

Chrom's sword, Falchion, was a very rare and powerful blade. The handle was thin and red, and was aligned with gold. The blade was long and silver, with a strip of gold running along the middle. Lastly, a hole rests masterfully above the handle, completing the design.

"Huff, hah hah, wait!" Chrom turned around and saw Robin awkwardly running towards them.

"Robin!? You decided to follow us? Why?" Robin finally caught up to them and fell to his knees.

"Huff...hah...haaah. Why are...you..so fast?" Robin wiped the sweat dripping down his nose. "I needed to..."

"Kill something!" His mind roared.

"-Help you guys out.." He smiled darkly.

Frederick raised an eyebrow, and shuffled closer on his horse. "By 'helping us out' you probably mean stabbing our backs whilst turned. I won't allow you t-"

"Peace Frederick, let's give him a chance, and we have not a moment to lose!" Chrom dashed forward towards the nearest barbarian and brought his blade down on his victim's shoulder, making him yell in pain.

This grabbed all the other bandits' attention, and they all scattered, attempting to sight out the cause of distress amongst the thick smoke.

Frederick sighed.

"Any funny business, and I'll end you. Clear?" Frederick pulled out his silver spear. "Remember, we face practiced thiefs and bandits. They will grant us no quarter. It's kill or be killed." He urged his horse forward, leaving Robin and Lissa alone.

"Great, they left me with the delicate one." Robin sighed, earning a loud pout from the princess.

"Humph, I am not delicate! Geez I thought my brother was the only thick skulled one." Lissa scooted a little closer to Robin. "So umm, are we just gonna stand here, or are we gonna...you know."

"Wait. These barbarians are armed with large axes, so how the heck am I supposed to fight them off?" Robin kicked himself, literally.

"Is that a sword Robin?!" Lissa pointed to the cyan handle barely exposed by the opening in his cloak.

"Oh, is that what that is?" Robin pulled the sword out from its scabbard. "Doesn't look like it'll do much damage, but meh." He grinned savagely. "It's more than enough to kill these bastards!" Robin rushed forward, leaving Lissa trailing behind cautiously.

Robin was running around, looking for anyone to bash. He reflexively jumped over a burning piece of wood and turned the corner of a burned house, revealing a man nervously holding a dagger against a barbarian.

"Hyeh hyeh hyeh, an' last words?" He held his axe high above the timid man.

"No, please!" He cried out, using his steel dagger as his only form of protection.

Robin kind of wanted him to finish, but something inside of him stirred, and he instinctively sprinted forward.

"Face me instead!" Robin brought his sword up with both hands, and crashed it down as hard as he can over the barbarian's shoulder.

The sword bounced off harmlessly.

"What was THAT!?" Robin's mind exploded at how little impact he had on him. The large barbarian slowly turned around, gripping his axe tighter.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" He smirked. "Tryin ta play hero eh? Alright, I'll give ya a hero's death." He lifted his axe high up once again.

"Wait!" Robin yelled, making the man hesitate. "I don't suppose you like swords, cause I have a very nice sword right here, an I'll be willing to trade that shameful axe for this shameless sword" He gestured to the blue stick in his hand, smiling uneasily.

The large man snickered. "Heh, I'll just loot it off your c-AUUGH!" A small, steel blade surfaced from the man's chest, coating it in blood.

The bandit dropped the axe, and slumped to the ground, revealing the timid man from earlier gasping for breath.

"O-oh naga, I..I killed him!" His green eyes went luster, and tears began raining rapidly towards the ground. "I..I-I just..k-killed someone." He fell to his knees, bawling into his hands.

"Dang it..." Robin hated the feeling of being saved from someone so insignificant looking. He looked at the crying man, then to his sword. He had an idea.

"Ugh, don't be such a baby." Robin grunted, then sighed. "But I do hate being in debt, I think, so here." Robin threw his bronze sword towards him, the blunted edge sliding up to him. "Now we're even." Robin walked away, leaving the man to his own devices.

It wasn't even 4 seconds when Robin heard a shriek of terror. Robin recognized it as Lissa's immediately.

"Stop it! Someone help!" She called out, running away from a bandit chasing her with a sword.

"Uuuggh." Robin put a hand to his forehead. "Whhhy?" He jogged up to where Lissa was, who spotted him quickly, and ran behind him hastily.

"Sorry Robin." She murmured, obviously disappointed with her self.

The bandit chasing her stopped in his tracks when Robin intercepted him

"Outta the way, unless ya wanna get yourself hurt." The bandit gruffed, readying his sword.

Without his "sword", Robin was defenseless against the man. But another clever idea popped in his mind. Robin widened his stance slightly, and put his fists up.

"Heh, what a coward, fighting an unarmed man with a sword." Robin smiled. "But take all the handicaps you need. Unless, that is you drop your sword and fight me like a man."