If you think I own Fire Emblem Heroes, you'd wish you were correct.
Suddenly, I found myself in the midst of a familiar place. Where was I?...somewhere I called home. I looked on as people died around me, and I wondered what I was doing. Why...wasn't I stopping their deaths? This wasn't war. This was a no-barred hands down slaughter.
I looked not in fear, but more in confusion. Why were they dying? What did they do wrong? What had they done? I struggled to remember, traveling back into the past of a memory. "為何這麼做?。。。(why was such a thing done?)"
A multitude of young adults, probably college students, were yelling and in front of a building, for changes. They kept on yelling, unrelenting, despite the efforts to break it up. "然後。。。就這樣?。。。(and...just like this?...)"
Tanks were driven out, and I realized what was going to happen. However...I didn't stop it, as I knew there was no point in it. No matter how I tried to stop it, I was just one person, and one person alone, would never be able to match up against an entire army.
However, something caught my eye as I watched the scene, happening under my feet. Someone...who was of the very little friends and family that I had. My very own granduncle...was in the crowd, as the tanks bore down on them.
I froze in horror, as the first shell from the tank exploded out of its barrel, heading towards the multitude. It struck true, blood spraying across the air, as I emitted a wordless scream, desiring the violence to stop, despite knowing that such a thing was impossible.
Grasping the scene in front of me, desperately pleading for the tanks to stop, maybe push them back for the killing to stop, tears flowed down my face, as the tanks kept on firing into the crowd, blood painting the sidewalks and the walls, as troops came out with automatic rifles, spraying the bullets everywhere they went.
My uncle fell to the floor, dying in a pool of his own blood, choking on what used to be part of the system that kept him alive. I said nothing as he died, and the scene skipped to the night, where I saw a familiar figure.
"叔叔。。。叔叔!!你怎麼會這麼傻?你為何要這麼做?!(uncle! why were you so stupid?...why did you do such a thing?)" I saw the form of my father, still young. He resembled me so much when he was younger...but not anymore.
As I looked down, a soldier turned to look at me. I stumbled back in surprise, as he pointed at me. "又是一個逃掉的人!把他給斬了,絕對不能留下一個人!(it's one of the survivors! Kill him, no survivors allowed!)" he yelled.
I tried to reason with them, to tell them that I was just a passerby, but before any word could come out of my mouth, a shell was fired out, and it spun towards me...
I woke up to a start, and realized it was just a nightmare. As I got up from my bed, I noted the comfort of it, almost comparable to the bed I had back at Earth. I noticed that there was a stash, right at the front of my door.
As I went to pick it up, I noticed a letter. It read: "Thank you for patiently waiting for our work. We hope you enjoy it. We have designed to make it light for you, as we know that you are not the one for combat, thus making our estimated time, thankfully wrong.
I understood what he had meant. Instead of the estimated 3 days, they had somehow finished it within 12 hours or so. Apparently they weren't appointed the royal blacksmiths for nothing. I started to put the armor on, and to my surprise, it was quite easy to put on.
Fastening the straps according to the instructions written on the scroll, I looked at myself. I had a crest on my head resembling of a phoenix, and on the scroll, it said that this wasn't just for decoration. Special skill: Phoenix Crest: CD 2. If the user's HP is more than or equal to 1, the user will survive a lethal attack with 1 HP remaining.
Looking at the other pieces of armor, I had shoulder padding that were decorated with a spike on each padding, and fiery red armor that was coated around my body, giving off a slender and smooth form. My sides of my arms were protected, although all that protected the arm's parts that were facing my torso was just my usual long-sleeved black shirt.
My torso was protected immensely, my breastplate and stomach covered with thick yet light metal, as well as my back. My legs were covered with fiery, scaly armor, and my privates were given less attention, due to obvious reasons.
I looked at myself. "Hm...such a nice armor should be given a name. What should I call you?..." I thought to myself, wondering what I should call it. "Hm...alright then! Vulcanus!" I yelled, and to my surprise, the armor burst into flames.
I immediately started to panic, until I realized that there was no heat...wait..that explained it. I wasn't able to be harmed by fire in any way. That was why when I went to Muspell after that summoning ritual Loki performed, I found it strange that I wasn't feeling uncomfortable even when there were flames right besides me, possibly licking my skin.
I then read the scroll, "If one wishes the activate the flames, just simply give the armor a name, and say it to activate or deactivate the flames." I nodded. That sounded decent enough.
Heading to my bed, I pulled out one of the maps, and looked at our next target: the city of Leptir. It was known to house a legendary weapon of great power...and maybe like this I would be able to crush the fighting spirit of the people if Muspell took it, and used it for display.
I started to illustrate the plans, looking at the city of Leptir. Unlike Bolverk, Leptir had a much smaller radius, making hit-and-run strategies less viable, and thus, I decided not use such strategies.
Looking at the overall shape of the city, surrounded by a circular wall, I wondered whether if such a wall meant that it would be easier for archers to hit us. Bolverk had adopted more of a quadrilateral shape, which made it easy for us to conquer, as the troops would find it much harder conveying information to other sides of their own.
However...if they all had to convey their information...it would be to the center. The center of it would be the easiest, as all ways of the city would have to go to the center. If I took out the catalyst of the problem...I would remove the problem entirely.
I headed outside, to clear my head for a bit. I had used quite a few units to clear the grand hero battles, gaining Camus and Xander in the process. As I walked towards them, they both bowed. "It's good to see you, sir."
Rolling my eyes, I said nothing as I kept on walking. I didn't understand why they would still be so stubborn to call me "sir" when I had made it clear that it may be inappropriate to call me sir, as I was a few years their junior.
As I headed to the mailbox, I saw something interesting. "Oh?" I said, taking the contents of the mailbox. "Hm...we request you to write a song, for our first victory over Nifl. Alright, what the hell..." I held my head in my hands. I could write a song...but I still needed a tune. Maybe...something from my world.
I sighed, deciding to get on with the battle plans, then teach them the song. As I headed to the throne room, the herald yelled, "The Grand Summoner has arrived!" The doors burst open for me to walk through, and after I walked a few steps into the throne room, on the red rug, I bowed.
"O king, live forever! Where, pray tell, is my seat?" Surtr pointed to a seat besides Laegjarn. "Over there, Grand Summoner. I see that you've taken a liking to your armor. The blacksmiths must have done an excellent job, have they?"
I nodded, as my phoenix crest covered part of my face, and my summoner's cloak covered the rest in a silhouette. "Yes...they have. They even gave me the option of hiding my identity, which I find to be quite useful. Anyhow, shall we begin?"
Surtr began speaking. "Yesterday was our first victory over Nifl, accomplished within less than 3 hours. Yet I still hear feelings of distaste towards the tactician who was responsible for this. Why is this?!"
A nobleman stood up. "O king, live forever! While the Grand Summoner may have achieved our first victory, the fact that he claims to only be 16 years old, not to mention he never shows his face, is rather disturbing to both nobility and the public! Also, none of the public has ever seen him, and neither have we council of elders!"
He was speaking the truth. Only a select few individuals knew my true identity and face, and even then, they only saw it a few times. My name wasn't even known to them either, so he had a point. This was a bit unreasonable, and I had to do something about it.
Surtr growled at him. "Oh?...you dare to-" I stood up. "King Surtr, no need to be so angry. I will reveal myself and name to the public, though...my face will have to go under much consideration. Also...about the song request, I will do it."
As Surtr kept on rambling about state of affairs and shit like that, I looked at the deer that was delivered. "One more thing...I have a question to ask all of you." I took the deer, and brought it to Surtr. "This is a horse."
Surtr frowned. "Er...no. That's a deer." I gave Loki the play-along eyes, pleading for her to do it as well. She rose up, and said, "Gentlemen, I believe all of you are very smart individuals. Is this a horse or a deer?"
There were 20 in the council of officials, and 7 of them said horse, while 13 of them said deer. I nodded, and bowed to everybody. "I apologize for my sudden intrusion into such matters. While I get rid of this animal, please continue."
As the state of affairs kept going on, something that I had little to no interest in, I kept looking at the kingdom. Would it be mine? Maybe...maybe not. I was a tactician of war after all, I had no idea when death would catch on to my heels.
however, I also grinned as I thought of the ones who would oppose my dream, oppose my ideals. They all thought they would live to an old age...but not me. I never expected anything for myself, and that made it all more satisfying.
I began to write down the names of the thirteen who said deer in my notebook, secretly grinning while doing so. Boy, these thirteen were going to have a pretty funny surprise in the future...and by funny, I didn't mean the ha-ha type.
Skoll
Runei
Doka
Alfer
Daim
Durnr
Eitre
Dvalim
Brock
Gajar
Vetsri
Darisin
Rotr
Why did I do so? What did I mean by this? Well, as the descendant of tacticians and royal lineages long ago, I naturally was as ruthless as they were, and cunning as well.
I had now assumed a great seat of power in Muspell. Its king was no fool, but he was not smart either. This lead me much room to do what I wanted, to find out much about others.
If they did not learn to acknowledge me as a threat, then they would die. I now knew who would be a potential obstacle in my plans. I needed to get rid of any possible treasonous individuals, and this was the perfect time.
Those who said that it was a deer proved that they didn't see me as a threat, or looked down on me for being so "stupid," therefore had to be terminated, as such individuals would have no sense of loyalty towards me. The ones who said it was a horse...well, lucky them. Apparently they were smart enough to know that I meant business, even with such a matter like this.
It was the perfect method of finding out who could be an obstacle. Calling this deer a horse seemed like foolishness that nobody would follow, a silly little survey at best. But this could decide whether if one lived...or one died.
This was a ruthless move that I learnt from books, and from real life. This was what officials in real life would often do, but to a dumber extent. Saying that Islam is peaceful is as to saying that a deer is a horse.
The thing was, in order to be truly loyal, one must believe, to believe with one's whole heart and soul, in nonsense that you should believe is nonsense. Whether the driving force be fear, or sheer understanding of what would happen if they didn't believe, I now had them all under my grasp. No escape.
As I headed to the ruins, I fired more orbs into the air, as Blyn, Lukas, Maria, and Minerva watched. Out came a 4 Shigure, a 4 Odin, a 4Marth, a 5 Katarina, and a 4 Frederick.
Raising my eyebrows as the star of them all, Odin, walked out, I looked at the real prize, Katarina. "Eine..." I said, though I pronounced it like how an Asian might say it. While my English itself was perfect, I sometimes preferred to pronounce it incorrectly, as it sometimes sounded a lot cuter. So, instead, I pronounced the word Eine as Ai-ne.
She flinched a little, as that was how I often called her while I played New Mystery of the Emblem. "...H-how? How do y-you know my name...like that?" I giggled mentally. She was still cute like that. "Just wait. We have a lot to introduce you to."
Pointing at Odin, I motioned to the guards who had accompanied me, "Get this person in a jester's outfit! He's not the greatest fighter, but he's an exquisite entertainer!"
The two of them walked up to Odin. "Excuse me..how shall we refer to you?" Odin twirled around, and revealed two words on his tome. "My name is Odin Dark! Sorcerer of the Dark Dragon! Catalyst of your darkest nightmares! But...you can just call me-"
I walked down the stairs. "Owain, just go with them." the use of his true name immediately left him staring in shock. "But...but...how? How did you-" "Odin Dark, it's time to go." the two guards then led him to the castle, where he would be dressed in a clown's outfit, so he could entertain...some guests that I had in for the future.
Looking at Marth, I put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. You're in good hands now, there are quite a few from Archanea. You'll find them later." Then, I headed to Cherche. "My, my. You're pretty damn strong. You'll be a wonderful addition to our army."
As I looked at them all, I bowed gracefully. "Welcome to Muspell, heroes. I and the Summoner of this world, and I have summoned you all to help us. We fight to achieve not just a better world, not to simply save our country, but to liberate and bring peace and glory to every realm. Will you join us?"
I myself preferred to convince them, instead of using the Briedabilik's power to twist their loyalty to me. While Briedabilik was useful, it was still only a weapon. And what was a weapon without its wielder? Nothing at all. The wielder himself or herself had to be strong as well.
I could hear murmurs, and a bit of discussion among the new batch of heroes. I then held out my hand towards them. "These people look up to you. You may not think of it, but in their hearts, each one of you is a great hero. Having you on our side...you all are symbols of hope and justice for them. Will you fight for those people?"
Katarina stepped up. "I-I'd like to volunteer, Summoner. How..how may I refer to you?" The others stepped up as well, apparently convinced by my ethos-based persuasion.
Removing my phoenix crest for them all to see, I said to them, "I am Kyren. You may refer to me as that in private...but please, do not refer to me as that in public. Just refer to me as..." they listened as I said the name, the alias that i would take. They nodded. "Very well...now, what do we have to do?"
Walking to the flame towers, i welcomed them there. "These are the training towers. Every few minutes, simulations of soldiers are automatically spawned by the magic existing here. Here, you may train."
A few hours later, as they trained themselves up to an acceptable level, around in the 30s, I called them all out. Every single hero that i had summoned stood in front of me.
Red units:
Raigh: Edgy Child
Katarina: Wayward One
Marth: Altean Prince
Xander: Paragon Idiot
Blue units:
Odin: Totally Not Owain
Lukas: Sharp Soldier
Shigure: Uplifting Artist
Camus: Cow Knight
Green:
Minerva: Red Dragoon
Frederick: Butler Perfectionist
Nino: Pious Mage
Colourless:
Blyn: Brave Lady
Takumi: Pinapple Prince
Matthew: Faithful Spy
Virion: Virgin Archer
Maria: Minerva's Sister
Pacing over to the group, I said, "Thank you for you all joining the Eternal Flames, all of you. I know that some of you may have gone on missions, some of you haven't. However...this is one mission that requires every single one of you to participate."
They all bent in closer, listening. "The plan is very simple, yet very hard to execute at the same time. First of all, we'll need Odin." Odin was now dressed in a jester's outfit, something which i thought to be quite fitting of him.
"We'll need you to impress them with some tricks of your own, Odin. I'm sure we'd all like to see some of your magical prowess." I said. I knew he was weak, but just because one was weak didn't mean he was useless. Instead, sometimes being weak was an advantage.
He started to recite some strange rituals, as a huge dark cloud came out...and he suddenly sang, "POP GOES THE DRAGON!" a draconic, yet silly-looking head popped out of the cloud, sending quite a few heroes down on the ground. I myself was slightly thrown off by the elaborateness of the trick, but I liked it. "Does anybody have any objections against him showing off?"
Before anybody could answer, Odin then started to shake, his left arm vibrating. "What is this...my magic hand is trembling! Tis trembling with sheer power, i cannot contain it! Oh, someone, please help me, before my bloodthirsty hand plunges deeeeep into someone..."
Minerva glared at Odin. "Get this fool out of my sight. I don't want to see all this nonsense." Odin gasped. "But milady, this is the art of the dark magic! Surely you wouldn't be so interested in the tale of the curse of Macedo-" he was cut short by Hautclere being thrown into his face.
I sighed. "Well...he is rather annoying. I suppose I'll revive him as late as possible."
I walked into the banquet room, looking at the 13 officials that I had invited in. "Thank you all for coming in here with me. I, Grand Summoner, have spent many pounds to set this up, so please enjoy."
They all looked at me a bit warily, as I still had not bothered to take off my cloak. I took it off, as my face was still concealed by my phoenix crest. "Why don't you eat? I feel a bit offended by the fact that I ordered the best chefs around to prepare all of you this, and you still don't trust me."
Looking at each other, they began to eat. I sat down at the far end of the table, where I could see them all. "So, would you all give me some introductions of yourselves? I would like to get to know you all, as I find it quite nice to have some friends of power.
One of them stood up. "My name is Dvalim, a chancellor of the estate of the land belonging to Muspell. It's a pleasure to meet you...who are you again?" he said, as the others laughed. "Yeah, who the heck is he?" "Man, so forgettable." "Why don't you show your face so maybe we'll remember you?"
Standing up, I removed my cloak, to reveal the phoenix crest that hid my face. "Will this suffice, gentlemen?" they looked at each other, and shrugged. "So, Grand Summoner, what have you brought us here for?"
Before i could say anything, Odin suddenly ran into the room just as I planned. "Fear not! I sense the curse of boredom on this room, and I, Odin Dark, shalt free you of this horrible, terrifying curse!"
Meanwhile, the musicians began to play yakety sax as odin yelled out curses, and other random bullshit as that. "Oh good sir, what is your name?" He said to one of the officials.
"My name is Daim. What brings you here? Will you stop all this nonsense?" Odin gasped. "Oh?! Someone who needs a bit of enlightening! I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
He pointed at two figures. "Warriors of evil! I shall show you my prowess in magic!" Everybody frowned as he pointed at the two figures, who happened to be training dummies, far from warriors of evil.
"Take this! I'm overdoing it-as usual!" a bunch of blades fell onto the dummies, and as the dust cleared, the dummies were still standing, with their usual grins still on their faces, almost as they were taunting him.
I raised an eyebrow, as he activated his special, Moonbow. "You can't hide from me, warriors of evil!" Some of the officials were starting to crack up due to the intense stupidity and ridiculousness of the situation.
I yelled at him, "Moonbow won't work! 0 resistance minus 30 percent of 0 is still zero!" Odin just kept on shouting as he kept trying to ineffectively destroy the dummies.
"The radiant hero speaks! BY MYSTLETAINN! Fine, fine, everything's fine!" I frowned, as he was stealing quotes from others, not that it mattered too much. "I'll do my best!"
The dummies were still standing, perpetually smirking at him. Eitre then used a fireball to burn the dummy up, and looked at Odin. "Your magic is rather pathetic." Odin shook his head, spinning around. "You have not seen my full potential yet! I am the descendant of a bloodline of Hero-kings, and also the descendant of a pink-haired pegasus knight!"
He paused for a second, flamboyantly covering part of his face. I kept on watching him, my eye occasionally darting to other places. He had an exemplary talent for drama, though his combat skills were rather horrible. Sometimes, even if one were not suited for combat, one could still be an useful asset.
"Allow me to sing a song for all of you!" Odin made the entire room shine with bright, harmless energy that resembled electricity, and out of nowhere, lightning resounded across the room, much like electric guitars.
"Whoa-oh-oh-oh-ah-ah-ah-aaaa-ha-ah-ah-ah! WHOA-OH-OH-OH-AH-AH-AH-AAAAA-HA-AH-AH-AH!" I grinned as he sang the song. It was something that I had taught him during training. While everyone else was busy honing their combat skills, I had given some tips for Odin.
"So, Summoner Kyren, you ask for me to step into the jaws of death, and give them a good old display of my power?" I nodded. "You may not be the strongest hero around, but I trust that you are the bravest amongst us all."
He bowed to me. "Thank you for such trust in me, Summoner! I will dedicate my tome and my skills to you! On another hand, would you mind giving me some advice?"
I nodded. "Alright. Music is always good. Like...does this fit you?" he scratched his head. "what are you talking about?" i cleared my throat. "Just wait a second." "Whoa whoa whoaaaaaaa..." I began singing the best part of Lost Horizon-The One.
After I was done, he laughed. "This is such an amazing song, Summoner! So powerful, no word could fit to describe it, nor would any word be fit to be put in as a lyric! Very well, I shall use this!"
I glanced at him, as he kept on singing and singing. As I ate my food, I noticed that he had been singing this for 5 minutes, and didn't know when to stop. As I waited for someone to stop him, Lord Brock slammed his table. "Jester! You either switch for a better song, or shut the fuck up!"
Odin nodded, and started to sing Jiyuu no Tsubasa, a german/japanese song. I had given the lyrics to him in what it sounded like in English. "Oh well my son is very hungry, did his best as a Korean! well my sempai fine help me seize the deed, kill them Hitlerans!"
While the lightning boomed around him, he had a laughing seizure. I clamped my head, forcing myself to not bang my head on the table. I knew this was a song that he would like, but he was ruining it.
"You won't take me to Korea! You turn on my dick! Send Kami while you gain this high five!..." I didn't pay attention to the embarrassing lyrics, and kept eating my food, and had a swig of Muspell's best wine. As soon as I tasted it, I swallowed it down bitterly. What the fuck was this shit?!
"So cool of my broom! You could be a cyclops!" I groaned, wondering why i didn't secretly bring earplugs. As he finished, the officers grabbed tomatoes, and started throwing the red squishy balls at him and the musicians. I followed suite as well, deciding to blend in.
As Odin whisked himself out, he yelled, "Hark! I have lifted the curse of boredom on you all, but I! Odin Dark, shall be back, to save you all from the dangers that may encounter you all again! Away, away!"
I went to the center of the room, and bowed to them all. "I apologize for the performance that this jester has made, as I invited him. I will take care of him personally." The officers shrugged.
"Meh, he's fine." "Better than you. Boring as shit." "Yeah, the tomatoes were the best, as with his stupid attitude." "Man, I would be more appreciative if you were like him." "Fuck, was he a peasant? We kick shit like that around all the time."
Oh...but the real fun's about to start. I thought as I walked back to my seat. "Anyway... if you all want me to brighten up the mood with some odd behavior of my own, I shall do it." I bit my lip, trying to buy more time. Odin had been rushed off prematurely, and I wasn't keen on discussing governmental things, because as far as I could find about them, the officials were simply representatives of the power they had in their hands, not individuals that really wielded the power.
"Yeah, sure." "Entertain us, bitch." "Dude, he's a boy." "Then he's still a bitch!" "How do you know it's a boy? Under that phoenix mask, could be the face of a girl! After all, look at that hair!" "Wait, it?" "Yeah, it." "Let's just call it it!"
Under my breath, I cursed at them silently. "媽的智障。。簡直就像一群豬。。幼稚的很。(fucking idiots...just like a herd of pigs, they're so immature.)"
Standing up on my spot, I said to them, "Anyway...why did I quit my job of crushing cans?" they didn't answer. "Because, it was soda pressing (so depressing)!" None of them laughed, and I knew i had to keep this up, no matter how lame they were. I had better jokes anyway, not that i wanted to share them.
"EVERY 60 SECONDS IN NIFL!" i yelled, trying my best to not surprise them. "A minute passes." they glared at me, obviously not taking the bait. It didn't matter. I just needed that one minute.
"When a woman said, 'I look fat. May you give me a compliment?" I waited for anybody to answer, not that I expected anyone to. "Her husband said, 'You have very keen eyesight.'"
Of course, nobody really laughed. "What's long, brown, and sticky?" someone groaned. "Fucking kill me already!" I replied, "A stick!"
There were grumbles and mumbles of distaste and disgust. "Goddamn, that was bad." "Fuck it, I preffered the jester." "Seriously, why is it even the Grand Summoner?"
I resisted my urge to attack them, bowing with grace. "Thank you for letting me entertain you all. It was nice knowing your...interests." More murmuring and complaints were heard. "Just so you know, you're not welcome." "Fuck, a waste of time. It better not invite us again!"
As I sat back down to eat, the clock rang nine times. Nine times...I realized that there was a reason why I said nine. Because, nine was the unlucky number...but not for me.
A flurry of owls burst into the room, and caught Gajar by his entire body. He let out a cry of terror as the red owls surrounded him, and disintergrated him into a bloody mess of what once was a humanoid.
I looked in the direction, and saw Katarina holding her hand out. "D-did I do a good job?" I immediately motioned for her to keep quiet, as I still had a cover that I shouldn't blow.
The heroes jumped down, breaking through the windows and landing on the floor. They were all dressed in golden and blue armor, and with blue jewels on their chests as well. Taken from the Nifl soldiers, they were now dressed as Nifl assassins.
I could barely resist giving a grin of satisfaction to my face. As long as I kept my guard up, I could pass off the blame. After all, there were magic recording devices that would be able to catch everything in the room.
Right next to me, an arrow buried itself right in Alfer's head, instantly killing the official. I reacted in surprise, instantly flinching. As the other officials drew their weapons to fight, the heroes attacked them as well, giving no quarter.
As Takumi landed in front of me, I immediately got a kitchen knife to attack him, as my strength stat was so low daggers were some of the only things I could wield without tiring out immediately.
I tightened my grasp around the weapon, and yelled, "Vulcanus!" My armor burst into flames, licking but not harming my skin. The power of a summoner of Muspell infused with me prevented such burn injuries, not that it protected me from any other types.
I attacked him, as he dodged two of my strikes, and then blocked the third one with his gauntlet. He raised his eyebrows, silently questioning me whether if the phoenix crest's charge had loaded up.
I put two fingers up to signify that there were two left remaining, and I attacked him twice, this time both of them striking true. He then drew his silver bow and yelled, "I'll shoot you down!"
As the arrow plunged deep into my chest, I closed my eyes, knowing that it should kill me. The phoenix crest shone with energy, supporting me with one last HP, though I lay on the ground as if I was dead, my eyes opened wide as if I had seen a ghost.
I could hear voices all around me, clamouring over the immediate danger. "Fuck! It's Nifl assassins!" "Man, stop talkin shit, we gotta survive this!" "Could it have ordered for our deaths?" "Naw, look at it! It's right over there, dead as a stone!" "Man, such a weakling. First to die."
Doka ran to the magic recording device, bow. "Please, help us! There are assassins arouind! Send help over here right now-" He stared in shock as Matthew threw a dagger into the magic recording device, and ran off into the shadows as Doka chased after him, hollering.
Before Doka could follow Matthew any further, Frederick ran to him, his gray armor now replaced with gold, with a golden helmet and visor covering his face. "For milady Fjorm!" he yelled, and smashed Doka into the ground, instantly turning him into a grease spot with his hammer.
Dvalim fought against Lukas, axe to lance. However, before he could land a serious blow with moonbow, Marth pushed Lukas out of the way, and jumped over the blow, twisting in the air to regain his footing. Noticing that his opponent was behind him, Marth shoved his sword backwards, impaling Dvalim in the wall.
As Dvalim stumbled back, bleeding profusely and coughing blood, Marth raised his silver sword. "My prayers are with you." with that, he detatched the official's head from his body, and ran towards his next opponent.
"Ahhhhhh!" Nino screamed as green blades fell onto Brock and Runei. The two officials growled, bleeding from the injuries the blades had cost them. Nino started to run, as Brock pounced on her. "A little lass over here? You fine lass, you shouldn't be doing such unsavory business, you should be-" he turned around, reacting to a scream that escaped from Runei's lips, while a harmonic lance tore through his spine.
Shigure flew off, with Brock close on his heels. From his harmonic lance still hung what was left of Runei, and he shook it, the remains dripping down. Brock knocked an arrow, pointing at him. "You won't get past me!" The arrow struck true, and my eyes widened as the pegasus reared in pain, and the poor beast flew through the window along with its rider, crashing into the volcano's ridge outside and faded away as they expired. I closed my eyes as I heard his last words. "The sky...so beautiful..."
I gritted my teeth, wanting to join the fight, but I knew better. While I could revive the heroes themselves, there was no guarntee whether if I could be revived myself, so I would opt to not try. Besides, my health was down to the very last drop, so it would not be a wise move to jump into the fray, even though I had a few stamina potions.
Meanwhile, Nino stood up, and summoned more green blades from thin air. "I won't lose! Not me!" she squealed angrily, as all of them slammed onto Brock, instantly killing him and leaving his bloody corpse on the floor.
Nino jumped up and down in her victory, and my eyes widened as I saw Rotr, with a sword and on his horse, charge towards her. I tried to tell her to watch out, but realized that with 7 of them still around, I had a decent chance of getting killed. So helplessly, I could only watch as he charged towards her...only to be taken out by a red wolf's head. Raigh behind him. "Watch out next time."
Nino nodded, and then ran along with the other heroes. 6 to go. As the six officials charged at the heroes, Brave Lyn shot an arrow, impaling Darisin right in the stomach. Somehow, Darisin found the strength to charge on, his silver sword flashing. I looked at him, almost wishing that he would survive. He was quite a gentleman, saying nothing or expressing disgust as the others ridiculed me. But...too late. Sometimes seeing too much, knowing too much, could be fatal.
Darisin swung his sword at Nino, this time catching her right in the blade. She started to fade as the slash drawn on her torso. "I'm...sorry..." Lukas swung his lance, immediately knocking Darisin into the wall and breaking his spine, killing him.
Eitre, Durnr, Daim, Skoll, and Vestri looked at each other. "They've hunted the others down...this is the last...if we're going to die...we're going to give them hell before we do! Fuck you all, Niflems!" The heroes glared at them, and the melee heroes jumped into the fray, blocking their assualt towards the ranged heroes.
Suddenly, from Skoll, glowed an ethereal light. My eyes widened as I realized what he was going to do. He was a mage...and as a mage, he was going to self-destruct, with magic. I didn't care about my condition anymore. Yelling, "Out of the way, now!" I ran out of the range of the blast, drinking up a stamina potion, restoring me to full health
As I looked at what the blast had left over, to no one's surprise, there were two people still standing, not counting myself. Katarina and Eitre glared at each other. I struggled to my feet. "Katarina..." Eitre charged at her with his sword, and swung at her head. Easily dodging the blow, Katarina kicked him in the chest, sending him down onto the ground.
As Katarina prepared to deal the killing blow, Eitre sliced the book out of her hands, along with her forearm as well. She gasped, clutching the stump as her blood dripped onto her golden armor. I reached for a weapon, finding a dagger in my hands.
Katarina kept dodging his strikes, as I crept towards him. I gripped onto it tightly, as she gave me a pleading look, begging me to not miss. I bit my lip, and jumped towards Eitre, catching him off guard. As I struggled with him, he elbowed me in the stomach, and knocked the air and my dagger out where they were supposed to be.
Catching him in a full nelson and wrapping my legs around him, I let a few words escape my mouth. "Now...Now!" She used her left hand to stab the official in the heart, ending the struggle between us two. He glared at me, his bloody mouth breathing a question out of it. "Who...are you?"
I replied, with the alias that I had told my heroes to refer to me while we were at the summoning ruins. "Jormugandr..." His eyes widened, then closed in death as I released him. As I stumbled to my feet, I glanced at Katarina's bleeding stump. I unscrewed the cork of a stamina potion, and then I said,"Tilt your head."
She did what I said, replying with, "A-alright!" and let me pour the liquid into her mouth, restoring her arm. I looked at what used to be of the other heroes, or rather, where they used to be. The explosion caused by Skoll had killed them all, and I needed to revive them once again.
Before I could load a potion into the Briedabilik and revive them all, I noticed some bloody footprints going out of the dining room. But before I could investigate where these footprints came from, I heard footsteps, probably of guards. As I was still covered in blood, i could fake the injuries. "Katarina, get out of here, now!"
I hissed, as she was still covered in Niflem armor. She nodded, and jumped out of the window, and ran across the volcanic rocks towards the training tower. The guards went in, horrified. "Oh my flame dragon...what happened here?" "Is there anyone still alive?"
I stood up, coughing. "Yeah..."I said, as I pulled up my cloak. They all bowed. "Grand Summoner...may you give us details of what happened?" I wheezed, and said to them, "Niflem assassins...they're all dead...caught us all by surprise...my pheonix crest saved me. I will thank the royal blacksmiths later for this. The rest...they're probably all dead."
I pulled the trigger of my Briedabilik, reviving my heroes with a loaded stamina potion, though only Brave Lyn appeared before me. "Alright, Lyn. I need you to follow these bloody footprints." I whispered as I got onto her horse. "Understood, Jormungandr." she said, as we rode towards the footprints.
At the end of the footprints, was Vestri. I examined his wounds, but realized that he wasn't wounded by any of the heroes. Sure, he was definitely harmed by the blast, but...shit, this wasn't good. Someone else killed him, with a staff. It definitely wasn't Maria, as she didn't even have enough SP for her offensive staff skill.
A hand appeard on my shoulder, as a familiar, seductive voice hovered near my ears. "I know what you did over there, you handsome scoundrel." I turned around to face Loki. It was no doubt that she had killed him. But she wasn't supposed to know...and I couldn't kill her here. Lyn drew her bow, but I stopped her. "Don't."
Loki giggled, as she walked down the hallway. I gritted my teeth. Now that she had a grasp of the information and situation...unless if I could bring her down under my control, she was a huge threat. I didn't know whose side was she on. But all I knew, was that I needed to be wary of her.
Omake:
Kyren groaned, and picked himself from the pool of blood. "...I barely managed to survive..."
The guards ran to his aide, holding towels and blankets and medical stuff. "Are you fine, Grand Summoner?" "Are you uninjured?" "Do you need any medical attention?" "Do you need female attention?"
Kyren found himself being mobbed by a bunch of worrying guards. "Gah! Get away from me! None of you are my mom, and she wasn't this annoying to begin with!" But his cries were muffled by the amount of guards swarming him.
Getting out his Briedabilik, he fired a shot into the air, summoning his heroes to a location near him. To his horror, they were still wearing Niflem garb.
Kyren hissed at them in worry, and did a hand-chopping sign near his neck. The heroes at first frowned, then realized what he meant. From their whispers, were "Seriously? we have to die again?!" "I thought we were almost done..." "Well, can dying be considered a sport?"
Kyren pointed frantically, ordering them to die. They were apparently more interested in whispering to each other about the ridiculousness of the situation.
As the guards noticed them, they got in a defensive stance, as Kyren was finally freed from the mobbing. Stepping forward, Kyren decided to abuse the power of the Briedabilik.
"So you all have come to finish the job, eh? I can help you with your final kill." Pointing his right hand at them, while holding the Briedabilik in his hand, he yelled in his mother language, "聽我指令!周俊聖命令你們自盡!(heed my orders! Zhou jun shen, commands you to kill yourselves!)"
They all then proceeded to throw themselves out the windows. "Weeeeee!"
And, thanks for reading! It was so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed it!
Answers to last chapter:
Bropower125:
your hopes are not dashed!
Roblu321:
the river thing was partially based on a Persian siege technique.
No, I don't know why you didn't think of Kingdom/realm of Lies. (I take credit for that, I made it up myself)
and anyway, is there anything I could improve? Or any typos? Thanks for reading, all!
