Author's Note: This is MY first fanfic, me being what Aire-boy calls Patri-San. Forgot the author's note last time so here it is now. This is a story of team Chrome (CHRM) on their needless to say wacky adventures. What's neat about this is that Aire and I are writing two different perspectives of the same story, making dialogue a pain in the ass to sync. Have fun reading and do please leave a review, all criticism helps.

A Chrome Finish: Mara

Chapter 2

What we were met with as we came to the clear was the king of snakes and then some. It seemed to be a King Taijitu with a twist, and that being a total of 9 heads. I briefly evaluated my two options; Option A, Chroma and I run away a leave the pair to complete our own initiation, or Option B, we fight the hydra and possibly die. It didn't take long for me to decide on B.

Our pair in despair was a girl to my fight actively engaging the snake, and a boy that was currently getting spun around in one of the snake's mouths. The gal looked a slight bit taller than I am, probably 5'10 , had tan skin, some birthmarks on her face, and long brown hair. She was dressed in a shirt with long sleeves and very loose cuffs paired with some worn out jeans.

The real damsel in distress, however, was the male. He currently wasn't having the most fun of times, being whipped around and all. From what I could see, he was white, fairly muscular, and hair that looked like it was dyed with oil.

We stood back and watched him get flung around, but after the sixth lap it stopped being funny, so we moved in to help. I started spinning my sickle after he passed us, and threw it out as he was approaching for the seventh time. The chain wrapped around one of his legs as I braced myself for the sudden pulling that was going to happen. As the distance between us just about reached the full distance of my chain, I pulled back towards myself. Successfully freeing him from the monster's grasp, I helped him up from the ground. With everyone ready enough, we spread out; in reality, this didn't make a difference, considering it had nine heads

I kept my sickle at hand and began swinging my hammer in slow, deliberate circles, as I knew we'd have to fight defensively in this situation. As one of the beast's heads lunged at me, I dodged right and hooked it's mouth. As I rode with the head, I pulled myself up into a mount.

Taking a moment to look for my companions. The female seemed to be using a set of claws, with what looked like dust vials in her palms and fire at her fingers. I wasn't sure what the other guy was using, I'd ask him about it later. Chroma was doing his thing, kneeling and taking shots at whatever head available. They all seemed to be doing fine.

Refocusing at the task at hand, and stabbed my sickle into one of this head's eyes. It immediately started to thrash around, trying to throw me off. Giving to it's wishes, I hopped to the ground and tried to gain distance. Turning to face the Grimm, I bound my weapons and readied my staff. To no one's surprise, all but one head was facing me; that one head being pummeled and slashed at by one fantastic gal.

Standing my ground versus eight heads of giant snake is terrifying, but there was no way I was shaking it's attention at this point. Pointing my staff's hammer at the beast, I either heard or thought 'Just get in it's head', not sure which. And with that single statement, the dumbest idea sprouted. With the Taijitu lunging at me, I ran towards it open mouth and jumped.

Oh how I wish I could have seen the others faces, but no, all I could see was a world of snake mouth. Upon entrance, I fired off a shell and drove my blade skyward. I was quickly wedged between the bottom of it's jaw and the wound that probably drove through the top of it's head.

The beast hadn't even completed the lunge before the head collapsed dead. Once I emerged and this fight was over, I expected either a group hug or various slaps to the face. However, with a fight still on our hand, that would have to wait. A daring move and a slightly more dead snake was my cup of tea, and I'm sure the others appreciated it too. Emerging from the dead head's mouth, I see that the one head that wasn't focused on me was also dead, crushed and shredded by the lady with claws. Two heads down, seven to go.

By the time we had killed two heads: I was almost swallowed, some dude was getting smacked around, Chroma was doing hell if I know, and the random chick was being a bad ass. We regrouped, because we were hardly getting anywhere. Standing together, we're trying to come up with absolutely anything while trying not to die. It was surprising I heard the clicking of one of Chroma's gizmos over all the chaos, but it was enough to get my attention. He looked at me, a spear in hand, saying I've got a plan. He continued Hey Meat Shield, how far can you throw claw lady? He promptly responded with My name is Robin, and she's Hazel.

Okay Robin how far can you throw her?

Robin shrugged High?

Good enough for me. Now, when he throws her, I need you to hit this spear up to her Mara. Hazel, when you get up there, throw this spear straight at the Grimm. If my calculations were correct, the spear should do the rest.

I looked at him like he was a mad man, saying What are the odds of this working? His only response being I'd say roughly ten percent.

I'm pretty sure Hazel heard, because she turned at us and yelled IF THOSE ARE THE ODDS WHY ARE WE BETTING OUR LIVES ON THIS? And, Chroma being Chroma, says nothing but You know, you're kind of cute when you're angry, probably winking at the same time. I chuckled and said At least it's a plan claw lady.

As Robin and Hazel moved into position, Chroma handed me the spear that was supposed to be our salvation. With everyone now ready, we put our ludicrous plan into action. Robin made a sort of cup with his hands allowing Hazel to step up. I was amazed at how high she flew from such a simple throw, but now was not a time for awe. I pretty much catapulted the spear with my hammer, sending it flying straight towards Hazel. In a single move, she grabbed the spear, spun in the air, and launched the spear towards our predicament. I could have swore there was a mach cone for the small time it was traveling towards the ground. The spear split into 3, then 9, and 27, and just continued splitting until until it pierced the monster, making it look like an over-sized pincushion.

After that spectacle, all there was to say was Wow, we didn't actually die

Chroma and I accompanied Rabin and Hazel to the shrine, where they picked out the other white queen pieces.