On Wings of Glory We will Carry On

God damn. We get back from Ferox, I'm talking to Kid and now I have to, no we, have to go save the creepy woman who counts hair on her head.

It was the border of Plegia and Ylisse. After a very rushed march they had arrived. This 'Mad King' had captured Miss gray hair lady according to what Chrom had told Vincent.

Bah, Mad King. He can't be more mad than I am.

Though he probably is mate.

Quiet you.

So Chrom, the Exalt and Lissa all went to negotiate with the Mad King. And guess who gets to rescue Miss Noble Princess? That's right, Vincent is on the case!

Vincent crept through the bushes as quietly as he could. They were very dry dusty ones, making it all the more difficult.

Fun times, let's see what I'm up against.

Gods dammit.

Before him were many Plegian soldiers. And right in the middle was Miss Noble Princess, Maribelle.

Chrom, this was a bad plan.

"So Vincent, do you have a plan for rescuing Maribelle?" Chrom asked at the war council meeting.

"Now Chrom, surely you know that I don't have a plan. My plan is to never have a plan because I have a thing that is like a plan, but better 'cause it's a thing," Vincent said in his usual quick manner.

All around the table covered with maps inside the large tent, everyone went quiet.

Then Chrom broke the silence, "That's…contradictory. You can't say your plan is to not have a plan."

Vincent slowly turned to look at Chrom and he slowly said, "…Fuck you Chrom. I suppose you have a better idea?"

"Given that you haven't expressed a plan makes me assume any plan is better than no plan," Chrom said, eyebrows raised.

"Fuck you Chrom, fuck you."

It's pretty amazing you didn't get beheaded for that.

Shut it voice in my head who really is myself talking to myself.

Vincent crouched lower to the ground and kept moving. He had to go slowly so as to not brush the bushes. Evil dry deserty bushes.

Alright, just sneak to the back, mages there, easiest spot to infiltrate. Go on with the plan. And never let Chrom come up with plans again, it's your job.

Vincent crawled to get a good view of the back.

All set, no better time than the present! And here I go-…wait, the hell?

Kid, no… Ricken ran up into the Plegian group, shot off a few wind spells and grabbed Maribelle by the hand and ran off with her.

. . .

He fucking just runs up, grabs the damsel in distress and gets away. Meanwhile I'm crawling through bushes trying not to be seen! Gods dammit! And now they've spotted me…oh shit.

He must have been standing in a visible place because the woman on the black Pegasus flew over, swooped down and grabbed him by the collar of his magnificent purple coat.

"My my, what have we here? Another Ylissean spy to torture?" the woman said in an evil sweet voice.

Vincent did his best to be calm, "My dear lady, I apologize sincerely, but I shall have to refuse your offer. My timetable has many things that place above being tortured, but maybe we can get together and find a time that fits into both our schedules?"

The woman shook Vincent in fury and muttered in a deathly voice, "Are you mocking me?"

"Oh most definitely."

She dropped Vincent to the ground. Vincent felt the familiar tension of magic around him. "Ah shit!" He jumped up and readied a spell for the response. A bolt of thunder was flung at him, he raised his fire shield and blocked it.

"Oh, it is on!" Vincent screamed.

He had been practicing and had gotten a few basics from Miriel, though her big words were scary. Like the fact that once you obtain a certain level of control, you only need to shout a key word from the spell for it to work. Vincent was at that stage with all his current spells, but not quite at the one where he could will magic to do as he pleased.

"Fire!" A fireball shot towards the witch lady. She dodged, but that was part of the plan. Vincent conjured a wall of flame that she crashed into.

"Damn you!" She began sending more thunder bolts at him. Some he dodged, some he blocked and some hit him. He even had to smother a fire that had appeared on his cloak at one time.

Miriel had also said something else. That you could invent spells. He had tried to do it once and never tested it. Well, not in battle at least.

No better time than the present, where is an opening!?

The witch lady never seemed to run out of magic, Vincent's was running low, he had to finish it quick. Another fire wall shield to block the lightning.

Shit! That hurt!

His shield was broken. The bolt of thunder hit him in the shoulder. He should have seen that coming.

"Had enough yet?" the witch lady said with a satisfied smile.

"Like hell! Huzzah!" And that was the word he chose to be the trigger word. Three fire balls shot out from his hand and exploded, causing a ton of smoke.

Run like hell time!

He began to run as fast as he could while the witch lady was engulfed in smoke. He saw Chrom and the rest of the Shepherds at the base of the cliff fighting.

And the Plegian troops were right on his tail.

I hope this works!

He shot a fireball near Chrom's forces to get their attention. Then he jumped off the cliff.

The wind whipped through his hair as he fell. If Sumia didn't get what he was trying to say, bye-bye Vincent.

That ground is getting too close for comfort!

Suddenly he hit something hard at a high speed. A Pegasus!

Haha! Take that assholes!

"That wasn't very smart Vincent!" Sumia said worriedly.

Vincent laughed while trying to catch his breath, a bad combo. "But it worked didn't it?" he said gasping for air amidst his laughter.

Vincent looked to see Chrom and the Shepherds driving off the Plegians. Kid and Maribelle were there too. "I'd say we did a fine job!"

"You didn't do anything though!" Sumia called back to him over the raging sounds of battle and wind.

"That's all Chrom's fault!" Vincent insisted as they touched down to the ground.

As he got off, Sumia sighed and took off again. Vincent made his way slowly over to Chrom.

Am I going to so tell him how fucked up his plans are!