Author's Note: And here's the Oscar-Kieran chapter!

Kieran rode around the conversations happening between the people and their copies. No doubt Oscar, that squinty eyed b****** was in there milling about with all of them.

Kieran charged into to search for his rival. "Oscar, where are -" he stopped short.

In front of him, someone who sported the same colour armour was yelling at the Begnion Senate, currently half cowering in a corner and half whispering to each other.

"I am Kieran, second commander of the Royal Knights ... and your doom!", shouted the man, waving his axe at the fearful senators.

Or, at least, he was. While swinging his axe around his head, he accidentally nicked himself, causing blood to begin pouring from the wound. A visibly shaken healer ran up towards him, wanting to heal the gash, but holding back, not wanting to lose his head.

PoR Kieran's annoyed look at not being able to find Oscar was slowly replaced with a big grin. He didn't need Oscar to be a rival. This person could be his rival instead. Stopping his new rival's axe swings by putting his axe in the way, he yelled in the new person's face, "I am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran!" Kieran flourished his axe here. "See me and tremble!"

RD Kieran did not like having his axe swinging interrupted. Especially not by this person who had the gall to look exactly like him, wear the same armour and also use an axe! As the white–robed healer swiftly ran in close behind him, held up a heal staff and ran to a safe distance, he retorted.

"Pah! Like I would tremble to the likes of you. I slew the Giant Spider of –"

"Snort. I did that and fought the Giant Whippoorwhil of Southern Crimea –"

"Hah! I defeated that Whippoorwhil too! But I'm sure you didn't take on the Giant Scorpions of –"

"Giant Scorpions? Don't get me started. What about the Mad Crocodile of Upper –"

"WHAT?"

RD and PoR Kieran were both furious. Here they were staring right at someone who looked exactly like themselves, wielding the same weapons, wearing the same armour, and claiming the same achievements.

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"Rrrrrraugh!"

Both Kierans simultaneously swung their axes at each other.

A resounding clash echoed throughout the space. Even the senators broke off their conversation to watch Kieran fight against … another Kieran.

Where most of the Crimeans were, the Geoffrey's wondered about the sanity of their second in commands, the Elincia's, Lucia's, Bastian's, and Greil Mercenaries were too busy rolling their eyes, and the two Makalovs were too busy placing bets with each other on who would win.

The RD Kieran quickly gained the upper hand. Using his strength, he managed to push back the PoR Kieran with every attack. The PoR Kieran was struggling to make sure his blocks held.

Just as suddenly as the RD Kieran held the advantage, the fight was soon over. The RD Kieran locked both axes together, then swung wildly to a side, the force of the swing ripping the PoR Kieran's axe out of his hands, to embed in the floor right in front of a stunned Valtome, who let off one of his "Uwee hee hee" giggles/shrieks, before fainting into Lekain, who promptly dropped Valtome onto the ground.

The PoR Kieran watched his axe fly through the air and miss Valtome. "So close …" (Author's Note: I hate Valtome. Everyone else?)

Then he found himself flat on the ground, and the RD Kieran raising his axe for the killing blow.

"I am Kieran, second commander of the Royal Knights ... and your doom!"

And the axe descended … only to be blocked by two spears, forming a cross, that came out of nowhere.

"Where did these guys learn to fight, the School of Bloodthirsty Manslaughter?"

"Oscar!"

"Which one?"

PoR Kieran looked at the Oscar that was on the left, the Kieran who was in the center with his axe blocked by two lances, the other lance being held by an Oscar on the right.

Something became quite clear to him suddenly. (Author's note: I didn't know how I would stick this in any other way, but – yeah, the years of blood loss for Kieran [especially from his head] really have taken quite a toll, eh?)

He pointed up at the person who was about a metre away from cleaving his skull in half. "Are you not also a Crimean Royal Knight?"

RD Kieran pulled his weapon away from the two spears and held it at the ready, but not in a threatening position and saluted. "As a Crimean Royal Knight, I salute you! For glory! And justice! And all that kind of stuff!"

"So … you're an older version of me …"

RD Kieran lowered the salute, looked confused for a moment, and then spoke. "There is no way you are an older version of me."

The Oscars facepalmed. Pointing to the PoR Kieran, one noted and explained to RD Kieran that the PoR was younger than the RD by three years. Upon figuring it out, the RD Kieran helped the PoR Kieran up and returned his axe.

They spent some time talking to each other about their various adventures, like wrestling giant bears.

The Oscars, having broken up the fight, went off to cook.

Author's Note: Hopefully this one was entertaining! I trawled through all of Kieran's support conversations in PoR to figure out what they claim to have fought – and threw in the wrestling giant bears (thanks to Kieran and Rhys's A support – "Hmmm... I guess I'll just...sit down here and... knit...something... Ooo, look! A bear!" "No, Kieran! Noooooooo!")

So, quick recap – PoR Kieran's looking for Oscar, but notices RD Kieran. He tries to make RD Kieran his new rival. They get pissed off after they find that their boasts are the same, they wear the same armour and they look SO similar (like I wrote above, losing that much blood from your head probably leads to impaired judgment. And impaired judgment on both of their parts, means they can't recognize that they're fighting themselves.) They fight, RD Kieran winning due to better stats. The two Oscars (RD and PoR) block the killing blow with their lances, and the Kierans finally figure it out, and tell each other stories instead.

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