Chapter 11: A New War for Survival part 2
Super Smash Bros.[ Fire Emblem: Awakening, Plegia]
In midst of the warfare on the ground, neither side had noticed that beyond the clouds descended an atrociously large flying object. The vessel was colored galactic blue, teeming with thousands of lights glowing on either side of the craft's bases. A single colossal engine behind a central construct connected both of the hulls of the ship. It very much resembled a titanic satellite, with some long columns near the edges of the main bars. (Like I said before, to elaborate it thoroughly, if anyone has Smash4 then if you make a stage in Stage builder one of the backgrounds is based above a l planet with another orange planet featuring a large spacecraft in the setting. Yeah, that's what the Dusk Templar are driving.) It neared the battle closer, until one of the Risen marching to battle looked up behind it and noticed the mysterious object. Countless others' curiosity had them look up to the flying fortress, even making some in battle stop what they are doing to stare at the new thing. Soon even Chrom and his Shepherds caught a glimpse of this phenomenon. "Umm... what is that?" Asked Severa holding a Grimleal cultist by the collar, who was also speechless by the object in the sky. Chrom looked at Lucina, hoping she would know if this happened in her future. However, she was baffled at this new event, sure of herself that Grima hadn't had something to do with this.
"Uh, Lucina, is this part of anything you know?" Robin and his sister didn't know this was going to happen in their plan. In fact they never accounted on a unidentified flying object to come out of the heavens to interrupt the battle.
"No. I have no idea in Naga's name what this is?" Lucina answered with whole truth. "If it is heavenly intervention, it doesn't look benevolent at all." After a moment, two green lights grew from the side bases of the ship, absorbing some energy from it's surroundings while it hovered above the Dragons Table. The armies looked on with no idea what this giant metal object would do besides making big glowing lights.
"Brother. I'm not sure this thing isn't from here. Our world to be exact." Robyn said to her brother anxiously. The tacticians had an uneasy feeling that this unknown entity was not in the mood for simply sightseeing. The green lights did away with any innocent assumption to it when they collapsed on themselves, then shooting out rays of deathly energy that shot out to the Fell armies. The allied Ylissean army unfortunate enough to be standing near their combatants were also annihilated by the great beams of death, having Chrom and his friends watch in horror at the destructive display. When the lasers ended their show, a massive portion of the enemy were wiped out from the fray, even their reserves. "Good Naga." After the decimation of an entire army, flocks of flying objects came out of the vessel, swarming around the Dragons Table, firing at it with rounds of their ammunition into the complex. Some other numerous air craft flew over to the other army now falling back.
"Everyone retreat! Retreat!" Chrom yelled out to his comrades. "We can't fight this otherworldly monster. Retreat! Run for your lives!" But the transports had already flown into the Ylissean forces. Giant mechanical knights dropped down from the ships, immediately engaging in combat with the human soldiers. Fighter type aircraft soared over the army, shooting at the primitive airborne cavalry. After a hailstorm of fire, the Dragons Table finally fell to the damage of the belligerents collapsing to the ground, also killing everyone presently inside.
Looking over a hill far away from the massacre, a robed young man, identical to Robin, watched as Grima's one way of resurrection be demolished. "Well shit." Supposedly cursed future Grima in his vessel from Lucina's future. "Now how am I gonna come back to my real form.
Back to the main scene, the metal behemoths slaughtered any who stood in their way, as would marauders mercilessly pick off a helpless brood of chickens (a sad, sickening image I know). They flung soldiers around with their large weapons, shooting into them with their futuristic ranged guns. The humans were mostly hopeless to the army of giants, but the Shepherds attempted to overcome this opposition. Fredrick swung his sword at the leg of a towering warrior, but his steel clanged off it, the armor too strong to be pierced that easily. The monstrous knight looked down on his attacker and swung him and his horse away in annoyance. Miriel threw a fire ball onto one knight, catching it on fire, but it continued to ravenously assault the dwarfing forces. Chrom's army was being smacked around and blasted to oblivion, with very little to do against a race of armored giants. When one stampeded toward him, Sumia threw a javelin into it's arm, sticking into the pained monster.
"Chrom get out of here!" She yelled to him. Another knight took aim at her, shooting to take her down.
"But Sumia! I can't leave everyone behind!"
"Forget about us! We can..." Sumia looked back to see a round go through her pegasus' wing. The flying animal lost equilibrium and proceeded to fall to the ground.
"Sumia!" Chrom ran to where she was crashing to, but a huge knight steeped in his way. In a fit of rage, Chrom evaded the giant's swings of it's blade, inflicting lacerations on it as he climbed around it until he swiped his Falchion to back of it's neck. The giant knight fell behind Chrom who rushed to his comrades aid. The massive ship above where the Dragons Table stood launched down a gargantuan ball down to the earth, making a huge dust cloud. [play Conquest (Ablaze) FE: A] After the debris cleared a gigantic mechanized dragon was attached to the sphere, meant to be a forward base, bellowing out to the environment. Chrom looked at this monster, comparing it to Grima. "(Is that like Grima? No, Grima is way larger than that. But...) Chrom's thoughts were hindered when the dragon on the stronghold breathed out a plasma like green/orange fire, nothing that Chrom or anyone from Ylisstol had seen. Looking to his left away from the titanic dragonoid, more of the armored troops were marching toward Chrom's position. The Exalt was about to jump headfirst into the enemies until he was pulled to the side by his daughter.
"Father! We must retreat with the others!" Lucina had specks of blood across her face, her sword, a future Falchion, was covered in a colorful neonish liquid, possibly the blood of the giant enemy.
"I'm not leaving without the rest!" Chrom struggled with Lucina's grip. It was surprisingly tight around his arm, not permitting him to leave.
"I tried to reason with them, but they wanted to buy everyone else as much time as we must." She was crying. Lucina had tears previously wiped off her face probably from the aspect of losing some of her teammates to these unidentified marauders. Suddenly both Robin's came up to them out of breath and visibly bruised from fighting massive brutes.
"Chrom! Thank Naga you're okay! We have to leave now!" Robin urged Chrom and Lucina, wanting to lead them to safety. Robyn surveyed the surroundings to alert of any enemy contact.
"No!" Chrom disputed. "We have to help the others get out of here too! No ones getting left behind!" The four of them looked and saw large rabbit shaped mechas of the Dusk Templar rushing over to them followed by 3 knights. They made short work of the cyber monsters, despite them dwarfing compared to the giants shooting at them with their guns and slamming at them with large blades. The small peons were of little challenge, carrying little weapons besides keen claws and a spinal saw blade. It could be safe to say that the Shepherds could've dispatched some of the Dusk Templar, until they slowly became outgunned, outmanoeuvred, and outmanned. The battle was lost, for everyone of this scene, not the Dusk Templar included.
"Look Chrom! Vaike and Henry are busy holding out as long as they can, and Naga knows who else is doing the same." Robyn paused to conjure a Thoron to rip through the entire left arm portion of knight attacking her, having it howl in agony to the ground. "DO NOT HAVE THEIR SACRIFICE GO IN VAIN!" Chrom thought about the reality of the battle. Not everyone is going to survive this, even with the the expertise of their tacticians, they can't plan out how to have little casualties in this current position. In order for them to plan a counter attack, Chrom, seen as their leader and someone they can place some hope in, must face a tactical retreat in order to rally his forces elsewhere. After coming to his senses, he agreed to take his leave with the rest who did.
"Yes. You are right. If I were to die now, our morale with fall if a counter strategy is in order." He conceded to the retreat. "But know this. Everyone who has gave their lives for their, country, for me, and for their people will not be forgotten. They will be avenged, and the ones who did this will have to answer for these crimes!" Robyn did want to remind Chrom that they were not in any position to be making vengeance speeches in their current state, but just for the heck of it, maybe their won't be any enemies taking this opportunity to catch them off-guard.
"Alright. Lets' move out!" [end BGM ]The quartet avoided as much conflict as they could, slaying any large machinations that dared to stand in their way. They encountered a floating equine-headed warrior, with a humanoid torso connected to aquatic tail looking strikingly like a seahorse/merman cross wielding a 5-pronged trident. It launched plasmic blasts toward any targets in sight. It also used volatile winds to keep close quarter fighters at bay, but could still impale anyone up close. They planned to regroup to the border, where the tacticians told them to go for safety. Chrom was deeply worried for Lucina, with the blood on her face not cleaned off. She must going through some thoughts to just ignore the red marks plastered across her face. She hid these emotions behind her usual façade, but she must've seen someone close to her be injured by these monstrosities, or worse. They seemed to have gone far from the conflict, hearing faint sounds of fighting in the distance. That was when Lucina stopped running with her group, seemingly out of breath.
"*Huff* *huff* Kjelle... ngh. Why?" The others looked back to her, breathing hard and looking like she was back to sobbing. "Why'd you have to get in the way!"
"Lucina? What happened?" Asked Robin very concerned with his best friend's daughter.
"Kjelle, she. She..." She covered her mouth to prevent showing this weakness to the others. Lucina is open to a fault to all her friends and family, but she still was quite shy when came to full openness of these sorts.
"Lucina." Chrom came to caress his daughter in her distraught state, holding her in his safe embrace away from the terrors of the brutal defeat. "There, there. What happened out there? Is that amount of blood on your face involved in your sadness?"
"Kjelle." Lucina hicced. "I was battling off numerous giants but, one had shot toward me and caught me off balance. Then Kjelle, she *sniff* she struck it down and 2 others, but *sniff* then she was shot in her stomach and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Then one of those savages gouged her open like a pig! *sob*" Chrom and the tacticians felt a sting of loss and discomfort of the fate of Sully's daughter. Kjelle and Lucina were great friends, even before coming to the future to help. having one of your only friends from a hellish future be gored right in front of your eyes, the blood of the wound spraying about to your face, a disheartening thing it is. "Aversa tried to help us, but... but... oh gods why!?" Lucina had seen two worthy allies, one close friend and another reformed ally be killed in front of her. She believed the tragedy of close ones dying around her would be past back in her timeline. However this horrendous circumstance broke her challenge to fate, that she would not be destined to have to suffer losses like she did in Grima's resurrection. Perhaps this fate was sealed. No matter what path it was, her world would be plagued by loss and sorrow, whether it be a fell dragon, or other worldly aggressors. "I shouldn't have come here to this time. Their's no escape from this life of torture. It must be because of our intervention."
"No. This is not your fault. Lucina, your world was consumed by Grima, not this threat. I fail to believe how this is your fault." Chrom reassured her.
"But don't you see father. If I hadn't gone against my fate, this new, worse timeline would've never happened!"
"Nonsense. I don't want to hear of this self blame Lucina. At least Grima has been prevented from coming back right?"
"But now we have to deal with something worse than him!"
"We'll find a way to make things right. I promise you this Lucina." However, interrupting their tender moment, a dust cloud of something running to them was rising in the distance.
"Another one of those giants?" Asked Robin.
"Could be a scouting party. Must've spotted us." His sister responded.
"Then let's dispose of it before it calls in the rest." Chrom readied himself to challenge any monster that marched to him, his daughter at his side wiping away the tears she had and preparing herself as well. Robin and his twin also readied themselves for a fight but then scoped even further by focusing on the object making the dust trail. The figure was small, but gradually grew in size as it neared revealing it to be smaller than the knights, but just as other worldly as they are. The figure was a man in a outfit more in color of blue and yellow wearing a yellow scarf and a familiar helmet.
"Oh good grief."
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." As the man came into view, the person sprinting at them at inhuman speed was the Shepherd's ex-prisoner, Captain Falcon, coming to their aid? He brushed past the 4 of them, skidding slightly ahead of them in a pose he did when he trampled a horde of Pikmin away in the Subspace Emissary campaign. A few second of keeping his pose later did he finally act by back flipping high up into the air, landing in front of Chrom and Lucina. "Show your moves! You didn't forget about the bounty on pretty boys head there did ya? I still haven't."
"How did get out of your confinement?" Asked Chrom incredulously, Lucina holding her sword to guard him.
"Did you honestly think some metal bars could be enough to hold a Falcon Punch? I playing you suckers on for the whole time. Pretending to be your prisoner just so the right opportunity would come. Trust me, a maximum force security prison couldn't keep me from my bounty, what makes you think a lion cage would do better?"
"I knew you were planning that the whole time." Lucina said to the racer not changing her protective stance in front of Chrom.
"Are you freaking serious!?" Shouted Robyn. "Their is an army of giant knights with superior weapons and technology currently besieging our land, and all you care about is some lowly bounty!?"
"Hey! It's a living. Now if you don't mind, hand over your poppa. Or do I have to take him by force?"
Out of nowhere, a huge metallic hand caught Chrom in it's grasp belonging to a hulking knight of the previous enemy they fought. "Peek-a-boo!" It spoke in it's alien tongue.
"Holy crap!" Shouted Falcon in surprise. "Hey that's my man, you metal dick!" However more of theirs flying assault aircraft flew around them and proceeded to fire rounds at them.
Lucina was in utter shock of her father being held captive in the crushing claws of the knight. "FATHER! You unhand him savage!" Ignoring the engaging hover vehicles, Lucina jumped high up to bring her sword down on the larger giant. It held it's unoccupied arm up, so that it's massive shoulder armor would deflect the Falchion's strike. As Lucina fell back, it felt in the mood to just crush the girl beneath it's arm.
"Lucina!" Both Robin and Robyn leaped into action by shooting out Arcfire onto the knight trying to mash Lucina. "Arcfire!" The fire balls (yum!) exploded on the big palooka's helm, making it cover itself with it's free arm. It yelled out in pain, which C. Falcon took the chance to jump up and use one of his most devastating, and most world renowned move he could conjure.
"Falcon... PAWNCH!" The great impact had the giant fall on it's gluteus area, but it still held Chrom in a vice grip. "The heck? No way anything can hold out against a direct Falcon Punch!"
"Your the reason they found us, you jackass!" Robyn hissed at the racer, who didn't seem to give a damn.
"Stop everyone!" The others looked to Chrom yelling out to them. Everyone but Lucina ganged up to keep the flying war machines from killing them, who stared to her father. "Lucina. My daughter." The giant holding Chrom in it's claws was still disoriented from the great punch, as it was still trying to get up.
"Father. I will not lose you again!"
"Don't you worry about me! You must lead the resistance now! We may have lost this battle, but the war is not over!"
"But father!"
"Lucina, I may not be around to charge against these fiends, but you will be the one to lead them for our future." Chrom took a long look at his daughter, as this could be his last moments with her, acknowledging how much she has grown despite her being from an alternate future. The Lucina from the present age is safe back at the Ylissitol castle but that didn't change that this strong, beautiful young woman was derived from the child he had bore some years ago, growing up into a twisted future. He wanted to make every minute he had with her, but the giant holding him prevented him from any desire to hold his child before he was to enter the other side. All he could do now was call out to her and wish her well in leading the the continent, if maybe the world, against the overwhelming force that not even an army of brave souls could withhold. "Please Lucina, I don't have much time. You must avenge all those lost today. Run as far away from here as possible until you can regroup with any remnants left." Upon seeing the tactician twins successfully take down a flying menace, regardless of the difficulty attempting to such, Chrom called out to his dear friends. "Robin." (or Robyn, give or take)
The spell casters looked back at their old friend possibly being crushed in the great grasp of the berserker. "Chrom."
"Take care of my daughter. Make sure of it that she survives no matter what, you here me! Look after her, and help her when she needs it."
"Okay." Robin nodded to his best friend. Robyn nodded as well, respecting her best friends last wish before the giant could take him away from the scene. As if on cue, the colossal knight got it's footing and looked over at the little ones not in it's claws. It glared at them and switched glances to Chrom, then back at them not taking the time to capture them as well. It stood and walked away from the cursing in it's alien tongue.
"Father! No!" Lucina reached out to Chrom, the man she came back in time to help reshape her fallen future by preventing his demise now being taken away by gigantic cybernetic knights that tore through their attack force. To her, her entire purpose of coming here was foiled by these unforeseen assailants that did not occur in her future's path. Her entire journey was all for nought with her home world going to ruin and her father still losing his life in the end. All she could do is fall to her knees and let the tears stream down her face as she looked at her dad being whisked away from her. Despair overtook her body and shut down her motivation to go on, her main objective for this whole thing burning into soot.
"Lucina!" Robin shouted to the girl absent-mindedly watching the fleeing knight ignore the other troops around her, itching to get a free kill. He lead his sister to help the cornered girl, but were beat by Falcon and his amazing speed, who picked up Lucina right before the converged enemies could slaughter her. He ran back to the tacticians, leaving the confused, monstrous machinery looking for their targets.
"Alright, the fun's officially died." The man set down the girl, not noticing she had been bridal carried to safety by a stranger. "I don't know about you guys but this isn't the best place to be with an army hellbent on icing us on sight." As he was about to finish, Lucina had just sprinted away from the scene, leaving the other 3 behind.
"Lucina!" Robyn called. She didn't expect to be the caretaker of such an erratic minx. "*scoff* We can't afford to lose her in this chaos. Come brother." The two tacticians ran after Lucina in hopes that none of the Dusk Templar would catch her before them.
"We?" Asked Falcon. "Since when did she become the focus of this crap?! An whut the hell was all that bull-roar back their anyways?!" He didn't see any reason to not follow them, considering they were the closest thing to his former bounty, so the decision to stay close to them until Chrom came to him. Hell, maybe they can help him out if he wants to escape here alive. With that warship in the sky, how can he possibly escape without being shot down by the swarms of enemy fighters. Speaking of such, he contacted his Falcon Flyer with his wrist communicator so that it would follow them around until the armies cooled down enough for him to warp out of this world. Luckily the spacecraft had remained cloaked so that the Dusk Templar could not find and destroy it (not that they knew who they were).
[play Duty (Ablaze) FE: A] Lucina had ran into a wooded area away from where the massacre occurred. She kept running even as her tired legs screamed in pain, wiping away tears that fell from her face. All her hard work to stop a horrible future gone to waste. If it's not Grima, then it's these monsters from the sky. Fate must be working against her for even if she interfered with the past, fate will find a way to put things as it would be, like a flowing river unchanging from a single ripple. Before long Lucina finally broke down on a lone stump in a clearing in the forest. She couldn't help finally sobbing her eyes out. Her friends and family scattered by giant soldiers, some slaughtered, some missing in action. And worst of all, her father is held prisoner (Naga forbid that he be murdered) and her mother's whereabouts is unknown. "*sniff* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" As would any anguished person would, screaming at the top of her lungs showed just how out of it she was. It was far too much to finally lose everything, to be brought to the edge of despair. She believed her future was unavoidable, that she had failed all those she had swore to protect by challenging her fate. The good news was that her screaming helped Falcon and the white haired twins find her easily, coming upon a distraught girl holding onto a stump. The 3 approached Lucina, until Captain Falcon backed away with his hands up in defence, not wanting to get involved with this drama. Robin saw how broken up his best friend's daughter had gotten,kneeling down beside her and slowly putting his hand onto her shoulder for comfort. Lucina twitched on contact but visibly relaxed a bit. He rubbed her shoulder to help ease the pain of the former event. He also felt completely distraught from the loss he suffered at the hands of the nefarious knights, he knew the Shepherds like they were like family too. To see the closest people to him be ravaged in such a way, was simply unbarable. But Lucina had already seen what Grima's dominion did in the vast loss of life, and to see it happen again paid much more urgency than what he felt. Robyn on the other hand felt reluctant to touch the girl. Even though she swore to help guide her to lead a resistance against the new threat, she still felt uneasy to her especially with her past cyncism to her. She saw the Shepherds future kids appear as well, but she kept a special watch on Chrom's daughter with her growing friendship with her and Robin. However she did feel regret for treating her badly in the past, especially that time she questioned her ability to protect Chrom if she couldn't keep herself safe. She just couldn't break her habit, but it was glad that it had been dying down for some time.
"I'm so sorry. I know it feels painful now, but we still have a chance to avenge all those we've lost." Robin assured.
"They're gone." The blue haired princess spoke weakly, done crying for the lost. "They're all just, gone."
"We don't know that." Robyn cut in. "Their could be survivors. And when we assemble them, we can plan out a counterstrike, and beat those bastards out of our realm. But we can't do that without you." Lucina looked back at her friends smiling down at her.
"We still do something about this. I promise. We won't let Chrom down, not if we stick together." He held his hand out to help her up.
"Ya think you want some chips with dat cheese?" Falcon saw the whole thing, sitting against a tree with arms crossed. He could've puked during the whole encouragement, but he kept it in rather than lose what he ate before. None of the Shepherds felt amused by the interruption, but the look on Falcon's face on what he saw behind them felt odd. [end BGM] As soon as they turned back, they saw a colossal knight looking at them through the trees it pushed through. It howled at them maybe in a way to call the rest of it's hunting party.
"Oh no. They must've sent out a scouting group." Robin said, worrying about the dire situation. The knight pushed through the branches, leering down at them with sinister intent. It drew out it's rifle and took aim at the renegades, spitting out alien words to it's short lived prey.
"Its open season." Being caught off guard the four smaller beings could not react fast enough. Falcon, in all his seen appearances outside of racing pulled out the gun in his side holster and took shots at the armored giant. However the projectiles tinged off the armor of the knight, angering it to see it's victims actually try and strike it. It continued to take a good shot to swiftly kill off it's targets, but then a whirring noise came from a nearby bush.
[play Dillon's Rolling Western: The last Ranger] "Hyah!" Straight from the right, a spinning orange-red ball rolled into the air colliding with the knight, thus hitting it down along with it's gun. The area the ball hit horrendously scratched at the plating on the warriors armor, but could not fully shred it. After the impact the rolling object fell to the ground and swept around to hit the enemy once more. The knight got back up and this time held it's arm up to hold back the gyrating sphere of terror. They locked in combat for a while, until they jumped back with the knight's arm singed from the whirring shell of the object. As the spiked sphere landed away from the menace, it unwounded and revealed cowboy fashoined armadillo with a blue tattered bandanna worn around it's neck, a western hat, a pair of brown boots, a belt holding two holsters on both sides of him, and plated gloves over it's three claws. The silver buckle at the front of his belt had a engraved design of probably a mousy sage (my best description of it, sue me B[) Over, presumably, his left eye is a badass scar, which was probably brought from a personal event of some kind, which is best not to haggle him about. He looked back to some potential allies in their shared predicament and tipped his hat to fellows in arms.
"Evening strangers."
"It speaks!" Robin screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the bipedal armadillo. The walking, talking creature gave him a questioning look, as it just so turned out that Robin was the only one their that was greatly perplexed by the image of a human-like animal.
"Please, that's not the weirdest thing I've seen." Falcon said irksomely. As strange as it may be, even Lucina and Robyn did not see it as all that abnormal. I mean for crying out loud, they live in a world where magical miracles can be conjured through books, ride upon wyverns, and to top it all off, they've met a strange man dressed out of this world and claiming to be from one too. Yeah it's not the greatest excuse, but it goes without reason why the girls didn't get freaked out like Robin.
"Yes I do, but we have bigger fish to fry." [end BGM] Meanwhile, the huge knight grew angry at being ignored and fired at them, but couldn't exactly lay a hit as they avoided the bright rounds. Falcon and his 3 compadres hid away from the fight and saw something at the edge of their eyes. A person dashed past them toward the giant leaping on its body, maneuvering around like a squirrel on a person lacerating different parts on the knight. Another caped figure flashed from the bushes beside the giant, swinging his bigger sword at the left leg, forcing the adversary to kneel over. The mass of cybernetic armor flailed about, aiming to kill the small people cutting it. Both swordsman successfully crippled the knight with the lighter warrior cutting its throat as he jumped off his deathly canvas. Between the duo, Lucina noticed that the blade being sheathed by the more slender feller looked awfully like the legendary sword Falchion from millennia ago, the very same sword that both Chrom and she wield to combat the most vile of evil. The technique being used by the swordsmen looked like an art swinging the Falchion with skill unrivalled, but she knew how they went down since she practised them to her furthest ability. It's just when he moved, it looked like it was performed with full mastery, not at all shaky or lacking grace. Lucina was indeed adept at her swordplay, but it felt more amateurish compared to the mystery person. It was quite obvious he was of royal birth, his clothes of excellent quality and donning a headband similar to Lucina's tiara. He wore a tunic coloured a tanned blue outlined in yellow over brown pants. He had a brown belt wrapped holding a hilt for the Falchion around his waist, and also walked in brown adventurer boots. Underneath a blue cape with an undercolor of red connected by a red broach, he was equipped with grey shoulder/breastplate armor. The man brushed his hair out of his vision just like Lucina habitually does. His short blue hair. *Bzzm* The realization zapped through Lucina's thoughts when the pieces fully intermingled into a big picture.
"Hold on a minute?" The Exalt Princess exclaimed. "You wouldn't happen to be...?"
"Hero King Marth!" Said Robin with more surprise than necessary. "How is this possible?! It goes beyond all logic! How did you happen upon our timeline? Perhaps you had Naga send you forward in time to help us, like Lucina here, or is their a more convoluted mean to your appearance?!" The poor tactician was too busy interviewing the first Exalt to notice a certain look-a-like seething in anger.
"Robin! You clueless ninny!" She proceeded to pummel him like exaggeratedly angry child, in a deformed chibi fashion.
"Gah, Lucina! Did I say something that offended?! Ack!" Guess he didn't consider that Lucina had wanted to introduce her ancient ancestor and role model she idolized for her alter ego. Robyn ignored her brother being clobbered by Lucina and approached Prince Marth and his two companions.
"As well as it is to see you, your Exalt sire," She bowed to the Hero King of old. ", but is their reason for your involvement in this time?"
Just before he could respond, his more muscle toned ally interrupted Robyn's questioning. "We have to move out now. Who knows if their are others stalking our position." He glanced back at the princess raising her fist up at Robin, holding his coat toward her, as he awaited for the strike. "We can elaborate this situation elsewhere. Let's move!" Lucina looked away from Robin, setting him down, and following the others. C. Falcon was not entirely enthusiastic about the constant travel, but it's better than standing and waiting for more of those humongous psychopaths to end his life, so he proceeded to follow as long as he could be briefed on the whole conflict going on. The armadillo fella looked back to see if any hostiles were too close then rushed off into the bushed like the others. In the distance past the trees, the engines of war and destruction rampaged to the spot where one of the comrades was cleaved down pursuing any rival sentient life to catch and skin alive.
Trophy Description: Knightscourge
The sinister shipmaster of the Dusk Templar Carrier-class warship, "the Holocaust". Once just a warrior in the genocidal ranks, but when the invasion of the galaxy was halted, he butchered the last shipmaster of "the Holocaust" and assumed command of the unused armies aboard. With his main purpose out of the question, he, unlike any other Dusk Templar, took to trophy hunting and embarked on numerous hunting trips for the most dangerous game. With little protection of their last invasion, he has returned with his carrier and after some intensive research on the inhabitant heroes and champions of the galaxy, intends to capture them and hold them as trophies as long as they live. He, like his brethren, shows no regards of his preys sentience and merely sees them as trophies he can mount on his wall, limiting him from restraining on the brutality of his hunting tactics. He will not stop until he has collected his full quarry and make his collection of the most dangerous game beyond compare.
Smasher appearances: Marth; Ike
So how was that? It may seem a bit long, but their will be extra trophies for him and his forces along the way. It looks like this chapter will probably end on the next one, but I ask of you faithful reader to be patient with me and forgive me on my procrastination. It seems i've been plagued by the writers block frequently. So I wish to thank those of you who tolerate my incompetence, and thrive to finish this story as soon as I can. See ya until next chapter!