Hello again! Thanks a ton to all those reading this, you are great. I just realised that I haven't actually described Kit yet, so he's a My Unit with body type 1, hair type 5, hair colour 12, and face type 1. Just in case you were curious. Also, if you were wondering, "Sana" is "Heal" in Latin, and "Maiorem Sana" is "Greater Heal". Finally, I would love it if you dropped a review, so tell me what you think. I expect you want the next chapter now, so...

Onwards!

Chapter 5

Snow fell in clumps all around the Shepherds. Ferox's weather was harsh, and so were it's people, if Chrom's descriptions were to be believed.

Lissa and Maribelle walked together, occasionally stealing glances at Kit. He couldn't help but feel suspicious.

It was not long before the snow became a blizzard, turning every person into a phantom, the landscape into a shadow. The world was a painting in black and white.

"Chrom!" Kit called hoarsely. "There's something up ahead! We can take shelter behind it!"

Kit heard Chrom's voice only faintly: "Good! Forwards! Forwards! I'll get the other Shepherds there!" Chrom's voice faded even more into the howling wind as Kit heard him corral the Shepherds forwards, egging them on. A shadow, much larger than anything else in Kit's vision, loomed over him. He sprinted the few strides remaining to it, taking shelter pressed close to it. Frederick and the other two horsemen were next to join him. He acknowledged them with a weary nod.

Vaike was the next. He gave Kit a manic grin as greeting. Lissa and Maribelle then staggered out of the gloom, the former smiling warmly as she walked past with her dear friend. Then Miriel sauntered out of the white. Finally, Chrom stumbled into the meagre shelter that this great shape provided.

"I see what you mean, Chrom!" Even though they were sheltered, Kit still had to shout over the brutal gale. "Anyone living in this weather would have to be tough! It's summer, too!"

It was another bone-chilling five minutes before there was any change in weather. The blizzard and the gale began to die down.

Now, Kit could see more clearly. Something glinted in the white. His eyes widened. He grasped his sword's handle. Before he could even see his first opponent clearly, he struck, diving into the snowy winds. A spear he could barely see slashed past his head. Guessing his enemy's position, he sliced low, hoping to disable his attacker. He allowed himself a small grin of satisfaction at the shout of pain he only just heard, and the tiny red marks on his blade.

He heard two sets of footsteps, one either side of him. Barely thinking about it, he blocked one axe and dodged another. He struck again.

Chrom was panicking. Kit had leapt into the blizzard, and sounds of battle echoed to his ears. The blizzard eventually died down, and Chrom looked at where he could see Kit... And three other figures. One was limping, a leg wound hindering his movement. The other two had other wounds, dotted across their bodies. And Kit, miraculously, with no wounding.

"Halt!" Thundered a new voice, even above the gale. The three who had attacked Kit stood to attention, and Kit turned slowly to where the voice had come from, atop the wall blocking them. "Who goes there? Who is the warrior attacking my soldiers?"

Before Chrom could answer, Kit stepped up. "We are the Shepherds, and Ylissean fighting force led by Prince Chrom himself!" He declared. Chrom winced at his title. "I am the warrior who fought your men, the Tactician of the Shepherds!"

"And what do you want?" Boomed the unknown voice again. It had a definite feminine twang.

"Simply to pass through in peace." Kit replied, hands up in a placating gesture. There was a pause.

"Ha!" Mocked the voice. "Do you think we are idiots? The Shepherds... Led by Prince Chrom himself... Don't make me laugh! We will duel to see if you really are what you say you are!"

"Wait- what?" Kit spluttered, the three men advancing on him again. Lissa rushed to his side, already healing the minor wounds he had received. Chrom dashed off to the side, and began conversing with a man in a huge suit of armour. The rest banded together, moving slowly across the battlefield, only attacking when attacked.

They need guidance, Kit realised. As he thought this, he blocked the spear again, closing in on his opponent, slashing the spear's shaft in half, then bringing his sword down on the warrior before him. The other two backed away, suddenly wary at the sight of their fallen comrade. Kit advanced on one, slicing and jabbing visciously. The Feroxi warrior was only just blocking each attack.

The other slowly advanced towards Kit, raising his axe, taking aim...

Lissa watched, horrified. If she yelled, it would only throw Kit off. And trying to attack would be suicide. As she stepped back, something clinked against her foot. Maybe...

As the warrior was about to attack, a spear point through the shoulder caused him to drop his axe. Lissa jabbed again, wounding the warrior's knee. He rounded on Lissa, wrenching the spear from her grasp. She gripped a staff bravely. Suddenly, the Feroxi warrior stiffened, then fell. Kit stood behind him, sword point red.

"Pretty good with a spear?" He asked, smiling. "We could use that."

"I... Uh... I don't know..." Lissa stammered. "I just kind of... Did that. Um..."

"That was awesome. Now, to get the others into order... Chrom!"

Chrom was surrounded, armed Feroxi soldiers on all sides. No way out.

Then, Kit saw something. He gaped. "Is that... A..."

A pegasus descended near Chrom, scattering the Feroxi in panic and confusion. Sat atop the beast, Sumia. She offered a hand to Chrom, pulling him on to the pegasus.

"Okay then!" Kit yelled to the rest of the Shepherds. "Cavalry, lead the charge! Miriel and Virion- take care of enemy archers and mages! Vaike! Support the rearguard!" He turned to the armoured knight. "Um... What's your name?"

"Kellam, sir."

"Kellam? Can you break doors down?"

"Think so, sir."

"Good. Kellam, break the door down! Chrom! Sumia! Air support!" He turned to Lissa. "Lissa- stay with me unless someone else needs healing." She nodded. "Go!" He called to the Shepherds. They sprung into action, Vaike slicing through enemy soldiers, Chrom and Sumia swooping in and out of the Feroxi ranks, Frederick's cavalry crashing through defences, Virion and Miriel ripping through mages and archers, Kellam ramming into the reinforced doors... And Kit, stood amongst the chaos. With a grin at Lissa, he leapt through the ruined iron door with Kellam.

The leader of the Feroxi forces, a fearsome woman, stood before him now.

"Surrender!" She yelled.

"Never!" Kit replied. They collided in a clash of weapons, sparks flying. Kit sliced and dodged, but his attacks hardly affected the armoured knight. Her spear was a blur, even though she herself moved slowly. Kit felt himself running out of options as her spear cut a gash in his leg. Throwing his sword to the ground, he leapt forwards, diving underneath his opponent's arm and leaping out behind her. As she turned, he drew his tome. Kit met her eyes for one second.

A mighty sound split the air. A ball of light formed on Kit's palm, and he launched it towards her, blasting his opponent backwards in a shower of light.

"It is clear that... You are who you say you are..." The knight managed. "Tomorrow... You will get that which you need..."

Kit turned to Lissa. She rolled her eyes, pointing her staff at his wound. "Sana!" She commanded. The gash closed itself.

"Thanks." He replie warmly. "So Chrom, what now?"

"Isn't it obvious? On, to Regna Ferox!"