LUCINA'S POV
Well, I suppose even master tacticians make mistakes. Robin, despite his idea of covering the entrances, had forgotten the fact that there would be more than just dim-witted brawn-over-brains troops out there. Upon seeing the more heavily armored units, the cavaliers and fighters backed down, and a small force of dark mages filled the halls. I saw Robin's eyes visibly twitch as he put a hand on his Elthunder tome. "Alright, LET SOME BY!" I yelled, and three dark mages spilled into the main hall. They immediately made a beeline for Emmeryn's room, but I was in their path. They stopped, and fired bolts of dark energy at me from afar. I parried them easily, and they seemed to realize cowardly tactics wouldn't work. That was when Robin came up from behind and dispatched all three. I stifled a small peal of laughter, and then frowned again. Why do I keep doing that? I shook my head and looked around for attackers.
I saw a redheaded thief pass by Chrom without a glance, and I immediately readied Falchion. However, he darted past me, popped a candy in his mouth, and decapitated a fighter in one fell swoop. "Chrom?" I called, gesturing to the candy-sucking thief. Chrom gave a slight chuckle. "He's with us." He said, then whirled around and met an oncoming cavalier. Then, the wall busted open as a woman wearing very revealing purple clothing ran in on all fours. Chrom gritted his teeth and ran at her, but I held up a hand. "Hold, Panne is not an enemy!" "Quite the prophet, aren't you 'Marth'?" he said, and leapt back into the fray.
As I watched, Panne grabbed her beast stone, turned into giant bunny-rabbit form, and ripped a dark mage's throat out. I couldn't help but be impressed. Meanwhile, Robin was surveying the battles with a frown of concentration. "Alright, Stahl and Sumia, let some in, you're overstrained!" he yelled, and a stream of cavaliers dashed in, lances held high. Flash! There was a streak of lightning and the lead dropped dead, causing the rest to curse and dismount, due to the horses not being able to step over their fallen. Hooray for cramped walkways.
However, these soldiers weren't completely inept without their mounts. Completely ignoring the others, the dismounted soldiers charged, lances and swords held high. I leveled Falchion and quickly slashed a few out of the way, but there was at least a half down left. A volley of javelins flew towards me, and I jumped to the left to avoid them. All but one stuck into the door with a nice solid sound purchase. The last one, of course, dug itself into my arm, tearing my sleeve and staining my shirt with blood. Another round of javelins bristled over the soldier's heads, and I brandished Falchion with the fiercest look I could muster. Then, there were multiple screams as Panne, (in giant bunny rabbit form) slammed into the men with a roar.
Several scenes of carnage followed, so I decided to pull the javelin out of my arm instead of watching. This, of course, sent another gush of blood down my arm. "Lissa!" I called, and the princess turned, and raised her staff. Instantly, the wound closed, and the blood began drying. Then, just as it seemed the battle would turn out in our favor, everything went wrong. There was a flash of light, and Sumia was thrown off her mount and landed on the ground with a thud, a charred, gaping hole in her armor. Stahl gasped, turned around and tried galloping away, but met a similar fate, and was thrown off his horse, muttering something about breakfast. Standing where the two had been was a tall man in a purple and black robe, and a long pointy beard. In one hand, he held a staff, and in the other an Elfire tome, which I guessed had just been used. His eyes lit up in a devilish sort of way when he saw Robin, and he took a step forwards. "Could it be?" he said, grinning. Then, he threw back his head and laughed. "FINALLY!" he cackled, and Robin began to back away slowly.
ROBIN'S POV
How nice. The creepy assassin wanted me. As the man charged me, tome held high, I raised my own Elthunder tome and shot an arc of electricity at him. He immediately leapt out of the way, surprising nimble for a man wearing an extremely tight robe. Then, he flipped his tome open and shot a searing bolt of fire at me. Think, Robin! How do you beat someone with superior magical strength? Wait… superior magic? Then I'll just have to be physical!
With a yell, I charged the completely off-guard assassin and slashed at him with my sword. He leapt back, but not before avoiding a (very light) slash to the chest. The assassin cackled and sent a spell flying, which I dodged. Marth only had time to duck as the spell broke Emmeryn's door open. The man's eyes lit up even more, if it was possible. "Ah, I'll have to forget you for now, little amnesiac." He said, and shot a searing bolt of heat in Emmeryn's direction.
Time seemed to slow down as Marth leapt in front of the blow, and was sent flying across the room, where she landed limply with a thud. I gasped, and then I glared at the man. He only had time to look a tad uneasy as I ran at him again. He hurriedly readied his tome and sent a blast of flame, which I avoided, and leapt into the air, and brought my sword down. Now, I would have liked for him to die in one fell swoop. Of course, that didn't happen.
He gave a sharp cry of pain, and the front of his robes were becoming damp with blood, but he was still on his feet, and if possible, more angry than before. With a growl, he ran at me. I guess I should have expected that, but I was shocked as he raised his tome and burned mine to ash. So, being the logical one, I leapt back, and pulled out my sword. Another flash of fire, and it was a pile of goo on the carpeted floor. The figure grinned, and raised his tome, intending to kill. I gulped and shut my eyes. The searing bolt of heat never came.
Cautiously, I opened my eyes. The assassin was lying on the ground; blood staining the back of his robes a deep crimson. Behind him was Chrom, holding Falchion and grinning slightly. "I guess you owe me now." He said, sheathing Falchion at his waist. Sumia and Stahl were on their feet, although a tad unsteady; but Marth was still on the ground, smoke curling off her clothes.
Jack's Corner
Yeah. The impossible has just been done. PARAGRAPH BREAKS. I'm guilty of being a little forgetful of them. Anyways, I've started making ideas for the wedding... hehehe. No hints for you guys! ^_^ But you do get... Peppermint Bark for being such great (re)viewers!