ROBIN'S POV

Gods, getting constantly injured is starting to be annoying. I woke up in the medical tent, pitched between two stalls. Maribelle was standing over me. "Oh good, you're awake. I wouldn't be able to FACE my darling Lissa if her nephew-in-law died in my care!" She said in a relieved tone. "You do know we're not married yet, right?" I muttered between clenched teeth, wincing as I sat up.

Maribelle laughed. "I know, dear. But you certainly won't give up on trying to weasel your way into a position of power yet, hmm?" She said, winking. Sometimes, I was tempted to send certain members of the Shepherds to face an entire brigade of soldiers with only their bare fists. This was one of those times.

"Maribelle, Lucina and I aren't courting just so I can become Exalt's husband or whatever the official title is." I said, reaching for a glass of water on a crate next to my cot. Maribelle laughed. "I know dear, I only jest." Sure she is. Have I mentioned how Maribelle gets on my nerves sometimes? I think I have.

"Speaking of which, is she still out there?" I asked. Maribelle giggled. "Aren't you cute, looking after your wittle-" I cut her off there. "Maribelle if you say one more stupid quip I will rip all of the heart-shaped buttons off of your coat and smash them underfoot!" I yelled. Not very threatening, I know.

However, this seemed to work for Maribelle. "She's not here. I just tended to Sully a half hour ago, and through her abhorrent slew of curses, she said that Chrom and Lucina are singlehandedly trying to seize the warship." I rolled my eyes. "I swear, those two will be killed by their pride one day…" I muttered.

However, today was not that day; for a few minutes later the two came stumbling into the med tent, closely followed by Sumia, who was flitting around them assessing their physical condition. Lissa came up and gently yet firmly shooed her away so she could heal them.

"Thank Naga you're ok. I was starting to worry." Lucina said, sitting at the edge of my cot. I laughed. "I guess I need to take you seriously more often, huh?" Lucina smacked me in the face. "STOP BEING SO CASUAL! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" she screamed. I smiled. "Ok, Luce. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." I said, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

She huffed. "I think I need a bit more of an apology!" She said, smiling. I laughed, about to comply, when Ricken cut in. "No. Just no. I don't need my innocence soiled by you two getting intimate in the medical tent, thank you very much!" he said, and turned back to helping Cynthia, who had gotten her breastplate cut in two by an axe, which had then made a gash in her chest.

Basilio then ran into the tent, a bundle in his arms. "Get a medic, dammit!" He bellowed, looking around the room. "What's up?" Brady asked, walking up. In response, Basilio put the bundle on an empty cot. Carefully, Brady removed the blankets. Laying there, her breathing ragged and her face ashen gray, was Flavia.

LISSA'S POV

The chaos that is the medic tent. After two years of sitting in the lap of luxury, the turmoil was almost unbearable. Almost. Anyway, Brady and I were tending to Flavia. An axe was buried up to the shaft into her stomach. "Ok Flavia. If you want to heal, we're gonna have to pull this thing out of your chest." I said, putting a hand on the axe. Flavia nodded weakly. "Brady, get the staff ready." I said

Brady pulled out his staff as I yanked upwards on the axe. It came out, slick with Flavia's blood. "Now, Brady!" I yelled. Brady tapped the staff to the wound, which instantly turned to a pale scar. Color flooded back into her face and her breathing returned to normal.

"Now, there's the matter of this axe." I said, looking at the weapon. "I find it hard to believe that one axe could put her in a condition like that… Oh?" My eyes widened as I looked at the blade of the axe.

"Whuzzat?" Brady said looking over my shoulder. "Look, on the edge of the axe." I said, pointing. Intermingled with Flavia's blood was a green substance that completely coated the blade. "They're usin' POISON?" Brady cried indignantly. "Those no-good war-causin'-" "BRADY! LANGUAGE!" Maribelle screeched from the other side of the tent while patching up her 'Freddy Bear'.

Chrom might want to hear about the whole 'poison' business, bur then again he probably already knew. Anyway, the matter at hand was probably more pressing. "We won…" Chrom said, one arm in a sling. Basilio shook his head. "But was it really a victory? Our army is in shambles, and that was only their goddamn vanguard!"

There went the morale of the Shepherds. "You've got to be kidding!" Sully bellowed from her cot. "We got TRASHED! There ain't one person who didn't fight who didn't get injured!" She was right. How on Earth were we going to win this war?

Jack's Corner

Today's 2/3 upload. We finish up Chapter 12. Honestly, warning in advance, it took me a long time to think of a good way to write Chapter 13. So, forgive me if its not up to standards.