GANGREL'S POV

Now, I'm sure everyone is wondering how I survived a direct sword to the chest way back in Plegia, so many years ago. Let's not pretend at that point you WEREN'T screaming for my death. Filthy hypocrites.

Anyway, I thought I was a goner too. I lost a lot of blood after the blasted Prince used that special sword trick. I was knocked unconscious, barely breathing and horribly wounded. I woke up, I think, a day later. Someone had bandaged my wounds. There was also a canteen of water lying next to me on the grass.

My mystery rescuer, although I didn't know at the time, was Emmeryn. Yes, she was alive. Her memory and speech were greatly damaged by the fall she took, something I now regret. She can barely speak in full sentences and she doesn't seem to remember the horrible crimes I've committed against her.

So all in all, she is the real reason I'm fighting here. Speaking of which, back to the fight.

The arrival of five healthy reinforcements (With the exception of Walhart I suppose) bolstered the Ylissean's spirits. Already, we were gaining ground back from the Risen. The small shrine was about a quarter mile away. Our destination. Theoretically with one of the last outbursts of Naga's power she could give, the remaining Risen should vaporize.

Already, Robin's strategy was being put into place. Sumia and Chrom flew overhead on Sumia's Pegasus while the other mounted riders flew below, providing cover from the Risen Archers, which Ricken and Miriel were picking off from below.

I raised my Levin Sword, pointing it and the nearest Risen. With a flash, a bolt of light flew from the tip of the blade and impaled it through the chest, causing it to dissolve. With a satisfied smirk I turned and repeated the gesture on another Risen running at me. Almost too easy.

I quickly did a vertical leap to avoid a throwing axe, which whizzed by harmlessly under my feet. I landed, and, swinging the Levin Sword towards my target, send a Risen off the mountainside leaving behind a trail of miasma.

As I turned around to face the next Risen, I was blinded by a flash of light blue light.

ROBIN'S POV

Blue light was pouring out from Chrom, along with a scream of pain. I didn't dare to touch him, that light was annihilating the Risen, who knows what it would do to me, Grima's vessel.

Smoke was curling off Chrom as the completed Fire Emblem trembled in his hands, the five gemstones glowing in unison. Falchion lay on the altar in front of him, trembling as the blade glowed faintly, the shine increasing in strength each passing second.

With the clang of steel of marble, Lucina and Lissa ran in, fretting. I held out a restraining hand to keep them from touching Chrom. Even if they had Naga's blood I wasn't going to take a chance.

Chrom's skin had turned a faint red, and the Emblem became completely cloaked in light. "Hang on Chrom!" I urged as one hand went slack, leaving the Fire Emblem wobbling precariously on his open palm. There was a flash as the blade lit up in orange and blue.

"Father, you can let go!" Lucina yelled as the shine around the sword died. However, Chrom showed no sign of stopping as he let out another scream of pain. "Chrom!" without second thought, I leapt forward and smacked the Emblem out of his hand.

There was a sound like a sonic boom as I flew into the marble wall. With a muffled thud, Chrom and I hit the ground at the same time. Lissa and Lucina hurried to my side. "Yikes, Robin. That was dumb even for you." Lissa said, smiling faintly as she pulled out her staff and tapped it to my head. Instantly, the aching pain vanished.

Lucina offered her hand, and hoisted me to my feet. "Thanks" I said, nodding. Chrom was still lying spread-eagle on the floor of the shrine, apparently unconscious. Crona ran in, panting. Except for a scratch on his cheek and dust covering his black clothes, he was unharmed.

"The Risen are gone, but Grima has passed over to Ylisse. We estimate that at the slow speed he's going, he'll reach Ylisstol in 8 hours." He said, wiping his brow. Lucina and I looked at each other. Obviously Grima was still suffering from the injury we dealt him.

Suddenly, Crona fell to the ground with a soft whoop. Lissa tensed. From the view out of the doorway, similar things were happening to the others. Lissa swooned, leaned on her staff for a few moments, and then fell onto Crona.

"Be at peace, Awakeners. You are battle weary. You must keep your wits about you for the final battle." Lucina reached for my hand as my knees buckled, and everything went black.

Jack's Corner

Back from vacation! I apologize for not having a chance to upload during last week. So here we are, Falchion has became Exalted once more! Will the Ylisseans be able to stop Grima before he can destroy Ylisstol? Eight hours is how long the Fell Dragon will take at his weakened speed; he may very well pick up the pace and destroy the capitol. Stay tuned! ^_^