Now, how about we pretend like it hasn't been nearly six months since I first posted this Chapter ? For those of you who were interested in the following, honestly I'm sorry. Life hit me like a truck and circumstances made it so I had more important matters to attend to. Now that things have settled, I should be able to post more regularly, though I can't promise punctuality.
All he could see was white. The woman's frame casting a soft shadow over his still recovering form. Twin tails cascading down her youngish face only to stop mere inches from his own as her warm brown eyes locked with his own pale grey orbs. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a deep sigh.
« I am thanks to you.» breaking eye contact, he looked around as hurried footsteps rushed towards him. Battle instincts kicking in, he sprang to his feet, scavenging the nearest available sword from the floor before positioning himself in front of his savior. Sword brandished towards the trio now standing before him.
Better be safe than sorry
One was dressed almost entirely in blue, with matching blue hair and an ornate sword in his hand. Alongside him was a young blonde girl, wearing a frilly yellow dress while clutching what seemed to be a healing staff in her hands. Alongside them a stood a imposing older looking brown haired knight, fully clad in armor.
« I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt as you don't come across as Bandits. State your business and don't make me hurt you. » His voice was cold, but his breathing was ragged. The near death experience affected him a lot more than he'd care to admit.
Stepping forth, the blue haired man spoke up, his palms raised placatingly.
« Don't worry uh…. »
« Jett. »
« Right. Worry not Jett, we've come here to take care of the bandit. You should rest while we take care of the stragglers. » He seemed confident enough in his abilities. But as nice as it sounded to let them take care of the rest, Jett wasn't a quitter.
« I don't know you people, but I owe her one. » he said nodding toward the white hair girl. « The least I could do is help with the last few bandits roaming around. Their leader headed to the church some time ago. The name's Jett by the way, nice to meet y'all »
« I'm Chrom, pleased to meet you »
« Name's Lissa ! »
« You can call me Robin. Nice to meet you »
« I am sir Frederick, you would do well to remember it ».
Looking around his newfound companions, he felt a small smile tug at his lips. « Well then, now that we're all buddies. Any one got a plan ? ». He genuinely hoped someone had a better idea than charge in and start swinging. As far as he was concerned, it only worked half the time.
Before anyone else could even start thinking, Robin spoke up.
«We've taken care of most of the bandits on our way here so reinforcements won't be a thing. It should be fairly safe to just waltz in and start swinging swords away, but just in case he does have something up his sleeve, we'll be smart about it. We'll have Chrom and Jett take point. With both wielding a sword it should bind the leader in a two on one duel. Frederick, you can repeatedly land opportune blows whenever the Bandit gets too invested in the duel while Lissa and I will be staying further back. That way our backlines are secured and Lissa can still take care of any injury that might occur. » looking around, almost everyone seemed to be on board with the plan except Frederick, whose frown almost overshadowed his own eyes.
« And pray tell, who made you leader ? Milord surely you must-» Chrom didn't bother letting him finish his sentence.
« This is a sound tactic and better than what I could've come up with on such short notice. We'll go with that.» raising his sword in a rallying motion, he let out a cry as he headed forth.
The group soon followed suit, hurrying towards the chapel. Once inside, they spent a few seconds to make inventory of the situation.
Situated right at the other end of the chapel, was the selfsame bandit leader that passed by him earlier, sitting back with various sacks of loot scattered around him. Noticing the the group of individuals violently barging through double doors, the man got up, collecting his axe along the way as he laughed loudly.
« Would ye look at that, gruffy boy over here actually managed to survive ! Shame ya won't be so lucky twice. As for the rest of ye, try to keep up! »
Not waiting for any witty comeback, The bandit leader threw a violent cleave towards Jett, forcing him to raise his sword up defense. The metal collided, sparks erupting from steel clashing against steel as the two weapons bit into one other.
Seizing the opportunity, Jett decided to break the bind as he delivered a front kick to the man's stomach, forcing him back a few paces. With some newfound space to breathe, Jett decided to set himself in a plow guard. Handle right above his thigh as the point was tilted upward, aimed right at his opponent's throat. He had the range there, and it'd be better if he made use of it.
Meanwhile, Chrom sprung into action. He committed to a comically large spin as he put all his strength in a single strike, clearly trying to bisect the man in two, and to give him credit, it probably would've worked had the swing not been so telegraphed. Unfortunately however, the bandit leader saw it coming. Stepping out of the way just in time, he still got nicked above the arm, allowing hot blood to trickle down his exposed muscles.
The pain didn't phase the man nearly as much as Chrom expected. Recovering from his momentary loss of balance brought by his grandiose move, He had little time to bring his sword up to intercept the axe making a beeline for his neck.
Time came to a crawl as he braced himself, his life flashing before his eyes as panicked cries rang from various sides of the room. Eyes instinctively scrunched shut as he prepared himself to get hit by a devastating blow
A blow that in fact, never came.
What came instead was a grunt of exertion as Jett intercepted the swing hallway through. Preventing his newfound companion for losing his much needed head. The shock was still present, the need to express gratitude overwhelming. But it could all wait for after the fight, they had matters to take care of.
After pulling that stunt, Jett was once again locked in a bind, tough this time, his opponent took the initiative. Grabbing the blade with his bare hand, the axe wielding bandit violently tugged it, caring little for the blood now pouring freely from his palm as he managed to throw Jett off balance, making him momentarily lose grip over his sword.
Capitalizing on it, he headbutted Chrom. Making the man stumble back before grabbing him his collar, he swept him off his feet and hurled him towards the still recovering Jett in a display of inhuman strength, Sending the both of them tumbling to the ground, disorientated.
« Well I expected more from ye fellas ». He said, raising his axe. However, Frederick saw an opening and went for it. His spear embedded itself inside the bandit leader's thigh as he howled in pain. « Oh yer gonna pay fer that one lad ! ».
The distraction gave enough time for both Jett and Chrom to untangle themselves and get back to their feet. While one was disarmed on the other was disorientated, both afflictions were still better than prone and defenseless.
While Chrom wasted little time to head back into the fray, and Idea came to Jett.
Performing a combat roll towards his greatsword, he decided to let Chrom do the dueling for a bit. The man was having surprisingly little trouble keeping up with the bandit leader now that He himself was out of the fray.
Picking up his weapon, Jett positioned himself in the Bandit's blind spot, effectively flanking him with Chrom.
Frederick's spear was still stuck the man's leg and he figured they could use that to their advantage. He sprung forth, grabbing hold of the shaft before yanking it out roughly, blood gushing out as the nasty wound was now both open and gaping.
« Argh FUCK. I''M GOING TO SKIN YERS ALIVE » Gone was the confident façade, all was left was a man desperately looking for a way out. A way to escape the inevitable.
Jett wasted no time, he viciously kicked the man's wounded leg, forcing him to his knees.
Looking towards Chrom. Nothing needed to be said. Receiving a simple nod from him, Jett stepped back, leaning on his greatsword to catch his breath as his fellow swordsman summarily executed the
There you have it. next chapter is already written. I just have to fix any typo and hammer out any clumsiness still present in the storytelling.