Validar (coughing blood as he's impaled by Ragna's Devoured by Darkness claw): You fool… you cannot kill me… I have... plot armor…
Ragna: I have a BlazBlue; plot armor means shit.
Validar: ...Grima... damn it... *Shadow tendrils emerge from the ground and obliterate him*
Author's Note: … Ladies and Gentlemen. I give you… the WINNER of the Poll! As I am typing this chapter I've closed the poll and am tallying the final results. I'm HOPING that I got all of the votes in the comments and reviews, but it's a little hard to be sure since my reviews function was acting a bit screwy at the time of the vote.
In the end though it matters only a little, the number of votes for this story was overwhelming (which I might or might not have expected), but what was most shocking was the number of people that voted, and THAT… well, let's me just say thank you. Close to a HUNDRED AND FIFTY votes? I couldn't believe the support, so thank you.
Stories, in order of placement
1st with 66 votes: A Reaper's Awakening (A massive lead!)
2nd with 25 votes: A Reaper's Game (It was close… for the first couple of days)
3rd with 12 votes: Loss, Redemption, Revenge (Here comes a new Arc!)
4th with 11 votes: The Grim Reaper and The Beastkin (Squirrel Power!)
5th with 10 votes: Azure Guilt (I wonder how many people voted for this just because of the Ragna and Sol Badguy questionnaire)
6th with 6 votes: Azure Throne (It's been a while since I've updated this one, so it's not very surprising)
7th with 5 votes: A Reaper's Soul (Being the newest story I guess it was predictable that it would end up with the lowest number of votes, hopefully you still enjoy it!)
In mildly related news three things, the order of updates will be following the number in the placement above (with Reaper's Awaken updated every other time as agreed). Second, the bonus support Omake will be at the end of the chapter and the review responses. And finally a query that I'd like feedback on which will also be promoted at the end of the chapter.
Chapter XVI: Darkness Rising
After Validar's fall, the rest of the assassins shortly followed, thanks in no small part to the orange haired thief that had changed sides and the brown haired bunny beast that had joined the battle earlier. Ragna himself had needed to contribute very little after slaying the mad sorcerer. The Shepherds had tried to take some of the assassins as prisoners for questioning, but they'd all taken their own lives before they could with absolutely terrified looks in their eyes.
Currently, Ragna was leaning against the corridor wall with his arms crossed as Robin, Chrom, and the Exalt talked. He was catching bits and tidbits, apparently talking about their next move, which for all he could tell was taking Emmeryn somewhere safer. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the blue haired woman who identified herself only as Marth leave out the doorway. Seeing as he wasn't needed here, Ragna followed.
There weren't any guard outside in the courtyards, so Ragna decided to make himself known. "Little early to be leaving, isn't it?" As soon as he said it, the woman immediately drew her sword and point it at Ragna, standing ready. "Calm down, it's only me."
"That's what worries me, who are you?" she asked with a tone of both authority and hostility as she kept her hand on the blade that looked very much like Chrom's.
"You're asking me? If anything you I should be the one asking that," Ragna told her, a bit peeved.
"You're not supposed to be here, I've never heard of you!" Marth said, keeping her distance with Ragna. "Even in the future I've never been told about you… so what are you?"
"I guess you can just say I'm a poor sucker that got pulled into this mess," Ragna told her. "Thing is I'm used to this sort of thing already, so I'm able to cope with this mess."
"That's all?" she asked. "For all I know you could be a servant of Grima!"
'There's that name again,' Ragna thought to himself. "I don't know anything about what the hell this Grima thing is, all I know is that the freak in robes I just offed was saying something about it."
"Robed… Could it have been the leader of the assassins?"
"That was him, just caught him trying to kill his own daughter… well his own deceived daughter anyways. So do you trust me now?"
"No I don't," she told him. "I don't know a thing about you."
"Figures…" Ragna groaned. "Alright then, follow me."
"What? Why?" Marth demanded in confusion, still keeping her sword drawn.
"The way is see it, I can either spend all night talking to you and trying to convince you to believe me, or I can fight you once and I can show you what I mean. Take your pick."
Marth was silent to herself for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Very well, but let's move this fight to somewhere more private. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."
"Good idea, lead on mystery woman," Ragna grunted as the two left the courtyard, leaving through a small hole in the castle wall that she had likely used to get in. 'How the heck did she know where this was? If not even the guards knew this was, I won't believe that she found it by pure luck. She knew this was already here, she knew about the attack on the castle, not to mention all this talk about time travel... so just who the hell is she?'
"You don't seem very sure of yourself right now," Marth said to him. "Having second thoughts of convincing me on your position?"
"No, just trying to figure out who the hell you are," Ragna said as they came to an open field. He walked faster so that he was 20 feet ahead of the mystery woman. "This'll do here, any further and Chrom will start wondering where I am."
"Very well," the azure haired woman said as she brought her sword out of its sheath and brought it into a ready stance. Seeing her now as he brought out his own sword, Ragna could definitely see a resemblance between her fighting style and Chrom's. The swords being so similar only pushed that matter further.
The moon was full and shone down brightly on the two warriors, illuminating them both perfectly. A short breeze passed through, causing small waves in Ragna's hair and sending Marth's cape fluttering. The two kept their eyes on each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
The enigma shifted her blade, causing the moonlight to reflect off the seemingly divine metal into Ragna's eyes. At the Reaper's grimace, she lunged forward with her sword slashing the air where Ragna would've been had he not stepped back at the last moment.
"Kind of a low attack," he grunted before blocking a second attack. "I thought I was supposed to convince you of my good intentions."
"A warrior always battles with all she has; I've never forgotten that lesson since I've been tasked with stopping Grima!" She then danced to Ragna's side and stabbing. He deflected the attack again, before performing a wide slash and sending his opponent leaping back.
"Everything huh? Then try this!" Ragna shouted as he channeled the Azure into his sword and sent a slim wave of darkness towards the woman. She barely had time to bring her sword up to block the attack and skidded back slightly from its sheer force.
"That power… such darkness…" she said before bringing her sword up again as Ragna went on the offensive. Marth deflected the attack aiming for her left side before bringing her blade down on Ragna's head, which he blocked putting the two in a stalemate. "This is Grima's power! A dark god's power!"
"NO!" Ragna shouted as he forced her back. "This is my power!" He then allowed his arm to glow with dark energy. "Hell's Fang!" he shouted as he rushed forward to strike his opponent. The blue swordswoman managed to block the attack with her blade, and Ragna felt his arm and eye start to go numb with the contact. 'Gah, what the hell? It's been a while since I killed my last Risen, but I shouldn't be losing energy this quickly.' Ragna quickly pulled his arm back, while stepping away to avoid his opponent's repost. 'Must be that sword then, so I gotta end this quick.'
As Marth rushed forward with a lunge, Ragna swung the Aramasa upward to deflect the attack, momentarily getting Marth off balance. Ragna then spun his entire body in a roundhouse kick and disarmed her of the Falchion look-alike which impaled itself into the ground. As she gasped in surprise, he brought his sword down and stopped it an inch from her face.
"If I was really your enemy, I wouldn't have stopped," Ragna threatened before noticing the woman's right eye. "Wait… that mark, Chrom has one, and Emm. You're royalty aren't you?" He took his sword away from the woman. "Damn it, and I thought your soul just told me you weren't a man."
"You… you saw my eye?" Marth said as she slowly backed away.
"Yeah I did, no wonder you wore that mask," Ragna said as he reset his sword. "And you said you saw the future so…" he scratched the back of his head. "I guess that makes Chrom your what? Father? Grandfather? Something along those lines?" Marth cringed slightly. "Well whatever, I won't pry." Ragna turned and started to head off.
"Wait," Marth said, causing Ragna to pause. "If you don't even have a stake here, why are you helping the Shepherds? Why are you fighting with them?"
"Because," Ragna said, taking a deep breath. "I won't abandon anyone, especially not the few people I actually care about. Running away is something I've never been good at."
"I see…" Marth said as she took Falchion out of the ground and swung it twice to remove the dirt from the blade. She then sheathed the sword. "I'm afraid I don't know your name though."
"But you won't give me yours," Ragna argued back. "Whatever, call me Ragna; Ragna the Bloodedge."
"I'll remember that name, but how will I know that you won't tell everyone my secret?"
"It's why it's called trust," Ragna grunted. "Just don't get yourself killed with whatever the hell you're doing, all right? I've had a pretty good run of having to manage shit since I got here, I don't want you to end it."
"I won't fall because I can't afford to," Marth said sadly. "I've already lost everyone I could possibly care about; I can't let that happen again here."
"...Then you got my support," Ragna told her, surprising her slightly. "I know you can't come with me, but if something comes up let me know. I can't make any promises, but at least I'm good in a fight."
"...Very well," Marth said, seeming slightly more at ease. "Until next time, Ragna the Bloodedge."
"Yeah well, later Marth," Ragna said with a smirk as the two parted ways.
On his trip back to the castle, Ragna's arm became increasingly numb and harder to move. He had to take a considerable amount of effort just to keep his right eye open and his vision on that side was already starting to become further blurred.
'Guess that sword actually managed to kill most of the energy I had left,' Ragna thought in annoyance. 'Might be able to resist something like that with time, but for now I better check in with Chrom and the others to find out what's going on. After that happens, I can try going Risen hunting. Probably plenty out this time of night.' While walking down the hallways and passing by several soldiers, he instead found Emmeryn, sitting by herself, looking outside her window.
"You alright?" Ragna asked standing casually by the window.
"I...I'm not sure," Emmeryn told him. "Today was such a waste of life… for both sides. Several guards died trying to defend the castle and the massacre of the Plegians was something I wished we could avoid… It seems that war is inevitable after all."
'Crap, what am I supposed to say?' Ragna thought to himself. "I guess it is…" 'Seriously Ragna, THAT was the best you could come up with?' "But I don't think there was anything we could've done differently. Gangrel might've been acting out of revenge, but he's trying to get it from someone who died long ago."
"Chrom told you the story then?" Emmeryn asked. Ragna nodded. "So you know about our dark past… one that I'm not proud of."
"You ought to be proud of what you did," Ragna told her, further surprising the Exalt. "You went in at the worst times and managed to make things right again. If anything I'd say Chrom was right calling you peace itself."
"Ragna…"
"Hey, I know things look like shit now, but have a little faith. The rest of the Shepherds are still alive and well and you've got an even better tactician now that Robin's taking over. We'll get through this."
Emmeryn smiled at the Reaper's reassurance. "I'll take those words to heart… thank you Ragna." Ragna gave her a small smile just before a Ylissean soldier approached the two.
"Milady, I've just come from the dungeon it seems that our prisoner, Aversa, is ready to speak. However, she has an… odd request. She demands that she only talk to, ahem, the man in a blood red coat."
"This thing's more crimson than blood red," Ragna muttered as he looked down at his coat. "So you're sure she's ready to talk?"
"Yes sir, but are you sure you want to do this? I doubt that she's the type to be trusted."
"I'm tougher than she is and I doubt that she has any reason to keep anything from us after she was almost killed in the attack. I'll hear her out." He looked at Emmeryn. "Next time then."
"Until next time," Emmeryn nodded.
The Castle Dungeons
As Ragna had been told earlier, once the guards caught sight of him they left the dungeon leaving only him with Aversa. Honestly, Ragna's arm was feeling number by the second and he needed to slay a Risen and quick. All of the energy he'd gotten a couple of days ago had already been used up while he was training himself to use magic, and while he felt confident that he could still wreak some serious shit without his powers, he wanted to make sure he was at full if he needed to keep Emmeryn and the others safe. For now though his priority was Aversa; she'd just learned that her previous 'father' had killed her actual family and was using her. For all Ragna could tell, he was the only knew about this. It'd only been a few hours since he'd killed Validar, that left Aversa by herself in a cold cell waiting for him.
"Hey," Ragna said simply as approached, neither softly nor unkindly. Taking the key ring off its place on the wall he unlocked the cell door and sat down at the table in Aversa's cell, shutting the door before he did.
"You came…" Aversa noted. "I didn't think I mattered that much."
'She's not the same person as before… Not too surprising I'm afraid.' "I heard that you were ready to talk, so I'm here to listen."
"...You don't seem to be sorry for me," Aversa noted again, her tone fairly emotionless.
"Feeling sorry has never suited me," Ragna told her. "Plus that shit ain't exactly the type of thing you can apologize and expect anything out of it."
"...Then what would you suggest?"
"That's up to you, not me…" Ragna said with a sigh. "But you wanted to talk, so let's hear it."
"Very well, I suppose I should start with the man you just killed. He was named Validar and was part of an order called the Grimleal, a Plegian order that awaits the return of the Dark Dragon Grima and worships him as their god. Those creatures you call the Risen, many of the Grimleal think of them as a part of Grima's will and power… needless to say, as Validar's daughter I was part of that...cult."
"Just what is Grima? I've heard his name used twice now, but I haven't a damned clue what it actually is."
"It's an ancient being of darkness, one that was thought to bring the end of the world itself. Long ago in the past, the Dragon did rise, but was defeated by the first Exalt and their many followers."
"So they're what? Trying to resurrect it or something?" Ragna asked, trying to make sense of it.
"Not exactly, from what I can understand Grima has an immortal spirit, meaning it can never die, only be put to rest temporarily. Validar had planned to revive the Fell Dragon, but I do not know the details of this plan… he decided I was not important enough to know."
"Then let's hope they died with him," Ragna told her.
"But what I'm more concerned with is how you should prepare yourselves now. As cunning as he was, Validar would not have the ability to infiltrate the capital alone. He would have needed inside help."
"So you're saying we have a spy," Ragna groaned. "Well that's just great. You know who it could have been?"
"No, but most likely they must be the fearful type, someone who worries about their own life more than their county or even their family. They certainly won't bring the blade down themselves, but they'll give out any and all information regarding the Exalt. They don't have any ways of identifying themselves, so they'll be hard to find."
"I'll have to look for them then, we lost quite a few guards thanks to whoever's responsible. Anything else I should know about?"
"Only a warning… the woman you travel with, Robin I believe? I don't recognize her personally, but that coat that she's wearing matches the markings of Grima. Where did you find her?"
"She was on the side of the road with amnesia," Ragna said with his eyes narrowed. "Are you saying she's the spy?"
"No, just that you should keep an eye on her," Aversa told him. "If she doesn't have her memories, it's likely that someone from the Grimleal would try to use her for their own gains."
"I'll keep it in mind," Ragna assured her before standing and opening the cell door. "Come on out, you don't need to be in that cell anymore."
"So you meant what you were saying earlier," Aversa noted. "Aren't you afraid that I'd simply return to Plegia and warn them? And to further the fact, what makes you think I haven't lied?"
"Why would you? You just got betrayed by Validar right? I don't think you could stomach hiding anything about that bastard. And from what I'm getting, if you went back to Plegia they would kill you on the spot. And most importantly I can tell when people make the mistake of trying to lie to me, you're smarter than they were."
"Then what would you think I would do?" Aversa asked with a look both annoyed and disappointed. "Even if I were betrayed by Validar I'd never be welcome in Ylisse and Regna Ferox would only see me as a Plegian spy. I have nowhere to go, I suppose I should just wander the countryside and hope I can find work as a serving wench or in one of the brothels."
'Dammit, I just can't… dammit.' "Well there's actually a spot open in the Shepherds," Ragna noted. In truth he didn't really know how orientation worked, but if Chrom had trusted his judgement so far, he could afford to push it a little further. "And from what I could tell you've got magic down, so how about it?"
"...You really think they'd allow me in?" Aversa asked him. "I'm responsible for burning their towns to the ground, tearing families apart, and many more atrocities. How could you think they'd even stand me?"
"Well it might be tough at first, but the Shepherds are a more trusting group than you'd think. Heck, I came out of nowhere and they let me in with open arms. We need every person we can get and I can't just let you walk away and wallow in self-pity."
"I… I don't know," Aversa said softly. "I would be fighting against my own country."
"And do you really owe them anything?" Ragna said with shrug, fighting hard to keep his right eye open. "The Grimleal betrayed you from the start and I wasn't exactly getting the sense of friendship between you and Gangrel. If you wanted a chance to get Ylisse to trust you, this would be the best way. I can vouch for you, but that's only good for some much."
"Why do you even care?" Aversa asked before realizing. "After you slayed Validar you told me that I can't let him win. Does that mean what I think it does?"
"Yeah, I've been somewhere similar to where you are and frankly I don't want anyone to go through the shit I went through. You've still got a shot in life, take it." While Aversa that to herself for a moment, Ragna's arm and eye gave a painful shock before becoming fully paralyzed. "Damn it."
"What's happened to your arm and eye?" Aversa asked, observing the limp limb in curiosity.
"Ran out of juice," Ragna muttered. "I don't know the details, but for some reason my arm seems to be able to work off of the energy I get from the Risen I kill."
"An interesting power indeed," Aversa noted before she had her hand glow with dark purple energy despite having no tome to channel it through. "Do you really trust me, or was everything earlier just talk?"
'What's she planning?' Ragna thought to himself, before deciding he didn't really have a choice. "Go ahead."
Aversa placed her hand on Ragna's arm and slowly let her dark magic flow into it. The numbness slowly started to fade as the Reaper slowly opened his right eye. Aversa continued to let her magic flow for another moment before taking her hand off of Ragna's arm.
"How'd you know that would work?" Ragna asked as he flexed his BlazBlue. Sure enough, every sense of feeling was there.
"While I don't completely understand what the Risen are, it seems very likely that they contain high amount of dark magic within their bodies. It seems that your arm can function off of that power." Aversa gave Ragna a small smirk. "Darkness magic is much harder to control than elemental, so it seems that you're going to need me to recharge that arm of yours until you can learn how control magic without it."
"Seems like it," Ragna said returning her smirk with a small one. "Come on, let's go let Chrom know about this."
Meeting Room
"You have got to be kidding me, another one?" Chrom groaned. He was in the Meeting Room with Ragna, Aversa, Frederick, and Robin.
"What does he mean another one?" Aversa asked, turning to Ragna.
"...I sort of have an unintentional habit of picking up people for the army," Ragna told her, a little peeved that Chrom was still making a big deal out of this. "You happen to be the fourth person."
"Wait, where does that leave me?" Robin asked in genuine curiosity.
"Number two," Ragna explained. "First was Cordelia, Second was you, Third was Elphelt, and now we have Aversa. Not too bad for assembling an army, eh?"
"I would have thought that since you gave up your position of Tactician, you'd leave the army orientation with Robin," Frederick noted with a slight glare in his eyes, not fully trusting Ragna's judgement as usual.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help out," Ragna said with a shrug. "So Chrom, what do you say?"
"I… If you trust her," Chrom said reluctantly. "But I'm holding you accountable Ragna, keep that in mind."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Ragna said with a mild shrug. "So what's the plan moving forward?"
"We're going to move Emmeryn to a safer location in the morning. It's owned by an old friend of ours, one who's always stayed with us since the death of our father. Don't worry, there's no chance of him being the spy, his loyalty to Ylisse and my sister mean everything to him."
"Let's hope so," Ragna said to him. "We really can't afford to have any more surprises."
"I know," Chrom told him before letting out a loud yawn. "We need to leave in just a few hours, so get some sleep. We'll need it for tomorrow." He glared at the Reaper. "That means you too."
"Thing is I've actually got practice to do with magic, so no," Ragna told him as he left. "'Sides, four hours of sleep isn't going to do anything for me."
"Am I missing something again?" Aversa whispered to Robin since the two were standing so close
"Apparently Ragna has a 'work until you drop' policy ever since he's been in the Shepherds," Robin explained, though she was a little offput by being so close to a recent enemy. "Chrom always tries to convince him that he needs a break, but Ragna acts like getting a full night's sleep is a vacation."
"Well dedication is one thing," Aversa said as she watched Ragna depart. "He, however, seems to be possessed by something. Perhaps, his dark past…"
"How much has he told you?" Chrom asked as he'd overheard her, his eyes narrowed in slight suspicion.
"Next to nothing," Aversa told him. "Only that he doesn't want me to end up the same way he did. Has he told you about it?"
"He has," Robin admitted. "He'll tell you about it eventually, he just seems to have a lot on his mind right now."
Shepherd's Barracks
Before stopping in the training yards Ragna headed to his room to grab his book on magic that Emmeryn had given him. So far he'd only gotten the easier Wind spell down, so he'd begun experimenting with Fire and Thunder spells. He'd almost gotten Fire down, but Thunder was a little harder. He'd seen Robin cast it with relative ease, but doing it himself was proving to be challenge.
'Maybe if I work with this a little more I can finally manage to get these spells down and start learning dark magic from Aversa,' Ragna thought to himself as he snatched the book off his nightstand and headed for the training yard. 'If I can learn to use this without the BlazBlue, maybe I can manage to recharge this thing without needing to off Risen every chance I get.'
Ragna went to the training yard with the tome in his hand, deciding to heed Aversa's earlier advice as using the tome to channel the energy. He opened the book to the section on fire magic and held it in his left hand, read over the passage quickly, closed his eyes, and focused on his BlazBlue. Almost instantaneously, a magic sigil appeared around his hand. With a swipe of his hand Ragna sent a small fireball soaring towards a training dummy and destroyed it.
Caster Partners
"Wow, that spell was awesome!" came a young voice. Ragna turned his head and saw Ricken, looking at him from the entrance. "You had a lot of power you had behind it!"
"Thanks," Ragna said casually. "I'm still not able to cast magic to its full potential yet, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
"Really, that quickly? Wow, you must be a genius when it comes to using magic."
"Not even close," Ragna muttered. "Honestly, I never had the aptitude to use magic. Even after all of these years of hard work, I can't help but feel that this arm of mine is the only reason I'm alive." Ragna gave a sad sigh and smile. "Hell of life… but what are you still doing up? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Hey, don't talk down to me!" Ricken said with a glare. "How old do you think I am anyways?"
"Old enough to know that you should be in bed," Ragna said with authority as he crossed his arms.
"Then why aren't you asleep?" Ricken argued back. "You've been fighting all day too!"
"Well unlike you I'm already tall enough," Ragna said with a smirk. "Come on you don't want to be short forever?"
"Wait…" Ricken said with genuine curiosity. "Is sleep really the secret to being tall? Is that why you're so tall?"
"Huh?" Ragna stuttered in surprise. To be honest, he'd never given these things much thought. "I guess… I mean it's supposed to help. That and milk from what I was told…"
"Really, is that all it takes?" Ricken asked again.
"I don't know! You just grow! Does it really matter?"
"Well I don't want to be short my entire life," Ricken said with a sigh. "But do you think we can practice magic together? I want to make sure I'm ready when Chrom needs us."
"If you really want to, go ahead," Ragna shrugged. "But you got any advice about casting lightning magic? I'm still having trouble with it."
"Really?" Ricken said, a small twinkle in his eyes shone through when he realized that this was his chance to help. "Sure thing! What have you been having trouble with?"
"Well for one thing…"
Support Rank C Obtained with Ricken
Author's Note: Don't own BlazBlue or Fire Emblem.
Alright here's my query which I hope you guys respond to, and it's regarding the pairings. I'm not asking for opinions on certain pairings this time around, that much I'm still going to leave to myself, but rather the type of pairings. So far the four options are.
Ragna stays single (Not expecting anything major)
Ragna has a wife (Remember, I decide who it is)
Ragna has a harem (3-5 people about, but that's it)
Ragna get all the ladies
Go ahead and tell me your opinion and explain in the comments; this will give me some more insight on where everyone stands. And now ladies and gentlemen, for today's Omake.
You've done good kid
Ragna fired off a bolt of lightning at a nearby target, destroying it completely. He still only had the most basic of spells to work with, but given his other uses with his BlazBlue and his mastery with a sword he wasn't really in serious need of any new techniques. Still train never hurt and being too cocky had almost gotten him killed in the past, so he decided to train while he had the time.
'Burnin' the midnight oil?" Ragna heard a familiar voice ask. "I'm pretty surprised you're still going at this; you used to quit if you couldn't learn something in five minutes."
"Well I was still a kid back then Master, wasn't I?" Ragna turned to Jubei with a slight glare. "Something you need?"
"Nah, nothing like that. Just figured we could talk considering I haven't really seen much of you since I was brought here. You're always training or chatting it up with the other people… course that's actually better news than I was expecting."
"Than you were expecting? What the hell does that mean?" Ragna asked with a glare.
"C'mon Ragna, we both know that you weren't exactly the easiest guy to be around back home. Hell most people would rather talk to Hakumen and… well he's Hakumen."
"Yeah he's Hakumen, leader of the Six Heroes; I'm Ragna the Bloodedge, SS class criminal, of course they'd rather talk to him!"
"I was just sayin', though I guess you got a point. Not your fault that you're head's worth enough to buy a small country. Though the way you keep acting around the nobility, you might be on your way to becoming a wanted man all over again."
"Well I ain't the one at fault this time! Those damn noble keep going after my friends and try to screw us over in the war! They have it coming to 'em when I beat their asses in!"
"That right?" Jubei asked before allowing himself a snicker. "Heh, heh, heh."
"What's so funny cat?" Ragna asked with a snarl.
"After all this time I was expecting a change, hell I was actually coming over to say I was impressed with how well you're doing, but you're still the same piss an' vinegar kid you've always been."
"You're making it sound like I should be acting like friggen' Valkenhayn," Ragna groaned. "I'm getting along with the Shepherds, isn't that enough?"
"I guess you got a point, but it's almost like you're obsessing over everyone getting out alive. It ain't healthy kid, it ain't healthy," Jubei said a little sad.
"But you know where I'm coming from, right master?" Ragna asked seriously.
Jubei gave a small smirk. "That I do Ragna, that I do. So how about a quick match? We can see just how far you've actually come."
"Okay, bring it on," Ragna said with a cocky smirk as he brought out the Aramasa.
Support Rank C Obtained with Jubei
If you thought I was gonna go with Jin next… NOPE! Anyways, review responses.
Greyjedi449t: Sorry about that, but I'm glad to hear you're enjoying it.
EternalCobra34: Well you'll have to wait less now that the polls over.
Selias & Eurigos: Thanks, I've got a few plans.
Warrior of six blade: Thanks for a good and long review as always.
Shirosaki Kizuro: It's not that hard to get into, a simple YouTube video should do it.
Laxard: Yeah, Validar really had little point
White Knight of Truth: Considering I'm writing this before CF comes out, probably not.
Animeandgamerlover2: Somewhat… just somewhat.
Guest & adv: Thank you.
Sugoxxx: This wasn't a crossover origonally, I had it on the Fire Emblem page so I'd get more followers, but after I felt like the message was out, I moved it.
Dread Grim Reaper: CF's going to be interesting, that much is certain
Donkike07: I'll be sure to do those other Omake's, but for now I'm keeping it simple with Ragna and BlazBlue characters.
Paladin9800: I don't hear much from you, but I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Cruel Ruin: Poll winner!
Kalakuai: No, afraid I haven't
Omniczar: An interesting route, but we'll just have to see.
Devilmaycry407: ...What? And no, I'm not going to incorporate characters from that game.
Mlpfan11: Now.
Guest (2&3): Thanks for the reviews.
Until next time. A Reaper's Game is up next. Ciao!