Chapter 6- Review when you're done reading the chapter!
"So this is the final stronghold?" Say'ri nodded in response to Chrom as the group got ever closer to the front gate. "It doesn't look like there is even anyone on the walls."
"They will probably charge up out of the gate in a counterattack. Be ready, everyone!" There was a clatter of swords, lances, and axes being readied, as well as pages in tomes being turned, until all were ready.
"Then let's go. Prepare for the toughest battle we have ever faced." Determined, Robin began to march forward by Chrom's side.
"Come forth, Walhart, you coward!" Chrom's yell was answered by a great rattling as the gate of Valm opened and Walhart stepped forward.
"Silence, little king. I will waste not my words on you now. Fight your way to me, and we shall see." As he held out his sword, Walhart was surrounded by Paladins and Wyvern Lords.
"Form up! Healers in the center! Let them come to us! Ready your weapons!" Light shone out from the group as three Manaketes and two Taguel readied for battle. The Paladins and Wyverns got closer and closer until…
"NOW!" Gregor, Virion, and Noire each shot two arrows, taking down the first six Wyverns. Then Ricken shot Wilderwind around them, and the Shepherds of Ylisse charged.
Chrom fought with immense strength, Sumia at his side. They charged around the west side of the field, running into five Paladins. Readying a spear from his back, he nailed one Paladin square in the chest. He took a grazing hit from a Paladin's sword, but Sumia healed him. Then Chrom drew Falchion and set to work, slashing through Paladins' armor with brute strength. Cutting through the lance of one, he picked up the stump and knocked the Paladin off of his horse, while Sumia's Pegasus knocked him out. He heard screams to the south and ducked as a Wyvern hurled past him and fell to the ground.
Panne, Yarne, and Lon'qu could not be stopped. Wielding twin katanas, the sword-master stood between the two Taguel, occasionally boosted up into the air as they slashed through the opposition. With the speed and strength of his mother and the skill of his father, Yarne could not be stopped, for he fought extinction, and he won. Panne took on six Paladins on her own, and charged into the fray, ignoring the short spears that were a minor nuisance and tore them apart with powerful kicks.
With healers backing them up, the other Shepherds had nothing to fear. Arrows rained everywhere while the clatter of steel could be heard from far away. Manaketes and Wyverns clouded the skies while fighters below surged forward. Gregor and Sully rode forward, sword and lance slashing through the opposition. "Who's the better Paladin, huh?" Sully was a master of horse combat, using her Brave Lance to slash quickly through the opposition, backed by the sell sword with the swell sword. Inigo, who had decided to continue to be a barbarian, wielded the Crimson Cleaver efficiently, teaming up with Cynthia to fight some Paladins. But four soldiers- Donnel, Olivia, Robin, and Lucina- had broken away from the group.
While Robin was the star when they fought Cervantes, this battle was Lucina's to lead the duo in. She could not be stopped, and her Falchion was able to cut down any and all opposition. Supported by Robin with wind magic and a Levin Sword, Lucina deflected axes, swords, and lances with skill, cutting down anyone who got in her way. When a Paladin got too close, she kicked him off of his mount and jumped on the horse, and thanks to her mother's connection to animals, it trusted her. Robin leaped on behind her and they charged across the battlefield, slashing through anyone in their way. However, they noticed that less and less enemies targeted them, and more enemies piled into a circle by the gate.
Donnel, the mere farm boy from southern Ylisse and Olivia, the Feroxi dancer, were utter monsters in combat after their engagement. They moved in harmony, two swords and a shield fending off more than twenty Valmese soldiers at a time. Donnel blocked a Wyvern's axe with his shield, then took his sword and cut off a Paladin's head. He stuck his blade into the underside of the Wyvern and then stepped aside. The rider jumped to attack him and was torn apart by Olivia's sword. She spun gracefully, slashing apart Paladin after Paladin. She cut down any Paladin that got too close to her fiancé, until they found themselves near two Wyvern Lords, two Paladins, and the Conqueror.
Chrom approached from the West just as Donnel approached from the south. Covered from outside attack by Lon'qu and the Taguel, Chrom and Sumia took on the two Paladins. Lance met lance and sword met sword as the Paladins fought the King and Queen of Yllistol. Sumia took a bad hit from her opponent, but threw her spear as she fell off of her mount, killing her opponent. Chrom caught the Paladin's sword in the center of his sword and tore it away, proceeding to strike down the paladin. He turned to attack the wyverns, but he saw Olivia cleave the head of one Wyvern off. As he went to attack the other, it flew towards Donnel in a charge, but Donnel just rolled with it, seized the Wyvern's head, and flipped it onto the ground with its own momentum. Seeing that the Wyverns were dealt with, Chrom approached the Conqueror.
"Why do you resist me, little king?" Walhart jumped down from his horse and drew Sol, readying for the coming combat.
"You enslave the weak and kill the able. You are the enemy of peace." Noting that Walhart bore only Sol, Chrom tossed aside his spear and his brave sword, with only the Falchion in his hands.
"I would end the reign of the gods, and you object on moral grounds?! Blood is spilled in any new birth, little king."
"There is no justification for what you've done." Chrom held Falchion close at his side, ready for a sudden attack.
"By whose laws do you judge me? Yours? Your sister's? That of the gods? Damn the gods! Damn their fates and their destinies! I will have true freedom!"
"I have survived your gauntlet of betrayal and death, tyrant," Say'ri was there now, confronting the man who was the phantom of her pain, "Shall I describe to you now the searing pain of it all?"
"Your concerns are not mine, princess of Chon'sin," Walhart replied coldly, "I have risen to a higher plane of existence."
"Then yew oughta meet mine, Wally!" Donnel drew his steel sword and twirled it calmly, the pot on his head glistening in the afternoon light. He stood opposite to the Conqueror of the West, and the two stared each other down calmly. Cynthia thought it looked like a great dramatic scene, missing only some tumbleweed.
"I saw you slay half of my army with the help of that other woman, boy. You are a true warrior. But you are not my equal; you wear a pot on your head. Kid yourself not, you are not nearly my equal. Back down now before-"
"Spare me yer lecture, Wally. This pot-wearin' farm boy's yer better, and I'll prove it!" Donnel charged. So did the Conqueror.
When Robin fought Cervantes, it was a flurry of movement too fast to track. This was not the case for the farm boy and the Conqueror. Donnel was not quite as fast as Robin, but he had power in his swings as loud cracks of steel meeting sun rattled the field. Walhart kicked Donnel in the leg to unbalance him and slashed across Donnel's chest. "Add it to my list ah scars!" Donnel took a mighty swing and slashed away some of the Conqueror's chest armor. "I am mildly impressed, boy. But not that impressed. SOL!" He swung the sword as he shouted its name and slashed across Donnel's shoulders. Donnel let out a yell and fell to the ground as the Conqueror's wounds healed themselves, leaving only old looking scars.
"I admit, boy, you were a tough opponent. But you are only a man, and you lost like all the others." Walhart turned to duel Chrom, until he heard grunting behind him. He turned to see Donnel getting up, slowly and meaningfully. Olivia and Inigo ran to him and helped him up, while the other Shepherds and Valmese watched in suspense.
"You lived through two strong hits from Sol. I admire your conviction. I will grant you one final attempt to fight and die for glory."
"I ain't fightin' for glory, Wally. I'm fightin' for family." He tossed down his shield and ripped off his chest-plate. He reached down and picked up the tin pot and put it on his head. Then he turned, saluted Chrom, and charged.
Walhart had met his match. His family watching him, Donnel fought with the strength of his wife and son. Walhart deflected his first two swings, then Donnel slashed the Conqueror's chest, gashed his right arm, and nicked the Conqueror's face, leaving a large scar on the left side of his cheek. "SOL!" Donnel yelled the Conqueror's yell and slashed his chest again, healing the farm boy's wounds as Walhart fell to his knees.
"I know not how you used the sword's power without the sword in your hand, but it matters not. The resistance approaches, and you cannot defeat them. The Shepherds turned to see that he spoke the truth; accompanied by green banners, Chon'sin and Rosanne's forces had trapped them there.
"You bastard!" Hearing Robin's yell, Chrom turned to see Walhart and his remaining forces retreat into the castle. "Hurry, everyone! We must get inside the castle!" The Shepherds surged inwards as the gate began to lower. "WHERE'S ROBIN?!" Lucina's scream made Chrom turn to see Kellam (barely) holding up the massive gate as Robin tried to push the wyvern that Donnel had flipped. Under it, Owain groaned in pain as he tried to push it with him.
"SON!" Gaius dashed across the field, Lissa hard on his heels. Chrom, Vaike, and Donnel joined Kellam in holding the gate open while one more figure dashed past them.
"The enemy is getting closer, Father... Go, this just proves I'm not your heroic son…" Owain reached out with the hand that wasn't stuck and tried to push his father away, but Gaius wouldn't move. "You went through hell to get this far, son! Screw the damn candy! Do you hear what I just said, son?! In Naga's name, keep trying!" Lissa couldn't muster a word, but could only push with tears in her eyes against the Wyvern, to no avail.
"They're almost on top of us, Robin!" Chrom yelled in exhaustion, still holding up the gate. Then he couldn't hear a thing for fifteen seconds over the screech of Cordelia's daughter.
"OWAIN YOU GET OUT OF THERE NOW, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT! KEEP PUSHING THE WYVERN, PEOPLE, GAWDS! I SWEAR IN NAGA'S NAME, OWAIN, IF YOU DIE NOW I WILL F***ING KILL YOU!" Nah, Nowi, and Tiki flew out and grabbed the Wyvern, pulling it off of him.
"They're on top of us now… I'm sorry, Severa… Sorry, Mother and Father…" Owain's muttering was stopped when a voice yelled out, "Sergeant Kelden, get some men to help the Shepherds hold up the gate. And for gods' sake, get a medic to help that young man! He had a thousand-pound Wyvern on top of him!" Chrom narrowed his eyes to see who it was, and his mouth hung open.
Captain Phila of the Ylissean Pegasus Knights, presumed dead in the Plegian campaign, stood atop her Pegasus as the commander of the forces of the Resistance. She flew to the giant gate as twenty-five men took the place of five, hopped off of her Pegasus, and saluted before the King of Ylisse.
"I-I thought you died in the same battle as my sister!" Phila shook her head. "No, three strange princes with glowing swords rescued me. Their names were Ryoma, Xander, and Corrin. Corrin looked a lot like your tactician." Chrom turned to see Robin and Lucina carry his nephew into a small storage room as Severa lectured the myrmidon in such quick speech that Chrom thought that she was speaking a foreign language. "They helped me escape the Plegians to Chon'sin, and I blacked out upon arriving in a border town. When I woke up, I was in a sickbed, and the three princes had not been seen by anyone in the town I was in."
"Well, good to have you here. Have your forces surround the castle and take down anyone who tries to escape. We will push in and take down Walhart and his officers." Phila nodded, and as she truly realized she had been reunited with her friends, relaxed more. "How's Lissa been? She was carrying an axe earlier, so a lot must have changed."
"Yes, her resolve to be a strong fighter grew immensely since you last saw her. She's also engaged… to the Sugar Thief."
Phila's eyes went wide. "That man who was helping with the Wyvern? She's going to marry HIM?! He's the most wanted man in all of Yllistol! Has the council approved of it?"
"No, but she doesn't care. I'm not all too concerned, because the young man who was trapped under the wyvern is their son. Long story."
"I have heard about the time-traveling children in a letter from Say'ri to the people of the town. I am aware that you have your own daughters as well!" Chrom chuckled as Sumia took his arm.
"Yes, Phila, our daughters are Lucina and Cynthia, who you probably recognized by the blue hair." Phila nodded to the side, where Chrom could see Robin and Lucina among others talking as they gathered themselves, healed wounds, and congratulated each other. Then he saw Cynthia inching closer to Inigo as they sat by each other to the side.
"Goddammit." Chrom marched off as Sumia and Phila laughed, just like they had many times before. "So what about Cordelia? How's she?"
"Ever since I married Chrom, not so well. Every time she's tried to land a date with a different guy, they get married. Even worse, her daughter had thought that Cordelia had cheated on her husband with Chrom. Turns out that Severa's father had just not told her that Cordelia was dead." Phila nodded sadly, picking out the red-haired daughter with ease.
"I see all the old gang is doing well. Vaike is still a show-off, Stahl is eating, and Maribelle is fussing over people, though I assume that new fellow is her son. But how is he?" Phila pointed over Sumia's shoulder. She turned, but she saw an empty hall. "I don't see anyone, Phila. Ask Miriel about an eyesight-fixing potion!"
Phila laughed somewhat contently. "Maybe you should. He's right there!" Sumia looked again and saw Kellam sitting near the wall, his armor off while he treated his wounds through plain brown clothes.
"Well, you can't blame me for that. No-one can ever see him. He's just a loner, that's his way. He doesn't socialize, and in the children's future, he dies before marriage, not long after you should have." Phila's face showed a small smile.
"You've still got a thing or two to learn from the General of the Resistance. I can always see Kellam." Sumia stared as Phila walked over and sat beside him. They spoke only a few, quiet words, but Sumia could tell that they shared a connection that surpassed the need for spoken language.
"You were amazing out there, Lucina! You truly have your father's strength and your mother's balance!" Lucina smiled slightly at Robin's statement and replied, "I thank you for the first compliment, but the second thing is more of an insult." Robin chuckled and replied, "Yeah, you're about right. All that aside, though, you were great." He turned to see Cordelia walk off to the side. "C'mon, after recent events she probably could use somebody to talk to." Lucina, though nervous about the idea, consented. They followed her to a door she had entered until they heard a second voice inside.
"It's n-no good... I can't even lift the thing..." Henry could be heard struggling in a weapons storage room.
"Henry, what in the world are you doing with that battle axe? Is this another one of your schemes to make me feel better?"
"Nya ha! No, it's a scheme to make you fall in love with me." Robin smiled. Lucina mirrored him.
"It's a... Wait, what?" Her voice faltered as she realized what he was saying.
"I know I'm not as tough or brave or handsome as Chrom," Henry admitted, "But I'm just gonna work hard so you end up liking me instead!"
"Henry, you don't have to impress me by trying to be more like Chrom. There's plenty of things about you that I already like. You've been so kind and thoughtful and considerate toward me... I'm ashamed I didn't realize you were falling in love with me before my eyes!" Henry laughed, happily now rather than maniacally. Robin and Lucina backed away from the door, as Robin knew that they would leave momentarily.
"Well, if you REALLY feel bad about it, you could accept this ring..." Cordelia gasped as Robin heard Henry's knee touch the ground.
"Oh, Henry! I'll gladly accept it! No one knows how to make me happy quite like you!" Robin and Lucina watched as Henry carried Cordelia a few steps out of the room. "I sure hope I'm Severa's father. I guess I should have talked to her first."
"Eh, if you aren't, wouldn't some giant time singularity be swallowing the world whole? Besides, I think she can tap into some dark energy, what with all that screaming." Robin breathed a sigh of relief as Henry put Cordelia back on her feet and the couple walked back towards the group.
"All of that nonsense reminds me, I really need to talk to Chrom about, you know, this. I'm in for hell as it is, and since practically everyone in camp knows…"
"Not everyone," Lucina interjected optimistically, "The other future children don't know, I think."
"Inigo and Owain know, and you know better than I do that those two just cannot keep their mouths shut."
"Fair point." Lucina shuddered, then continued. "Whatever, you don't need to worry about my father. He'd let you get away with anything." Robin held her back a bit and looked her in the eyes with a face of terror.
"Lucina, he might literally kill me. I might get sliced in half when we tell him." Lucina, though she was getting better at telling sarcasm, didn't pick it up.
"I won't let him! Absolutely not, Father would do no such thing!" Robin, knowing this wasn't sarcasm, chuckled lightly.
"You really need to work on picking up sarcasm, Lucina." Lucina sighed in exasperation, then came up with a reply.
"Well, you need to work on not being captured by slavers when the rest of the Shepherds were right by you!" It worked as Lucina intended, and got a bit of a rise out of Robin.
"So? What do you have against me being a sex slave, eh?" Lucina laughed and replied, "That you're not mine."
"You picked up the sarcasm! Nice!" Lucina smiled, then replied, "Am I not due something?" Robin laughed and replied, "Oh, you are." Lucina brought her hand behind Robin's head and pulled him to her, and they closed their eyes as their mouths collided.
"I don't think I'll kill you, but don't make me change my mind." Robin and Lucina jumped to their feet as Chrom brought them out of their love-struck stupor. "F-Father! I-I can explain-"
"I'm not a fool, Luci. You should know that, and you, Robin, definitely should have known that. I could tell there was something since the battle against Ezra's slavers." Robin's face reddened an additional shade as he leaned against the wall.
"I told myself I'd punch the first guy I saw do that in the face, you know. A king has to keep his word, or his word means nothing." Lucina was about to object but Robin just sighed in resignation.
"Ugh… Alright, let's get this over with." A loud sound echoed in the royal halls as the fist of Chrom made contact with Robin's face. Sumia, Frederick, and Cynthia showed up around the corner to see the two best friends standing still. Then Chrom shook his hand and yelled, "OW!"
"Milord, are you alright?" Chrom pushed Frederick away as he stumbled backwards. "NOTHING? Not even a wince? You just look like you turned to look to the side!"
Robin shrugged. "I guess when I'm in a battle mindset, I'm kinda just numbed to most pain. Which reminds me, after I check to see what I'll have to trade Owain to keep his shoes off of the ground for the next two months to two years, depending on how he recovers, we need to begin our assault on Walhart's throne room. I'm sure you can lecture me all you want later, Chrom." Robin kissed Lucina one last time, winked and smirked at the King of Ylisse, and walked towards Owain's treatment room, stopping when he heard two voices talking within.
"Severa, I thank you most definitely for your help, but couldn't you put me in a less foreboding room? It feels like something from Poe's Raven."
"Shut up and take me seriously, please, Owain! You're the only one who I can trust in the entire army! If you had died, I would have traveled to the afterlife through the Out-Realm gate and stabbed you in the d*ck repeatedly! You should have just yelled for help during the duel!"
"And ruin my view of it? No way! That was the most glorious duel I have ever seen!" Robin face-palmed, and if he heard correctly, so did Severa.
"UGGGGGHHHHH! You're such an idiot, but you're an idiot that I can't lose! Even if my parents are engaged now, you're still the only person who puts up with me!"
"Severa, milady, you know that's not-" Robin heard the table rattle within the room as swords clattered to the floor. He opened the door to see Severa lying down on top of Owain, her right hand behind his head as they kissed passionately. Owain's left hand was at her hip; his sword hand couldn't move.
"Ah-hmm. Am I going to have to bribe Owain to stay here during the charge on the throne room? Or can you keep him here for now?" Severa slowly pushed herself up to a standing position, while Robin braced himself for Severa to yell at him. Instead, Owain did.
"What dost thou mean, I won't be able to charge the throne room? Surely, Grandmaster, you must know that's one of the main battles that I came here for!" Robin guessed that it hadn't dawned on him yet that he hadn't been able to move his sword hand since the wyvern had trapped him.
"He means exactly what he says he means, numbskull. I'll keep him here, Robin. Now go do your job, in Naga's name." Robin, relieved that he wasn't shouted at too loudly, exited the storage room and focused on the battle at hand.
"General Phila, have your forces set into a blockade?" The group was readying for battle once again as Robin joined Chrom, Phila, Miriel, Donnel, Virion, and Lucina to discuss battle plans.
"Indeed, sir. Our archers and trebuchets are ready to take down any aerial escape, sir. I will be staying here with you inside the walls. Some of my soldiers will be fighting off the enemies on the walls and in the courtyard while you make your way into the throne room."
"Miriel, how are we looking on magic support? Tomes and staves still intact and use-able? I doubt we'll have access to the convoy…"
"All magic weapons and tools are in immaculate condition. Injuries other than Owain's are minor, and bear little significance to the overall outcome of this endeavor, sir."
"Excellent. Virion, are our mounted forces and archers at the ready? The archers will be providing support from behind the mounted forces and heavy-hitting infantry in the main charge."
"Gregor, Noire, and myself will be providing your main bow support, sir. If you'd like, Gaius has capabilities in that field." After Robin shook his head to this, Virion continued. "Mounted Shepherds all accounted for and battle prepared, sir."
"Donnel, are the swordsmen ready? If necessary, we can-"
"Fit as a fiddle, sir!"
"Concise. I like it. Lucina, any future events to be aware of?"
"Don't tell him, but Frederick will die in this battle if he tries to fight Walhart. Frederick uses lances primarily, and the Wolf Berg will be his undoing if he tries to fight Walhart."
"Duly noted. Alright. Everything's ready, Chrom. Let's go."
"SHEPHERDS! IT'S TIME!"
The Shepherds burst through the barricade in the door and started swinging with little delay. Inigo, Vaike, Lon'qu, and Chrom led the charge through the wide doors into the throne room. Backed quickly by the Taguel and Manaketes, the Shepherds pushed against the Valmese forces' desperate final stand. Robin and Lucina were in the thick of things before too long, pushing into the massive throne room, where they had more free movement than in the entryway. Robin was split up from Lucina by a magic bolt as he found himself face to face with Excellus, the tactician of the Valmese Empire.
"You! You ruined all of my carefully placed plans, you pathetic, impoverished rat! Feel my fury as you fall before the greatest tactician of the Tri-Lands!" To claim to be the greatest tactician of Plegia, Ylisse, and Valm was bold and arrogant, and one that Robin felt he needed to put rest to. "I courteously dispute that claim. Let tomes settle it!" Robin flipped open Thoron. Excellus readied Bolganone.
Fire and thunder began to be exchanged as the tome wielders danced around each other. As Robin drew close to Excellus, the crooked Valmese tactician kicked at Robin and sent him spiraling to the ground. "Now you see, Tactician, that Excellus is your better, foolish peasant! Take comfort in knowing that it took the all-powerful might of-"
"GODS BE WITH ME!" Robin, who had had his eyes closed, opened them to see Excellus's head at his feet, as Libra dashed back into the battle. Robin was helped up by Lucina as Laurent incinerated the rest of the false tactician.
"PERISH, FOOLS!" Under covering fire from Noire, Chrom and Sumia pushed up until they found themselves face-to-face with Cervantes.
"You left half of an axe in my best friend's side, Cervantes. You and your mustache will pay for all the damage you've done!" Cervantes said nothing, but threw a tomahawk at Sumia. She deflected it away and rushed the General. Chrom joined her. Cervantes was good but could not fight the King and Queen of Yllistol. A lance slice and a jab with a rapier took care of the mustached madman.
"Barbarians to your left!" Lissa made a useful callout from the side hall that they'd raided, and Lucina jumped on the opportunity. She ducked one swing from an axe, slashed off the wielders' head, then spun behind the other one and snapped the man's neck. She turned to see where Robin was and saw the tactician prepare to cast the same barrier spell as before around the Conqueror and him. That's how he plans to stop Frederick's death. But Lucina wouldn't allow it.
"ROBIN DON'T YOU DARE!" Robin turned and saw Lucina running to stop him. "Then come on, we'll fight him together!" Lucina dashed to Robin's side as he cast the spell, enclosing within the barrier the time-traveling princess, the tactician, and the Conqueror.
"You I know, tactician. You are Robin, an actual competent and loyal tactician, unlike Excellus." Walhart steadied his horse and readied Wolf Berg. Lucina drew and gripped Falchion, while Robin readied a Brave Sword and his Thoron tome.
"And I know you, Walhart. You are a mad ruler who has attempted to annex and brainwash anyone you can." Lucina supported Robin's statement, adding, "You criticize the gods, yet you claim to be one yourself! You are no better than the deities you condemn!
"Silence, foolish girl! You are just another swordsman in his strategies! But Robin, you hold the fate of the Shepherds, and possibly the world, in your hands! You and I are alike, Robin, in that we reject the fate the world had planned out for us, and we rise above these mere mortals! So join me, Robin, and leave your weak allies behind. They are nothing compared to your power! Cease to be a Tactician and be greater!"
"You and I are nothing alike, Walhart! You fight for your own glory, I serve freedom and friends! You care only for winning, I thought into what I put on the line! As long as you continue to play checkers while I play chess, you will fall short!"
"Then may metal convince you of your errors, Tactician!" Walhart spurred his horse to circle the edge of the barrier as he struck out occasionally at the couple within. Then when an opportunity revealed itself, Lucina thrust out Falchion to get in Walhart's way. The Conqueror tried to strike her in counterattack, but had to dodge a Thoron bolt to keep alive. "Keep up, Robin!" Lucina slashed repeatedly at Walhart, which he easily deflected, but gave Robin an opening to knock Walhart off of his horse. Then the couple set upon him, and he could not fight off the princess and the tactician. Lucina knocked Wolf Berg away, Robin slashed Walhart's chest, and Lucina knocked him down to his knees.
"I know peace will never satisfy you. What do you think, Chrom?" Chrom, who had watched it all go down, stood in thought until Walhart said, "Kill me or don't, it matters not, Grandmaster. You will find your shoulder guard and cuffs on the pack on my horse." Robin gestured for two Resistance troopers to take him away, for he would die of bleeding soon. Then he put on a gold shoulder-guard and cuff links.
"Hail the Grandmaster of Ylisse."
"Hail the tired Grandmaster. I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." He stumbled for two steps before Lucina began to help him away, as he began entering agonizing pain.
"So, 'Livia, how does a weddin' in Valm's throne room sound for a venue?" Donnel winked as Olivia blushed and nodded happily.
