Fantasy FIRE EMBLEM: DEATH OR TRIUMPH ISEKAI IC

After getting her bearings, Edith noticed something -it was.. basically just floating directly before her. No matter which way she turned her head, this 'screen' followed, always staying in the center of her vision.
So it was true. This was Fire Emblem.

Stat screen and everything.

She scanned it quickly, used to seeing video-game stat displays like this.

Everything was here; strength, magic, skill, speed, luck, defense, resistance, constitution. Only 'mov' seemed to be absent.

Nyxra. That's what .. her name read as?

No. Focusing, she could see, just below "Nyxra, the Shadowmoon" it said, in a tooltip that popped up, "Edith Jennings." -Her real name.

Nyxra? Who was this 'Nyxra'? She read more. The blurb and description of this 'Nyxra' person. Wow. Sounds like she was a truly hate-filled, angry person. Honestly, she kinda scared Edith.

Edith saw the Personal Skill listed:

Curse-Spread
Has two effects. Enemies struck by her magic feel lethargic, slowed, and weakened. (For a brief time). Secondly, every time she casts magic, this same negative debuff is applied in a small area around her, to all those nearby. It doesn't discriminate, ally or foe will be afflicted for a short time.

What?! That sounded terrible!

Feeling slightly disconcerted, she noticed her weapon listed in her inventory and finally the big ol' ONE under her level. Really?! Level 1??? Starting from the beginning, huh?..

She looked down at the weapon clutched in her hand.

BLACK ORB.

A purple tome with a deep black orb on its cover, and black-binding. She ran her hand over it. It felt... good to hold.. That.. was weird. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. While it felt good to hold the book, Edith was a bit scared by just what that 'good' feeling meant. As she peered down at the book, a tooltip featuring all the information and relevant stats appeared, telling her everything she apparently needed to know about the tome in her hand.

A tome, huh..

Shaman. Level 1.

That's what it said on her stat screen. Speaking of stats.. She looked at the ones that were most relevant. The ones that stuck out the most... were Magic... and Resistance.. Resistance?! Seriously? She blanched. Well, if she was taking into consideration that it said 'Shaman'.. she supposed those stats added up. The worst ones were... Strength... and Skill.. that was also per usue. Con wasn't great either. But not as bad as she would've thought. Edith was not a big girl.

Wait. Were these... Were these -was all of this.. meant to be her?

It said Nyxra.. But.. she was Edith!

And yet.. it felt... so... felt right. What was this obtrusive, disconcerting feeling?

Wait. This thing -this screen -was always in her line of sight! How did she get rid of it?! As soon as she thought that, the screen disappeared, allowing her to view the world around her once more.


A grass plain, leading up to a small forest of sparse dead-looking trees. Beyond it...? She could just barely make out some large stone walls.


Suddenly something appeared over her head, instantly drawing her -and all those around her- attention. It appeared to be floating. As she strained her head up to read it, it seemed to move higher and higher, until the giant words appeared high in the sky above.


Mission: Rout and Seize
Seize Edgewood Tower.


Edgewood Tower? Was that the stone structure up ahead??

Wait. Rout. Seize?

Were they serious??? They expected her .. erm... everyone here to do that???!

PROLOGUE stuck out the most.

Tcheh. A grin spread across the hooded girl's lips. She recollected something she mused a second ago. Starting at the beginning, huh?

If this was it appeared... this was going to be a long 'playthrough'. Would she ever see home again?

"I swear that if I get out of this,I'll never play vidrogames late at night again..." Marcus said to himself. He woke up in dome kind of weird plain...his bed replaced by a grasdy ground. There seemed to be some body of water nearby though. He did see his reflection through it. The face he saw was not his own. That of a young man same age as him(21) with messy blond hair tied in a ponytail, an handsome face and golden eyes. He was dressed in a white,yellow and orange tunic and pants,brown boots and a golden cloak.
"What's this some sort of isekai?"

The object he had in his hands was familiar.He regonised it from Fire Emblem Path of Radience and Radiant Dawn.

A Thunder tome.

The next thing that happened was even weirder.

Some kind of holographic stat screen appeared in front his eyes. "What's this? Solo Leveling?!" He did remember that anime about a guy that had some kind of stat screen like that but in real life.

Though this wasn't Solo Leveling...it was something else...familiar. He realisied it when he the the item screen.
Vulneraries. He was in a Fire Emblem game.

He read more of the screen,reading about his character( or rather...new self)
"Zack...Fulgar....Thunder mage...Level one...." He went through the background story of his "character" "What?! My character is the Fire Emblem version of Zenitsu from Demon Slayer?!" He shouts,noting a similarities,physicslly,personality wise and even in background story.

He blinked and the screen vanished. His vision was clear again. He gazed upon the grassy plains in front of him.

He moved forward only to notice giant words in the sky.

"Prologue:Confusion and Conquer."

"Mission: Rout snd seize. Seize Edgewood tower."

"Seriously?!" Marcus shouts as he noticed said tower in the horizon.
He sighed. "Let's hope I'll make it out alive. "

He headed toward the tower only to notice another figure.Unknown to him,but somewhat familiar to his new persona.
He coudn't explain why but he was scared of the girl.
Something came out of his mouth...without him wanting
to say that.
"Nyxra? What are you doing here?!"
Thalia_Neko

Eleonora Luna

"Ugh... my head..."

Her grey eyes slowly flickered open like she'd suddenly been woken up from a deep sleep, blurrily taking in the dark, dank, unfamiliar surroundings as she raised a hand to her throbbing head, tentatively running a hand through white strands of hair, only for it to bump into something soft and unfamiliar. An ear, large and fluffy, twitched involuntarily as she accidentally tickled it.

"H-huh..?"

Her mouth was dry, her body sore from sleeping on an uncomfortable mat of straw, and she was starving, yet despite all that, her senses seemed better than ever—her sense of smell, hearing, and sight all strangely heightened, which only led her to be more confused as she took a clearer look at her tan body covered in markings.

It was only then she decided to read the big, obvious panel hovering in front of her, listing a bunch of details about this character, about her. The splitting headache she'd woken up with suddenly subsided as if it had never existed, two sets of memories heavy in her mind, both just as real as each other, yet neither made sense as two lives seemed to merge into one. Everything from her first conscious thought as a young Laguz to her teenage embarrassment in college and beyond, all in her head at once, all leading up to an archaeology trip in her 'other life' to... somewhere she couldn't remember.

Frowning, she pulled herself up and made her way to the door of what she knew to be a jail cell. She placed her head between the bars, feeling as hopeless as she did strange. It had been a few weeks since she'd been put in here, so no doubt the auction was going to happen soon, the thought of which made her stomach curl. She just hoped her family was okay.

A mild breeze and the rustling of leaves tickled her hair and face. Slowly, conscious thought began to form and her ice blue eyes opened to the sight of the shadow of a tree stretching across a vast open field. Still half asleep, and very disoriented due to the unfamiliar sight a simple question escaped the young woman's lips.

"Am I dead?"

Suddenly, she tried to recall what had happened, only to be met with confusion, and a sudden, splitting headache that struck like a hammer, reverberating thumps filling her skull as two sets of memories came crashing together. Thankfully the pain began to dampen with the throbs of pain and she opened her eyes once more. Pulling her hands away, she noticed a set of snow white gloves covering her hands. Strange, she didn't remember wearing gloves before. Examining her attire, she noticed the cuff of the black military uniform which was tightly wrapped around her figure. What was odd was how it felt both familiar and alien at the same time. Another, more striking sensation was of the lush sensation of fur around her neck. With a surprisingly calm demeanor. Giving a light yank, she noticed a pull on her other shoulder and concluded that it was her cloak.

"When did I ever wear..." she began before another ringing of pain began as memories of a bloody encounter flashed. The desperation she felt as she was backed into a corner by a massive white mass of fluff and muscle. A feeling of panic began to set in, and an icy cold chill pulsed down her spine as she broke into a cold sweat, until she shifted and an odd weight fell from her lap with a dull, but undeniably, metallic thud into the grass. Somehow, the sight of the blade brought her comfort, and she forgot her panic before pulling it up and naturally began to set the blade upon her left hip.

Once done she took a deep breath and brought her hand to her chin before looking within her own thoughts. Probing the more immediate memories, she began to feel out what was going on. Last night, she and her brother Ryan started a celebratory gaming marathon, a final hurrah of playing all the games they used to as younger kids before she would have to inevitably go to university. A little alcohol was indulged in, but that clearly wasn't the cause of her current state.

Gears turned in her head as she tried to piece together something, anything that led her here. Probing the other set of memories she began to piece together her fragmented identity. Feeling the pull to confirm something, she pulled off the glove on her right hand and turned the palm of her hand downwards. There, upon her hand was the faint engraving. A simple snowflake pattern which she could somehow feel was more than just a tattoo or scar. No, it had been a part of her since birth, a mark that branded her as an Aursburg.

Suddenly, and to her shock a faintly translucent screen appeared. Instinctively her hand rested on the hilt of her sword briefly before she realized that what appeared before her was not a threat.

"Let's see...Strength...Magic...Skill...Speed...Luck...wait a minute..."

It clicked suddenly and abruptly to the entity known as Lena within. As she examined the rest of the page she took note of each piece of information.

"Northern Lord...level one...great...Draconic Brand: Crest of the Northern Dragon, boosts ice and wind magic? Ok...items, Iron Sword...Vulnerary three...Blizzard tome...five uses?!"

Sophie clicked her tongue in annoyance at the last fact. She sighed and willed the menu closed. She started examining her surroundings. A stream ran along her left and as her eyes followed it a large stone structure stood erect on the horizon, concealed partially by a forest. After taking notice, a message that popped up in front of her. The largest words read, "Prologue: Confusion and Conquer" with a smaller text below saying "Rout and Seize: Edgewood Tower".

Sophie placed a hand on her hip and glared at the message before it snapped out of existence. Tapping her belt, she weighed her options. So far, she could tell this was no dream, and it was starting to piss her off.

"Great, I get accepted to university, and just before I get to head off I get isekai'd," she muttered, speaking more as Lena than Sophie. With a sigh she decided she had nothing better to do and began her trek towards the tower. "Maybe with luck, Ryan is here...then he can explain this crazy game world."

"Ugh...my head...I really went overboard last night..." were the first thoughts that entered Ryan's mind. Grabbing his head, his hands began to grope an unfamiliar sensation. Why did his ears feel different? With a few more touches he began to outline the shape of the cartilage which soon ended in a point. At first he thought it must've been a prank from someone, maybe Lena. At least until he started to register that he could feel his hand from the ear. With that, the pain left his mind and his eyes shot open.

Light filtered through the branches and leaves of the tree he was sitting in, and he suddenly became aware of the balancing act his body was doing. Looking down at his clothes, Ryan realized that he was wearing a snow white cloak with equally white hair spilling over. Weight of equipment that felt both alien and strangely familiar registered. His body was more petite than it should be, and for a moment he felt his mind panic. Using his right hand he groped under the tunic and sighed with relief at the familiar sensation. He felt himself give a sigh of relief, and then looked around. He was clearly in some kind of deciduous forest, but why the hell was he in the woods in an unfamiliar body?

Just like that, a screen with a familiar layout popped into his vision, which startled him.

"Wh- Oh shit!" in a flash the sensation of slipping was quickly followed by the sensation of free fall. Somehow, reflexes took over and he grabbed a stray branch before plummeting into the carpet of leaves and other detritus on the forest floor. With a sigh of relief he let go and felt the ground beneath his feet. After a short sigh, he finally took in the screen in front of him. It didn't take him long to recognize what it was, considering he had spent hours of his life staring at similar screens. Moving his head confirmed that it was locked to his field of view.

"Well this is...interesting..." Ryan mused as he sent his hand to his chin. The sensation was too real to be a dream, and the fact he could question it was a dream at least made him think he wasn't in one. "So my name is Baldullr...and I'm a hunter class...equipment consists of a bow and a throwing knife I can use as a melee..."

His hands were once more drawn to his ears, and he willed the flavor text for his name to appear. "So I seem to be a...manakete hermit? Well that would explain the hunting tools...but why don't I have a dragonstone?" Upon questioning that, he tried to search his memories, only for a warning label to appear which he then read out loud.

"Warning: To protect from draconic madness, memories will be sealed..." Ryan, or perhaps Baldullr now, sighed openly and the warning flashed out of existence. "Alright, my good stats seem to be skill and resistance. Damn it...hopefully I'm not just a crappy archer. Now then how to I equip-"

The sentence was interrupted as the bow materialized in his hands and the weight of a quiver full of arrows settled on his back. Curious, Baldullr, or rather Ryan, reached for an arrow and began to string it. For a moment he took time to appreciate how his body moved, almost instinctively as though he had done the motion a thousand times and began to pull. The fletching feathers tickled his cheek before he closed one eye and took aim. Noticing a small point on a nearby tree trunk, he let loose and watched as the arrow hit its mark.

A thud sounded as the arrow stuck itself into the tree. Baldullr then willed the menu back open and noticed that his bow had lost a point of durability. Now he had 49 out of 50 left. Somehow he knew that was tied to the arrows in his quiver in this case and he willed it closed. With a thought the bow and quiver vanished, only to be replaced by a knife. Curious to see how far he could go, he picked a target and flicked his wrist, releasing the blade.

Unlike the arrow, the blade soon vanished and re-appeared in his hand after hitting its mark.

Somehow, despite knowing his situation, Ryan felt incredibly calm. Actually he felt so calm he almost felt apathetic. Despite that he still needed to consider his situation.

"Alright, I've been isekai'd into an FE universe...now what?"

As though on queue, a message appeared, more above where the menu would have been and he read it.

"Prologue: Confusion and Conquer. Main objective: Rout and seize Edgewood Tower. Bonus objectives: Find dragonstone and Halmr."

Baldullr tilted his head, and the message vanished. So his dragonstone was gone and so was something known as Halmr, though he didn't know if that was a name for something or someone yet. A pang from his mind said it was someone, but digging only proved to agitate a barrier, warning him from digging deeper.

"Alright...first things first, find this 'Edgewood Tower'..." he mused to himself before gazing to the tree he had dropped from. Without much thought, he felt himself jump and grab onto a branch before his new reflexes took over. After pulling himself onto that branch he balanced himself and repeated the process, until he was near the top. Once there he noticed a structure sticking out from the canopy, a tower. "Guess I'll start there."

Looking down he began to jump from branch to branch as though it were natural. As he did so he couldn't help but feel a grin tug at the edges of his lips.

Edgewood tower loomed in the distance, its tip with a flag with some sort of pattern, waved above the treetops before the group.

From beneath the shadows of her hood, red eyes gleamed as they glanced around. All of the others were rousing in much the same way she had. She could tell they were confused by what they were seeing, perhaps seeing an invisible screen only they could see.

She heard her name called, instantly drawing her attention. Oh wait, no, not her name. Her character's name.. Why had it drawn her attention so well?

Peering over at the source of the voice, she saw a male not too much taller than herself in yellow and orange robes. Okay.. Who was this? How did he know her name? She shook her head, again, no, not her name.. Though, perhaps it was just easier to think of it as such. Still, how did he know who she was? What was his name again? Surely Nyxra knew him? SirPrompto15

But before she could respond, her attention was once more drawn elsewhere. Suddenly people emerged from the trees. If going by 'FE terminology,' they were "enemy units". Four enemies lifted up bows. Three had close-range weapons. A sword, a lance, and an axe.

Over in the forest, beyond them was a blue unit trapped in a cell, surrounded by bars, and guarded by a couple of enemy units, too. Though at this distance Edith couldn't tell who it was, or the enemies' weapons.

Suddenly an arrow flew, and before she knew it, it struck her in the arm.

"Eyyyaaaa!!" Edith shrilly squealed in pain, keeling over -well keeling over a bit more, she was already a bit hunched- clutching at her arm, where an arrow was sticking out of. Red blood immediately spilled out, dripping all over the grass. The pain was nearly unbearable! Edith had never felt such pain in her life.

Then a second later, she raised up her hand, her tome clutched tightly in her other injured arm.

Black Orb.

A large mass of darkness formed together, then this orb of black slammed and smothered into the enemy archer. Clearly it dealt quite a bit of damage, as the archer recoiled from the impact. But he did not collapse in death. The archer lived through the impact. Edith realized why. The archer was level 2. Actually, all the enemy units were level 2. A higher level than the party.

The archer that was close to the tree line had drawn a lot of attention with his antics. A speedy Mercenary ran at him, with sword drawn, ready to deal a devastating slash at the archer. Silver Wolf

Edith was only vaguely aware of the positions of her 'allies'. But was much more aware of her enemies' movements. Combat had officially began.

Marcus Blitson/Zack Fulgar.

Marcus's eyes widened. "O...M...G...I'm...so sorry mam! Those words came out of my mouth unwillingly...Must be my avatar...yeah...I'm losing control of it." Marcus explained to Edith/Nyxra. "Though I don't know you seem familiar. Maybe you're someone that my avatar,Zack ,knows? Zack...Fulgar,something like that?" he asked.


His conversationwas interupted when he saw the first enemies emerge from the trees.

All of them archers.

"Long range?" He sighed bringing out his tome. "Good thing I can attack from a distance too."

He opened his tome snd raised his left arm. Surprisingly,he muttered words in an unknown language.

Out of nowhere, bolts of lightning hit the closest archer.

Unfortunatly,the archer was still standing. Marcus cursed. "A level 2? Are you kidding me?

He noticed that the shaman girl he met earlier was hit by one of the archer's arrows.
Thalia_Neko

She seemed in pain...and was bleeding? He racalled seeing blood in darker fantasy games like the Witcher,Dark Souls and even some M rated Final Fantasy games...but Fire Emblem? Even with high stakes...

This was getting serious. He needed to reach the tower ASAP.

Though there was one less archer to worry about as a mercenary was about to take care of that enemy.
Silver Wolf

This was getting serious...
He first needed to reach Nyxra.
It was easier said then done as those annoying archer were onto him.

John, or Dagon, had never been the most keenly observant people. Sure he was good enough at reading his opponents when wrestling, but as he explored his own arsenal of weapons he hardly gave a glance to the others who were clearly as confused as he was. What finally drew his attention, however, was a loud whiz followed by a scream of agony. His eyes darted towards the noise, seeing a hooded woman clutching a book as blood poured from her arm. He rapidly surveyed his surroundings and located the source of the attack. Enemies? Clearly not friendly, or it was one backwards way of greeting them. He took an initial step in the hooded woman's direction, but his eyes widened as a black orb launched into the archer who shot the arrow. Yikes.

Only now did he fully take-in the situation. He saw confusion and panic begin to take hold of the group, all of them just as stunned as he was. Every instinct told him to run- to get to safety before this body met the same fate as his other one. He took a half step backwards, knuckles turning white as he gripped his...hammer! With a sudden clarity, he realized that they weren't just a random group of strangers at the mercy of some unforgiving world set to kill them; they were a group of strangers at the mercy of an unforgiving world set to kill them...with weapons! He adjusted his grip on his weapon, surprised by the familiarity of it; like an old friend you briefly forget the name of before all the memories flood in. He fought back a smile.

Looking up, he no longer surveyed the the armed enemies as dangerous foes. He saw them as what they were: Insects, ready to be smashed. It seemed as though this group could handle themselves, and if they were going to work any more of that...magic (or whatever), he would be most useful smashing through their front lines. With a howl of delight, Dagon thundered across the grass towards the forest. He trusted the magic user's attack would distract the archers for a time, giving him an opportunity to smash into their lines. Once those archers were down, the ones without armor (there seemed to be way too many without proper armor!) would be much safer.

His hammer raised, Dagon charged towards the archers. If any stood by the time he got there he was ready to unleash hell.




And as he ran, there might have been a small voice in his head that continued to tell him to run. It told him he was no fighter and that those enemies were trying to kill him. But who cared about that little voice? His armor would be enough to protect him! Right?

Thalia_Neko

Sarina

It was decidedly odd, going from a distant, almost lost consciousness to the sudden clarity of a woman approaching her first battle. Like some part of me wasn’t yet awake, and could barely think. The other part however… I was alert and focused, driven and brimming with energy.

I had to blink and steady myself for a moment, unsteady and uncertain of my surroundings for only an instant as the knowledge of what I was there for flowed into me like a river. It… didn’t help the nerves.

Because for me, this was the first time I’d ever been in real, serious combat. And though it was abrupt and unexpected, it was also something I’d chosen, the weight of years of memories passing along my mind, a burning, relentless need for revenge.

My family, my village, my wretchedly stolen youth.

Only…

I had a family, still, now, elsewhere, far far away from this land, away from the mud and blood of this battlefield. It was… It was…

…

A tense and heartwrenching feeling welled up in my chest. I vocalized a slight gasp as it hit me like a freight train. The life I’d lost was a life I also Never getting the chance to finish growing up with a loving family had long haunted me, the nightmares of what happened that day being a recurring and tragic companion to my sleep each night.

But I also got that chance, I remember, I have lived the life I should have had in both worlds.

Tears poured from my eyes, but I lifted a leather-clad arm and wiped them clean.

Because knowing even more keenly what I’d lost here didn’t make me want to quit, or leave this place behind. True, I wanted to find a way back now, back to the only family I had left… But more than ever, I wanted to enact bloody revenge over what those imperial dastards did to me.

I grit my teeth, clutched my sword tightly, and marched towards Edgewood Tower, pendant swaying in the wind.

I cast aside all strange thoughts of screens and statistics. This was more than a game, it was personal. I was going to earn my place among the Blacksteel Mercenaries.

The fire in my heart could accept nothing less.

Eleonora Luna

Peering out through the bars of the cage as she'd let her thoughts drift, 'Luna' would let out a sigh, her emotions aligning with the character she'd become. She missed her parents and hoped they were doing okay, wondering if they were worried about her safety in 'the other world', and worrying for their safety herself in this one.

Though as she'd lean on the cage waiting for something to happen, something would happen, much sooner than she'd been expecting, as blue figures would appear in the distance, along with red ones, red auras encompassing the guards surrounding her cage. It confused one half of her and made clear sense on who was an ally and who was an enemy to the other. Was she with them? They weren't in her memories... Was she just a nobody to them that they'd just ignore and leave stranded in this small cage? Or were they like her?

Hoping the 'system' wouldn't lie to her, she'd suddenly slam into the bars, take a breath, shut her eyes, and start yelling at the top of her lungs, determined to not let the opportunity to go by.

"HEEEELP! HEEEELP! HELP ME! HEEEEEEL-"

The first sign of trouble was quick to appear. As soon as it did, Baldullr saw a flash of a screen. Units, the layout of the area, and several other pieces of information. While he could make out an imprisoned blue unit. From his vantage point on a tree branch, he jumped down after his bow materialized in his hand. The thump caught the attention of a nearby mercenary who began running after him. At that moment Baldullr found himself pulling an arrow from his quiver instinctively. The mercenary realized this, but an overwhelming sense of calm washed over the mind of the manakete.

Knock the arrow.

Pull the string.

Take aim.

Three simple actions that seemed to just be instinct helped guide his shot. With the release of the arrow, the bow bent itself back and the arrow flung with it, whizzing through the air. What was only a brief few seconds seemed to slow down, and the enemy realized too late that the arrow was going to find home. Luck proved to be an enemy today as when the mercenary moved, the arrow hit a non-vital spot and after a brief pause and a yell of pain, the mercenary continued their charge.

The bow de materialized and Baldullr's bow was replaced by a knife which he then threw. Seeing this, the man made a sidestep and dodged. The distance was closing, so when the knife re-appeared in his hand he watched the sword arm religiously. It was disturbing, how calm and collected Ryan felt in this new situation in this new body, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. As the blade came down, he saw how clumsy of a strike it really was. It had speed, but it lacked finesse, and that allowed for a brief opening. It seemed though that the speed was a big problem. As Baldullr sidestepped the strike, he found his left shoulder graze the sword. A searing, sharp pain echoed from the wound, but the fight was already decided.

Without a second thought, the knife plunged into the opponent's back.

The smell of fresh red blood tickled his nose, and he heard a few garbled coughs as the knife was twisted out. The enemy fell, and all he had to worry about was a minor wound on his left shoulder. While the man wasn't quite dead yet, he knew he didn't have time for a mercy killing. Drawing his attention back to the field, Baldullr noticed a bulky man charging the rear line. Well, at least that was the last thing he took notice of before someone began screaming for help.

The laguz in the cage captured his attention and Baldullr re-materialized his bow and took aim at the guards. Even if it was unlikely to hit, it would at least draw their attention. After that he began focusing on giving supporting fire to anyone who needed it, all the while sticking to the trees around the tower.

As Sophie approached the tower, a new screen of sorts flashed in her mind's eye. A basic layout of a battlefield, outlined with red and blue units. She didn't have much time to figure it out, however, as the sound of fighting drew her attention. With a practiced motion that briefly shocked her other self, the sound of a sword leaving its sheathe sounded. She was still too far away to do anything for now, but with a blade in hand she somehow felt more confident. The cold weight of steel sunk into her mind, and faint memories of training began to kick in. A brisk pace soon turned to a jog, which then gave way to a run as she flung herself towards the enemy.

In a split decision moment she gauged the axe fighter and chose to go after him first.

Never before had Lena experienced a fight, but in this new body known as Sophie, she felt years of training kick in.

The axe wielder was a perfect match for her. Slow and clumsy, which meant she could make full use of her speed. For the first strike, she danced around it and gave a counter slash which found its mark. While the cut wasn't fatal, she had drawn first blood. A few backsteps later and she took in her surroundings quickly. It seemed that a burly unit was making a beeline for the archers, a wise move all things considered, she wouldn't have to worry about. The axe fighter made a charge, this time intent on giving a wide horizontal strike, to ensure she couldn't simply sidestep like last time.

Sophie made an effort to block the strike, but the brute strength of the axe wielder, coupled with the wide head meant she got a nick on her side, but after a short skid she found herself face to face with the man. Both gave each other a cold glare, a silent understanding that at this stage only one would make it out alive. If he could overpower her, it would be her end. That was until Sophie noticed that their weapons were locked in a peculiar way. Using her sword as a lever, she managed to wedge it in the right way to push back just in time to weave out of the strike.

The axe wielder tried to turn around, to use the momentum to recover a swing, but instead her sword flew into his gut. The squelching sound of steel tearing flesh sounded and the man's eyes went wide. Soon, he began to go limp, and Sophie pulled her sword out as he fell. With a simple thud, his body hit the ground, and she took a moment to breathe.

She had won, she would get to live for now.

With the immediate threat over, attention returned to her side which stung as fresh blood oozed from the cut and stained her uniform. Somehow, she knew she could fight through the pain, but she also knew she would have to at least treat this when she had the chance.

As it stood, there was at least one less enemy to deal with.

Damn...this stuff was heavy.

As he thundered across the field towards his enemies he was vaguely aware of combat going on around him. While his new body had no problems weilding the armor and weapons, it certainly slowed him down. Despite this, John made good time as he approached the wounded archer who had been devestated by the magical attack. In his old body, John might have pinned the man to the ground. Perhaps he would have spoken to him or tried to wrestle his weapon away. Killing a man was a moral dilema that could haunt you for years...

But Dagon did not have that dilema. In a fluid motion, Dagon raised his hammer towards the wounded archer and brought it down in a lethal arc. Dagon could feel bone, sinew, and flesh give way as his hammer hit home. One down.

For a moment, John waited for a wave of fatigue to hit him. He waited for the moral implications of his actions to wash over him and make him sick, but after a quick moment he turned towards the other enemies. As he turned, he noticed an arrow burried into his armor near his hip. How had he not felt that? He snapped the arrow out, realizing there was a minor puncture in his flesh but the pain was hardly noticable. He had lived most of his life in pain, this pathetic excuse for an attack wouldn't harm him. A grim smirk crossed his face, but as he prepared to continue his attack, he heard a voice cry from nearby.

"HEEEELP! HEEEELP! HELP ME! HEEEEEEL-"

John's head whirled around trying to locate the source of the cry, his eyes eventually locking onto a woman in a cage. She had a unique appearence, something he had never seen before, but she didn't seem to be one of the people attacking them (or if she was, it was a good enough trap John was going to fall for it). He turned back to the other archers around him, watching with satisfaction as they scrambled back so their ranged weapons would be of use. No bother- he had a new target.

John charged towards the cage, ready for the enemy to attack, but as he approached he realized they were distracted. He risked a brief glance to see what they were distracted by, noticing an archer that had drawn their attention. He would need to thank him later ( Silver Wolf ), but for now there was work to be done. While the enemy eventually turned their attention towards him, Baldullr's distraction had allowed John to get too close. He felt flashes of pain on his body, probably the result of enemy weapons, but Dagon hardly noticed.

Using his momentum, Dagon swung his hammer as hard as he could, the weapon making deadly impact with the enemy. Dagon spun has his arms followed through, the only thing he could do to prevent falling on his face. He tried to slow down, but the force of his sprint and swing was too much, sending him barelling towards the bars of the cage. A loud "CLANG!" rang out as the heavy, plate-covered man slammed into the bars of the cage sending the structure collapsing around him. Echos of clanging bars filled the air as John found himself lying in a pile of rubble that once imprisoned Eleonora. He scrambled to his feet, his weapon ready but his vision still spinning. He was vaguely aware of the girl taking out the last guard with blazing speed, despite his struggle to focus.

"Don't worry!" He called breathlessly as stars danced across his vision. "I got you!"


Noble Scion

Eleonora Luna

As hard as she'd called for help, she hadn't expected that help to come so quickly in the form of a few arrows peppering around her jail, and a terrifying giant of a man barrelling directly at her.

The sight was more scary to her than anything, recoiling to the opposite side of the cage as this human would stop, or at least, she'd expected him to stop. What happened instead was he'd thunder directly into one of the guards, shattering the soldier before he'd stumble and practically hurl himself into the cage and bringing a frightened squeal from the Laguz's lips.

The cage, seemingly being of shoddy construction, would crumble around its captive, metal bars clattering to the ground as the sound of cracking wood would fill the air.

"Agh-! Shit-!"

Wasting no time, Luna would grip her staff as she'd leap to her freedom, rushing the remaining distracted guard to sweep her staff at him, slamming the weapon into his neck with a sickening crack, half of her surprised at how much strength she had in her diminutive frame, and how fast she'd been able to pull it off.

Turning to face her savior, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes at him with distrust, having not had a good experience with humanity up until now, not to mention how intimidating the man was, standing almost a foot taller than her. A strange sensation given that half of her was technically human, just from a different world, but if they saved her, she was willing to put up with them, at least until they got out of this mess, huffing air as she'd hum her thanks to him pensively, one of her large bunny ears twitching with discomfort.

"U-uhm... Thanks... Human."
She couldn't help but feel a little embarassed at how quickly they'd responded, at least the energy she'd put into yelling hadn't been for nothing. She would have to thank the archer later.

Inheritance Silver Wolf

The two mages had drawn the ire of the group of archers, but only the thunder mage was in rage. Just after he shocked one of the archers, the girl in the hood raised up her hand and unleashed her darkness on him. After getting struck by two different magicks he crumpled to the ground. However, one of the archers took aim at the thunder mage and released an arrow. Since he was focused on the thunder mage, that allowed Edith to get within range, thinking it was an opportunity. Her only injury was the arrow to her arm so she didn't feel her life was immediately threatened or anything. She could attack this one, too. SirPrompto15

She raised up her hand. Her tome glowed with an ethereal dark glow before the orb of black mass descended upon the archer, smashing into him with enough force to instantly kill this archer. After getting two kills under her belt, Edith wasn't quite sure what to think or feel. But she knew... using this tome.. felt good. A smile played on her lips after her spell was released and as her eyes watched the poor archer crumple to the ground.

Out of all the enemies that left 1 archer and the lance user. Her eyes was drawn over to movement. The lance user was charging some lanky girl who was entering the forest heading towards Edgewood. "Hey!" She called, fearing for the girl's life. Oh yeah, that was definitely an Edith reaction over Nyxra. "Someone! Help her!" Edith called out. She didn't want that girl to get skewered! Hazard

The lancer raced over, bending low, positioning his lance ready to strike the girl in the back. The enemy felt this was a good opportunity to kill one of the enemies that had left their defensive position. He didn't get why this girl would just wander forward, but he didn't care, he would kill her to thin the enemies' numbers.

Similarly, over at Edgewood Tower, standing at its gate was a big man in armor. He noticed most of his troops had been killed. "Grrr..." He grit his teeth. "Incompetents..!" He grunted angrily. He had been demoted and positioned way out here in the boonies. He wanted nothing more than to do something that showed off his valor for the Empire so he could regain his lost position. He didn't know who these rebels were who were attacking and that pissed him off. But he didn't care. If he could kill them then surely he'd be noticed! "Guards!!!" He called.

Two more axe users ran out of the guard tower beside him and took up their positions in front of him. One archer poked out of the widow, ready to shoot anyone who got near.

Marcus/Zack was relieved. Nyxra had assisted him against thos pesky archers.
Evrn if one was down,there were plenty left and one has aimed for him.
He realised it too late.

The arrow was fired toward him.

He tried to roll out of the way.
Fortunatly,the arrow didn't hit him. He could still live another day...for now.
Unfortunatly, Nyxra was hit on the hand getting in range.
"T...Thanks dir saving me,but you should really try to heal that wound before it gets worse." He told Nyxra.

She took care of most of the archers.
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Marcus noticed a lancer who was trying to attack an innocent young swordswoman.
Nyxra called out to him and others to help the girl.
Marcus knew that lances were " Super effective" ( pokrmon expresions in a Fire Emblem game? Where does that come from?!) against swords.

That girl was in big trouble.

With no time to lose,Marcus/Zack opened his tome and chanted a spell,summoning lightning strikes aimed dirrectly toward the lancer.

After it was done,Zack(Marcus) ran to meet with the swordwoman.
"Are you alright? Allow me to help you! I'm an ally!" He told her.
Hazard

So much had happened in a short span of time. An ally had been released, and there were only two more enemies. With a lance user charging someone who had absentmindedly wandered into a battlefield and one last archer pelting their position, victory seemed assured.

At least until the presumed leader of the tower came out flanked by two axe fighters. Seeing the leader, something burned inside her. A drive of sorts unfamiliar to the one known as Lena, but the memories of Sophie burned clear in her mind. She may not know the person in front of her, but she knew exactly who they stood with. A foe to many, and a chance to prove herself. A passionate rage began to burn in her heart, borne of a pain that has haunted humanity since the dawn of civilization. Igniting a desire that could only be found in those fighting to for a simple notion: to defend one's home.

Sophie moved, and Lena could only watch as her own body began to move of its own accord. Her sword raised to point to the commander and his two lackeys. Words that Lena never would have dreamed of saying began to leave her mouth.

"The enemy is nearly finished. Press the attack! Don't give the empire's forces any mercy!"

Her eyes locked to the commander's and her mind cleared. As though trying to impose her thoughts onto him through her harsh glare, to burn into him that only one of them would live and she had no intention of it being her.

With her sword gripped tight, Sophie began to charge for the tower. Though the wound on her side bothered her, she had long since forgotten and was determined to press on. If the commander had honor, he would meet her. If not, he would send his lackeys. Either way, as long as she still drew breath, she would fight. If her charge inspired her allies, she was certain they would win.

Besides, she still had one ace up her sleeve, and it still had its full five uses.