The Angel with the Sword

Chapter 5: Saving a Few Lives Here and There

"Damn it! The town is ablaze! Those blasted brigands, no doubt..." Chrom exclaimed, throwing one of his hands to the side in anger, slicing the air. "Frederick, Lissa, quickly!"

Frederick gestured to me. "What about her?"

"Unless she's on fire as well, it can wait!"

Frederick bowed. "Aptly put, milord."

"Let's just go already!" Lissa exclaimed, throwing her hands up and down in frustration.

The three of them rushed off in the distance, drawing their weapons as they ran. All but Lissa, who had some sort of healing staff. I reached after them, "But what about me?" I mumbled to myself. "Hmm..." I decided to run after them. I'm not sure why, but I sure as hell wasn't going to be a burden. Well.... here we go!

"Chrom, wait!" I waved, slowing down as I neared them.

He turned around, eyes widening in surprise. "Leila?! Why did you follow us?"

Upon reaching them, I put my hands on my knees, breathing heavily, as I was pretty out of shape. "I'm not... entirely.... *pant*.... sure myself." After catching my breath, I stood up straight. "But I'm armed," I said, pulling a bronze sword and Thunder tome out of my brown cloak. (Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my attire completely changed upon entering the game.) "And I know how to fight. That is, if you'll have me."

"Of course. Strength in numbers- just stay close!" he replied. I nodded.

As Chrom turned back to face the battlefield, I felt my legs begin to shake. I unsheathed my sword and looked at my very nervous reflection. I can do this, I can do this.... I reassured myself.

Frederick, now mounted upon his armor-covered horse, looked down at me. "Remember, Leila, we face practiced thieves and murderers. They won't show us any mercy. It's kill or be killed."

I nodded silently and gulped. "R-right." I scanned the battlefield for the first time. We were fighting in what looked like to be a town-square, lined with freshly abandoned shops. There were only a few enemies, two of which seemed to be sword-fighters who seemed to be much quicker than they are strong. Accompanying them were two barbaric-looking axe-fighters who looked to be very powerful, but also very slow. Lastly, there was a lone mage who carried what looked to be like an Elwind tome. Crap, he's the same level as me but still has higher-level magic? Bullshit!
Frederick took the lead, charging at the sword-fighters, driving his silver lance through their hearts. It sent chills up my spine: they fell in one blow! I'd never even seen such flawless execution! Chrom followed not too far behind him, his sword laying waste to the axe-fighters. Good, I thought, both of them are using the Weapon Triangle to their advantage. This gives both of them a 20% hit percentage upper hand. Swords best axes, axes best lances, and lances best swords.
I then turned to look at Lissa. Even though she couldn't aid in combat, she aided by healing Chrom and Frederick with her magic for any injuries they'd received. Amazing. Just like one machine.
My amazement was soon interrupted by an axe swinging just inches from my face, nearly chopping the tip of my nose clean off. "Ay, boys, c'mere and look at 'is 'un." How strange. They talked with different accents than Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick. Before I knew it, four or five more of the brigands were cornering me against one of the abandoned kiosks. "Oooh, we should get a very pretty penny for 'er." What was I going to do? My eyes began to squeeze shut in terror, giving up. It was over. Maybe I could scream for Chrom and Frederick?
No.
I will NOT be a burden to these kind (put quotes around that for Frederick) people anymore!
I opened my eyes, pulled out my tome and screamed, "THUNDER!!!" Suddenly a huge bolt burst from my tome, killing about half of the brigands, leaving just enough room for me to escape. "Chrom! Frederick! Help meeeeeeee!" The two of them turned around, rushing towards the remaining bandits. Chrom glided across the stones with impeccable finesse, dragging his sword along the pavement, bringing it back up, and finally stabbing one of the unsuspecting bandits in the back. He fell to his knees, eyes wide and coughing up blood before finally moving on to the next world. With Chrom having lost his element of surprise, the second ruffian rushed at him, bringing his axe down. Chrom blocked it with his sword and pushed the ruffian's axe into the air, knocking him off balance and into the dirt. Chrom then leaped into the air, plunging his sword into the ruffian's back as he landed. When the ruffian had died, Chrom pulled his sword out of the corpse's back. He then twirled it around to get the immediate blood off before sheathing it again. We scanned the area. There didn't seem to be anymore enemies in the area. The battle was over.
I beamed with pride, expecting Chrom to shower me with praise, but to my surprise and dismay, he looked very angry. He turned to me, "What the hell were you thinking?!"