The Misadventures of... this title is gonna be long

Chappie 3

The next morning consisted of looking around the small town, with Dane going off to buy some weapons and armor for us while I decided to imitate Assassin's Creed (please world, don't sue me) and listen in to people and read the news or something to figure out when and where we are.

I sat down on a bench, listening in to the conversations happening around me. The talk was mostly about a war of some sort, battles, skirmishes that hit too close to home, bandits who took advantage of the continental chaos to wreck their own chaos upon helpless villages.

The latter was the most popular subject. Go figure.

But as for where we were? Somewhere in the edges of , half a day from the coast of Akaneia facing Talys...

Whoopidee-flippin'-doo.

"Hey, Kat. Got an iron sword and some armor for you." I looked up to see Dane passing a generic-looking sword at me. Smiling, I took it, with the scabbard, and strapped it on. Then, I took my new armor and followed him back to the inn, and into his temporary room before closing the door.

I started putting on my armor before stopping half-way through, asking nobody in particular, "How do you exactly put on armor correctly?"

Dane shrugged. "Do what feels natural?" He offered before returning to strapping his gauntlets on. Sighing, I continued with my leather chestplate. I had specifically requested for light armor that won't get in the way of battling with speed and agility. This is Marth's body after all, and unlike my old one where it's all power, he's kinda more on the... lean-bishie-hot-anime-boy perfectioness.

Dang it why...

As for Dane, he wore simple white and blue armor that would defend well enough against major blows while fighting with heavier attacks. He insisted on it. I'm not gonna get in his way for that.

And of course, right when I was done, bells started ringing out, and I don't mean like Catholic mass bells or school bells — I mean bandit raid bells!

Picking up my iron sword, I swung the door open. "Dane! You coming with or naw?"

"You'll die without me!" Dane replied before sprinting past me into the slightly terrifying outside world.

Already, it was mostly chaotic in a panicky sort of way. The two of us pushed trough the waves of fleeing bodies, advancing towards the center and origin of it all. We knew we were close when we saw a corpse lying on the side, shoved haphazardly by the retreating, defenseless masses.

"Crab cakes..." I muttered, them mumbled a prayer and a "Godspeed" before moving along. Dane looked at where I looked and scrunched up his eyebrows as his mouth twisted into a frown. "Brutal. Like you at your worst."

"Right now isn't the time for jokes!"

"Sorry."

I didn't care to register his last word and continued onwards, finally ducking behind a building and peering out from the side. "By the way, aren't we supposed to run away from danger and not the other way around?" He asked, holding onto the iron sword sheathed by his side.

I decided not to answer for a good long while before finally, softly replying, "I just want to see."

"Huh?"

"I just want to see how bad it is. After that, we can leave. You can leave now, actually, If you want to."

Dane simply shot me a look as if—"Are you freaking insane?"

"For what?"

He smirked. "Gosh, I don't want to leave you lonelier than your love life!" Oh, ouch. That... that really hurt.

The worst part is, I can't even come up with a half-way decent come-back.

I ran from where we are to another building, Dane quickly following after me. This continued for a good, long while until we were close enough to see the main carnage.

And none of it was pretty. In fact, I should probably spare my mind of the details because... well...

Dead bodies, everywhere, the civilian and militia ones numbering at a larger percentage than the bandit ones.

"Hello there, young'uns. Shame you're out here... eh?" A malicious voice spoke behind us.

So I did what was only natural for a confused, emotionally-wound-up physically-male-but-mentally-female to do.

I whipped around and slapped him on the face. "Dude, that is SO. NOT. FREAKING. COOL. Only I, I, ME! ME! Only I have the freaking honor to scare the heck outta people, you got that you sonovacravenouswhore?!"

"Bitch!"

"Cliche'd bastard of a... actually, why am I doing thi-- DANE, WATCH THE ARM!!!" Having enough of our extremely short insult-lashing, he grabbed onto my arm and tried to run away.

Emphasis on the tried, excuse me.

Before the ax could hit his head, I used my sword to block it. However, I couldn't muster up enough strength to do as much, so the path was diverted to my arm, producing a hugs, crimson-red gash. Ooh, first blood. Unfortunately, it was mine. Yelling out a bit in pain, I doubled back as I switched positions with Dane, who now had a sword up and pointed at the bandit. "You, forget this happened and let us run away, and we won't kill you."

The bandit laughed at us. "No deal! Go poking around in what's not your business, and this is what you get!" Another ax swing, apparently. Dane rolled to the side to avoid it as I took out a knife that I bought earlier, sneaking around him until I knew I had a clear chance to get at his back. Dang, Dane must have been good a dodgeball.

But did I really need to do this? To kill another person?

My hesitation almost killed me when he turned around and smacked my face with the blunt end of his ax, which really, REALLY hurt! Freaking...

I managed to hold on to my knife and run away from his attacks. Right when he was about to prepare another swing, he just stopped. Right there.

He fell over to his side and a Dane with a bloody sword and wide, unbelieving eyes stood in his wake. I put away my knife and tugged on Dane's cape. "Come on. We gotta run." He didn't respond.

Sighing, I kicked his butt. Literally.

He yowled in pain and glared at me. "Ka--"

"Save it for later. We're running." I grabbed his hand and ran from the carnage, away from the fact that I almost killed another living, breathing human and that Dane actually did kill someone, even though we both knew it will come back and bite us in the arse later on.

Whoopidee.

Flippin'.

Doo.