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Author’s Note: Chapter 17. Pretty neat. Nice to finally be back on a semi-consistent schedule of not releasing chapters seven months after the previous chapter. I would like to give a belated thanks to a reviewer named NatsukiWrites (hope I spelled that right) for suggesting that I call what I am currently calling Elemental Magic and the game calls Black Magic as Anima Magic, a term used in the GBA games. I like the idea and will very much consider it though if I do decide to do it I may not change things until after completing the fic.
I… swear I had more to say than this. Uh… see you below.
“This is not good.” Yuri said.
“Gee, you think.” Hapi deadpanned.
After hours of running from the giant doll things involving much opening and closing of gates (or, as Linhardt aptly put it, “Run through this gate, open that one, run through another one. Sheesh. That’s enough gates to last me a lifetime”). Even after they were sure they had lost the thing they still kept running until they were in the relative safety of the Ashen Wolves’ base, panting heavily. Unfortunately, as soon as they got to the base a new trouble arose to replace their old one: a note had been left on a table stating that whoever sent it had kidnapped Aelfric and would kill him unless the Chalice of Beginnings was delivered to the ruins of the old chapel on the outskirts of Garreg Mach. It was signed only with two curved slashes.
“What do we do?” Ashe asked.
Balthus slammed his fist into his hand. “Isn’t it obvious, we go rescue him.”
“Yes!” Constance agreed, having returned to her bombastic self. “These ruffians will rue the day they laid their hands on Aelfric!”
Hilda winced and held her head in her hands. “Please… take it down a notch.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Constance asked.
“She has a concussion.” Linhardt explained, using magic to ease Hilda’s pain. “She’s extremely sensitive to noise right now.”
“Oh.” Constance said. “I apologize. I’ll endeavor to lower the volume of my gloriousness in the future.”
“Wait.” Edelgard interjected, holding up a hand. “Isn’t it a bit odd they knew we had the Chalice? Or that we were looking for it in the first place.”
Yuri scowled. “You’re right. I smell a rat.”
“Well it’s not any of us.” Hapi said, gesturing to the Ashen Wolves.
“Yeah, we’d never betray each other.” Balthus said, crossing his arms proudly.
“I doubt it’s one of us, either.” Dimitri said. “We haven’t been separated from you since we arrived. Not to mention, I see no motive for any of us to leak information to potential kidnappers.”
“What about that professor of yours.” Yuri suggested. “She was here when we discussed the Chalice and she left with Aelfric.”
“How dare you!” Edelgard shouted, making Hilda wince once again. “The Professor would never do something like that!”
“Yes, if there’s one thing we agree on it’s that the Professor would never do something like that.” Dimitri agreed.
“Looking at the evidence, she’s the only one who could've done it.” Yuri pointed out.
“You don't know Teach like we do.” Claude rebutted. “And she would never rat us out to some no good kidnappers. She has a bit of a saving people thing.”
Suddenly, as if summoned, Byleth and Jeralt burst through the door, clearly in distress.
“Class! Ashen Wolves! We need your help!” Byleth shouted.
Hilda groaned again and laid her head on the table, giving up.
“Professor! Jeralt!” Dimitri shouted in surprise. “What’s wrong!”
“Aelfric’s been kidnapped.” Byleth explained.
There was a silent beat.
“We knew that already.” Hapi said.
Byleth raised an eyebrow. “You did?”
“Yeah, we found this ransom note.” Yuri explained, handing the aforementioned note to Byleth. “Don’t know who sent it, though.”
Byleth and Jeralt looked over the note. The handwriting was worryingly familiar. They only got more worried as they reached the bottom of the letter and saw the curved slashes.
“Shit.” They said at the same time.
Byleth handed the note back to Yuri. “We know who kidnapped Aelfric.”
“Who?” Everyone except Hilda asked.
“Metodey.” She and Jeralt said at the same time. Their voices dripped with disgust.
The Ashen Wolves, Claude, and Edelgard exchanged combined worried/disgusted looks. The fact that even Edelgard, who either had or would hire the guy, was disgusted said something about how horrible he was.
“Um, pardon my ignorance but who’s Metodey?” Ashe asked.
“You know how Jeralt is the most powerful mercenary in Fodlan?” Byleth asked rhetorically, jabbing her thumb at Jeralt. “Metodey is the most dangerous mercenary in Fodlan. Whereas Jeralt and his band have principles and a code, and even guys like Kostis have lines they won’t cross, Metodey’s a complete sociopath.”
“He has no morals, no empathy for others, and kills for the fun of it.” Jeralt exposited. “But worst of all, he uses being a mercenary as an excuse for every terrible thing he’s done. The only reason anybody hires him is because he’s effective and cheap.”
“How absolutely horrible.” Ashe said.
“That sums it up pretty well.” Byleth agreed.
“Well, it doesn't matter.” Yuri said. “We still have to rescue Aelfric. At least now we know who we’re up against.”
“You’re right, kid.” Jeralt said. “All of you, gear up. We’re gonna need to be at our best to face down this bastard. Once all of you are prepared, I’ll explain the plan.”
Yet another silence fell upon the room.
“Who are you?” Hapi asked, monotonous as ever.
Byleth rubbed the back of her head. “Oh, sorry. I forgot introductions.” She gestured to Jeralt. “ Ashen Wolves, this is my father Jeralt, sometimes known as the Blade Breaker.” She gestured to the Ashen Wolves. “Jeralt, this is Yuri, Hapi, Constance, and Balthus, collectively known as the Ashen Wolves.”
“Yes, hello.” Jeralt said stiffly. Not the greatest at introductions.
Balthus reeled back in shock. “Jeralt!? The Blade Breaker!? You’re kidding!”
“Nope.” Byleth said, popping the p at the end.
Balthus put his hand to the side of his head. “Great. So after this is over, you’re gonna try and take me in, aren’t you pal.”
Jeralt crossed his arms. “What reason would I have to take you in? I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done, I don’t do jobs I haven’t specifically been hired for, and even if I did, Abyss is neutral territory. I don’t get special privileges just because I’m the best there is.”
“Well that’s reassuring.” Balthus said.
“I think we’ve wasted enough time.” Edelgard said. “If we are to save your friend we must make haste.”
“Right.” Byleth said. “Like Jeralt said, gear up. He can take things from there.”
The Best Friend Squad and Ashen Wolves obliged, making sure their weapons would work properly and restocking on arrows. The only people who didn’t start prepping were Hilda and Linhardt, who continued to sit at the table.
“Professor?” Hilda asked groggily. “Can I sit this one out? I’m not doing so hot.”
Normally, Byleth would see this as a transparent attempt by Hilda to get out of working but this time something seemed genuinely wrong.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“No.” Hilda answered. Apparently, she wasn’t interested in elaborating. Linhardt, however, was perfectly fine with elaborating for her.
“She took a pretty bad blow to the head during our last battle.” He explained. “Based on the symptoms, I’d say she has a concussion. As her temporary doctor I suggest that she avoid excess stimuli such as loud noises and bright lights, both of which are present in battle. The best course of action is for the both of us to remain here so that I may apply light healing magic and monitor her condition until proper medical treatment can be administered.”
Byleth nodded solemnly. “I understand. I can’t expect someone injured to go into battle and if Linhardt has to remain with you, then he can.”
“Thank you.” Hilda said quietly.
Byleth cleared her throat and spoke to the entire room. “Right, now that that’s settled, I think it’s about time to move out. I now defer you all to Jeralt.” She held her arms out to indicate Jeralt and then went to stand with the rest of the group.
Metodey had never cared for his title of the Most Dangerous Mercenary in Fodlan. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t agree with it, he just felt it was too modest. Most dangerous mercenary in Fodlan? Feh! He was the most dangerous mercenary in the entire goddessdamn world!
But alas, nobody cared what he thought. Even after he burned their house down and scarred them beyond belief. Though the fact that they tended to die soon afterwards might have had something to do with it.
Speaking of death, he was really itching to kill this annoying prisoner. Elf-rich or something. At first, he had tried negotiating, which Metodey put a stop to by threatening him with a knife. Then he tried threats, claiming Jeralt the Blade Breaker would come to rescue him. Once again, Metodey threatened him with a knife. So now the guy was trying to engage in small talk. With his kidnapper. And apparently he realized that Metodey wasn't actually allowed to harm him because when threatened with a knife he didn't even flinch.
“So,” Elf-rich said. “Have you ever played that new Heroes card game everyone talks about? The one that red haired lady’s been selling?”
Metodey growled. “Shut up!”
“I’ll take that as a no, then.” Aelfric replied.
Metodey groaned in frustration but before he could stab him out of sheer annoyance, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Specifically, those of Jeralt, the Ashen Wolves, and the Best Friend Squad.
“Metodey!” Jeralt shouted.
Metodey cackled. So Elf-rich was right. Jeralt had been coming for him.
“Jeralt.” Metodey said. “Good to see you!”
“Let Aelfric go.” Jeralt said, stepping forward.
Metodey grabbed Aelfric and held a knife to his throat. “Ah, ah, ah. I need to see the goods first!”
A silver haired pretty boy reached into a bag and produced the cup he had been instructed to get. He held it up for all to see. Metodey grinned.
“Good. Good.” He said. “Our mysterious benefactors will be pleased. Now hand it over.” He made a beckoning motion with his free hand
“Hmm…” The pretty boy said. “No.” Fast as a whip he grabbed a hidden knife and threw it at Metodey. The knife embedded itself in the arm holding the knife and caused him to drop it along with Elf-rich. He growled a low, terrifying growl.
“Attack!” He shouted. And then, all hell broke loose.
As soon as the battle began, Jeralt ran over to Aelfric and helped him to his feet.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Aelfric replied. He grinned. “He didn’t lay a finger on me. Wasn’t allowed to. Once I figured that out I annoyed him to no end.”
Jeralt punched him lightly in the arm. “That’s the spirit.”
“Die!” Metodey shouted, having stupidly removed the knife from his wound. He’d probably miraculously survive somehow but it was still stupid.
Metodey aimed to stab Jeralt in the back with his poison dagger, a foolish endeavor (unless you’re Kronya, apparently). Jeralt blocked the strike with his axe. Once again, not his preferred weapon but he couldn’t block a knife at such close range with his spear.
He jumped backwards, taking Aelfric with him. He handed Aelfric the axe and unslung his spear from his back. The axe wasn’t Aelfric’s preferred weapon either. No weapon was, really. But if he was to survive he needed a weapon.
“I wish I could say I was shocked by your dirty tricks.” Jeralt said to Metodey. “But I'm not.”
“Like you're one to talk.” Metodey said, laughing. “You tricked me with that cup thing.”
He pulled out a second knife and ran at Jeralt. Jeralt leaned back and the knives passed in front of his stomach, not hitting him. He swept his spear below Metodey, attempting to knock him off balance. Metodey leaped into the air to avoid this and tried to do a flip over Jeralt. This didn’t work too well as Jeralt jabbed him in the stomach with the back end of his spear and knocking him to the ground, not even bothering to turn around.
He spun around and attempted to strike through Metodey’s preexisting stab wound but the mercenary rolled out of the way.
“Nice try!” Byleth shouted, ducking under a merc’s blade and jabbing him in the stomach.
She stood back up and brushed herself off. Suddenly, two merc’s ran at her from the front and behind. She threw her sword up in the air, grabbed the merc in front of her, and threw him over her head and onto his buddy behind her before catching her sword in one swift movement.
Yuri sauntered up to her. “Enjoying yourself, milady?” He asked, smirking.
Byleth raised an eyebrow. “Are you flirting in the middle of a battle?”
“Why yes, yes I am.” He replied with a wink. “Is something wrong with that?” He kicked a merc in his soft spot.
“Well, I’m pretty sure we have more important things to worry about.” Byleth explained. “Here, catch.” She added offhandedly, throwing a merc at Yuri.
“Said the pot calling the kettle black.” Sothis butted in.
(Quiet, you.) Byleth grumbled.
“Listen,” Yuri said, knocking the thrown merc away. “I just want to apologize. While you were away with Jeralt and Aelfric I accused you of having kidnapped Aelfric.”
Byleth didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry.” He said. “I should have accused you to your face. So, to make it up to you, I’d like to take you on a date to the Holy Mausoleum at midnight. No earlier.”
For the second time that day, Byleth broke out into laughter. A merc actually tripped over her when she doubled over. She took the chance to knock him out with a swift kick. “I’m sorry.” She said. “But that’s the second funniest thing I’ve heard all day.”
“What’s the first funniest?” Yuri asked.
“Look, as funny as it would be to see Edelgard’s reaction to me dating you,” Byleth said, not answering the question. “You’re just not my type.”
“Your reaction when we first met says otherwise.” Yuri countered, stabbing a merc.
“He’s got you there.” Sothis snarked.
(Whose side are you on!?)
“The funny one.”
Byleth kicked a merc in the face. “Okay, let’s cut the comedy.” Byleth said, serving triple duty of deflecting the topic, attempting to shut down Sothis, and getting to the real root of this conversation. “I’m not stupid. I’ve been a teacher for six months and a mercenary for much longer, I recognize a scheme when I see one. What’s your game here?”
Yuri smirked. He did that a lot. “Smarter than you look.”
(Not one word.) Byleth preempted Sothis.
“You’re right, I am scheming.” Yuri said. “But obviously, I can’t tell you what’s going on.”
“Obviously.” Byleth said semi-sarcastically.
“Just remember.” Yuri said. “The Holy Mausoleum. Midnight. No earlier.”
Suddenly, a laugh rang out across the battlefield. Everyone, be they a merc, Best Friend Squad member, or Ashen Wolf, turned to see who had laughed. There were some gasps. Metodey had recaptured Aelfric and his knife was closer to his throat than ever.
“Surrender or I’ll kill him!” He shouted. He smiled derangedly. “And this time I mean it!”
“You bastard!” Balthus shouted.
Metodey laughed again. Yuri grit his teeth. This guy really needed to shut up.
“Hapi, do your thing!” He shouted.
Normally, Hapi would probably have a witty remark but Aelfric was in mortal danger. There was no time for jokes. She breathed in and let out a heavy sigh.
There was a brief silence. You could almost feel the ellipses hanging in the air. Then, out of nowhere, a giant bird swooped down out of the sky. Then, two giant wolves burst out of the trees, despite the fact that the mercenaries had been sure there was nothing else nearby aside from a few regular sized birds and a rat or two.
The mercs panicked, being completely unprepared for this situation. Because of this they were quickly set upon by wolves, who were excited by the movement. Meanwhile, the bird had a different target in mind.
Balthus pumped his fist and laughed. “Ha! Take that!”
His excitement quickly died as the bird plucked him from the ground by his shoulders and carried him high into the sky.
Aelfric never thought he’d die like this. He had expected to die a nice, natural death with no violence involved. But no, instead he was going to be killed by a knife wielding madman surrounded by giant wolves and birds (though they weren’t entirely unwelcome given how much of a problem they were for the mercs). Well, at least he’d get to see her again. Sitri, that is.
He mentally shook his head. No. He was not going to die like this. He was not going to let everything he had been planning go to waste. There was only one thing to do: he’d have to use magic. He was pretty rusty but there was no doubt in his mind that he could do it.
He closed his eyes and focused. Admittedly he felt a bit like a novice, the way he was thinking. Regardless, he began to glow with white energy, surprising Metodey. Seemingly from the heavens (though more likely from a fixed origin point in the air resulting from a trail of invisible magic released by Aelfric) a bolt of white light came down upon them, bombarding Metodey. This was Abraxas, one of the most powerful faith spells out there. While it hadn’t killed Metodey it had probably put an end to his mercenary career.
This was the final straw for the remaining mercs. They fled but most of them didn’t get very far due to the fact that it was also the final straw for the beasts, who freaked out and trampled over anyone in their way in attempts to escape from the blinding light.
Unfortunately, this included the giant bird that was currently holding Balthus. It flailed wildly in the air and loosened its grip on Balthus, releasing him from its grasp. This would be great were it not for the fact that he was now falling towards the ground at high speed.
Due to being nearby, Yuri, Hapi, and Byleth all ran to catch him but Dimitri got there first. He managed to catch the Flightless King of Grappling in a bridal carry before he hit the ground. It was probably a good thing Dimitri got there first as catching someone as muscular as Balthus would have broken the other three’s arms.
Balthus removes himself from Dimitri’s arms and wiped his brow. “Whew, thanks Pal. But, uh, do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about the part with the bridal carry.”
“Too late, B.” Hapi said, approaching the two. “Everyone saw it. You’re lucky none of us can draw.”
Balthus hung his head and sighed.
“Alright, enough screwing around, let’s go see if Aelfric’s okay.” Yuri said, putting his hands on his hips.
Aelfric was indeed okay. Exhausted from the expended energy performing that spell but okay. Everybody crowded around him.
“You okay, Aelfric?” Jeralt asked.
“Of course.” Aelfric replied. “He never lay a finger on me. Metaphorically speaking.”
“I apologize greatly, Aelfric.” Constance said, once again in a sunshine-induced funk. “I can only assume your kidnapping was due to something I did.”
“Wait, what?” Byleth asked, confusion written all over her face. “How? You weren’t even there?”
Claude leaned in close to her. “She gets like this sometimes.” He whispered. “I’ll explain later.” Byleth nodded.
“So what are we going to do with him?” Yuri asked, gesturing to the unconscious and beaten Metodey lying on his back next to them. The Abraxis had messed him up pretty good, particularly his legs and eyes.
Hapi wrinkled her nose. “Jeez. I know he was a sociopath but I’m not sure anyone deserves this.”
“Is this… normal, for faith magic?” Byleth asked. From what she’d seen on the battlefield she was pretty sure it wasn’t.
Aelfric shook his head. “No. But when it comes to particularly wicked individuals, the Goddess has been known to dole out divine judgement.”
“I wish.” Sothis snarked.
“Far be it from me to contradict you, Aelfric.” Constance interjected. “But it seems that you may have simply overdone the spell. I’m probably not correct, though.”
Aelfric shook his head and sighed. “No, you’re right. I probably did just overdo it. But divine judgement sounds much better than ‘I screwed up.’”
“Well, regardless, his mercenary career is definitely over.” Yuri said. “So that’s some comfort to, well, pretty much everyone.”
“So, do we just leave him like this?” Hapi asked.
“We can’t do that.” Ashe said. “That’s horrible, even for such a cruel person.”
Jeralt rubbed his chin. “Best thing to do is tell the Knights of Seiros and let them take it from here. If Aelfric tells him he was kidnapped they’ll believe him without question. And I’m sure they’ll be just as glad as we are that Metodey’s no longer a problem.”
“You know, I can’t help but wonder what he wanted the Chalice for.” Claude said.
“Why don’t we ask him.” Yuri said. “Constance, a bit or water if you please.”
Constance wordlessly obliged, blasting Metodey in the face with a water spell. Metodey woke, gasping and coughing. Slowly, he sat up.
“What’s goin on!” He shouted. “Why can’t I see! Why does everything hurt!”
Aelfric stepped forward. “Don’t worry, I can take care of this.” He kneeled down and passed his hand over Metodey’s leg, It glowed with magic power.
Metodey’s face relaxed. “Ah, that’s much bet- oof!” The ack came from being punched in the gut by, of all people, Aelfric. “What the hell!”
Yuri grabbed Metodey by the collar and lifted him up. “Alright, you bastard. You’re gonna tell us what we need to know or you’ll be hit by someone whose actually got some weight behind his punches!” He gave a sideways glance to Balthus who cracked his knuckles loudly. Meanwhile, Aelfric looked mildly offended.
Metodey laughed. “You’re that pretty boy, aren’t you?” He shook his head. “Alright, I’ll tell you anything you want. After all, I can’t see and from the lack of feeling it looks like my legs don’t work? What have I got to lose?”
“Why do you want the Chalice!” Yuri growled.
“I don’t know.” Metodey said with a shrug. “All I was told was “Get the Chalice of Beginnings” or whatever it’s called. I don’t even really know who told me to do it. It was just some guy in a black robe. He had the hood pulled up so I couldn’t see his face.”
“Anything else you can tell us about this guy you met?” Yuri growled.
“Jeez, quit it with the threatening act I said I'd tell you everything.” Metodey replied. “And all I can tell you is the guy was probably pretty old. Either that or he had hilariously bad posture. He was all hunched over and his voice was raspy.”
(Sounds like Solon.) Byleth thought. (Guess Edelgard rents this guy out.)
“Either that or he was working for them from the beginning.” Sothis said.
“That’s it?” Yuri asked.
“There’s something else.” Metodey said. “After I was hired to steal the cup I got a letter detailing a plan on how to do that. Specifically, the plan I just carried out. Thing is, it looked like the letter was from an entirely separate person.”
“So there are two parties in play here.” Claude said, rubbing his chin.
“That’s pretty much all I know.” Metodey said with a shrug. “So if you don’t mind, please put me down now.” Yuri obliged, dropping him and then giving him a nice tap on the head to knock him out cold.
“Alright, let’s tie these guys up and get out of here.” Byleth said, stretching. “I assume you have some rope arrows, Claude.”
“Always, Teach.” Claude replied, drawing what was presumably a rope arrow from his quiver.
Yuri held up his hand. “Not yet.”
“What?” Byleth asked.
“We can’t leave yet.” Yuri reiterated. From the look of it he seemed to be counting down in his head. And why did Aelfric have an odd combination of remorse and anticipation on his face.
And then, it all became clear. Three dark mages warped in and, before anyone could react, magically restrained Balthus, Constance, and Hapi.”
Yuri took out the Chalice, tossed it in the air, and caught it again. “Thanks for letting me have the Chalice, Friend.” He said to Byleth. “I was worried I’d actually have to fight you for it.”
“Yuri, you son of a bitch!” Balthus shouted. “What are you doing!”
“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.” Yuri said smugly.
“Excellent work, Yuri.” Aelfric said, clapping.
“Aelfric, you’re involved in this too!” Constance shouted. Dusk had begun to set in and apparently that was enough to bring Constance’s bombastic side out.
“Involved in this?” Aelfric asked rhetorically. “I wasn’t just involved in this, it was my plan!”
Metodey laughed. “So it was you who hired me.”
Aelfric shook his head. “Yes, I was the one who sent that letter. Now, I think I’ve said enough.” He turned to Jeralt and bowed. “I’m sorry for our first real meeting in years to have to end like this, Old Friend. I would have liked to spend more time with you. But don’t worry, I will make it up to you.”
“Make it up to me?” Jeralt asked, confused. “Aelfric what the hell-”
“Goodbye for now, Old Friend.” Aelfric said, shaking his head. “And goodbye to the rest of you as well.”
With that, he and the dark mages warped away with the three captured Ashen Wolves. Only Yuri remained. He smiled.
“It’s all up to you now.” He said. “I’m sure you'll figure it out.” Then he too warped away, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Claude was the first one to snap out of it. “What just happened?”
“I think Yuri and Aelfric just betrayed us.” Byleth answered, rubbing her forehead.
“But why?” Ashe asked. “Why would they betray us?”
“There’s only one possible explanation.” Jeralt said gravely. “You said that Chalice can raise the dead, right?”
“Wait.” Byleth said. “You don't think…”
Jeralt nodded. “I do. Aelfric wants to bring someone dead back to life.”
“But that’s impossible!” Edelgard protested. “You can’t bring the dead back to life! We’ve been over this!”
“Aelfric seems to think otherwise.” Jeralt replied.
“He must be desperate.” Claude said. “If the story he told us is true, the last time the Chalice was used something catastrophic happened.”
“If Aelfric intends to use the Chalice again we must make haste before history repeats itself.” Dimitri said.
Jeralt nodded. “I agree.”
“Hold up.” Claude said. “Before we go anywhere, do we even know where we’re going.”
“I do.” Byleth said. “We need to go to the Holy Mausoleum.”
“How do you know that?” Edelgard asked.
“During the battle, Yuri asked me on a date.” Byleth explained.
“What!” Edelgard shouted, shaking her fist. “How dare he!”
Under normal circumstances, Byleth would have found Edelgard’s reaction funny. But these were not normal circumstances. She held her hands up. “Woah, calm down. He wasn’t actually asking me out on a date. It was part of a scheme. He asked me to come to the Holy Mausoleum at midnight, no earlier.”
Claude put his hand on his chin. “He must be planning to double cross Aelfric. A triple cross.”
“It could be a trap.” Edelgard mused.
“If he wanted to trap us he could have just captured us with the Ashen Wolves.” Claude pointed out.
“It doesn’t matter.” Byleth said. “It’s our only lead and we need to stop Aelfric and rescue the Ashen Wolves. Now come on, we’ve wasted enough time. Let’s go.”
Author's Note: Not featured: An Expy of Kai Leng who existed purely for me to kill him for some much needed catharsis. I mean, killing him in the game was awesome (“That was for Thane you son of a bitch!”) but I’m still mad. Other than that there’s no real behind the scenes stuff or announcements. Until next time.
I… swear I had more to say than this. Uh… see you below.
Part One
White Clouds
The Most Dangerous Mercenary in Fodlan
White Clouds
The Most Dangerous Mercenary in Fodlan
“This is not good.” Yuri said.
“Gee, you think.” Hapi deadpanned.
After hours of running from the giant doll things involving much opening and closing of gates (or, as Linhardt aptly put it, “Run through this gate, open that one, run through another one. Sheesh. That’s enough gates to last me a lifetime”). Even after they were sure they had lost the thing they still kept running until they were in the relative safety of the Ashen Wolves’ base, panting heavily. Unfortunately, as soon as they got to the base a new trouble arose to replace their old one: a note had been left on a table stating that whoever sent it had kidnapped Aelfric and would kill him unless the Chalice of Beginnings was delivered to the ruins of the old chapel on the outskirts of Garreg Mach. It was signed only with two curved slashes.
“What do we do?” Ashe asked.
Balthus slammed his fist into his hand. “Isn’t it obvious, we go rescue him.”
“Yes!” Constance agreed, having returned to her bombastic self. “These ruffians will rue the day they laid their hands on Aelfric!”
Hilda winced and held her head in her hands. “Please… take it down a notch.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Constance asked.
“She has a concussion.” Linhardt explained, using magic to ease Hilda’s pain. “She’s extremely sensitive to noise right now.”
“Oh.” Constance said. “I apologize. I’ll endeavor to lower the volume of my gloriousness in the future.”
“Wait.” Edelgard interjected, holding up a hand. “Isn’t it a bit odd they knew we had the Chalice? Or that we were looking for it in the first place.”
Yuri scowled. “You’re right. I smell a rat.”
“Well it’s not any of us.” Hapi said, gesturing to the Ashen Wolves.
“Yeah, we’d never betray each other.” Balthus said, crossing his arms proudly.
“I doubt it’s one of us, either.” Dimitri said. “We haven’t been separated from you since we arrived. Not to mention, I see no motive for any of us to leak information to potential kidnappers.”
“What about that professor of yours.” Yuri suggested. “She was here when we discussed the Chalice and she left with Aelfric.”
“How dare you!” Edelgard shouted, making Hilda wince once again. “The Professor would never do something like that!”
“Yes, if there’s one thing we agree on it’s that the Professor would never do something like that.” Dimitri agreed.
“Looking at the evidence, she’s the only one who could've done it.” Yuri pointed out.
“You don't know Teach like we do.” Claude rebutted. “And she would never rat us out to some no good kidnappers. She has a bit of a saving people thing.”
Suddenly, as if summoned, Byleth and Jeralt burst through the door, clearly in distress.
“Class! Ashen Wolves! We need your help!” Byleth shouted.
Hilda groaned again and laid her head on the table, giving up.
“Professor! Jeralt!” Dimitri shouted in surprise. “What’s wrong!”
“Aelfric’s been kidnapped.” Byleth explained.
There was a silent beat.
“We knew that already.” Hapi said.
Byleth raised an eyebrow. “You did?”
“Yeah, we found this ransom note.” Yuri explained, handing the aforementioned note to Byleth. “Don’t know who sent it, though.”
Byleth and Jeralt looked over the note. The handwriting was worryingly familiar. They only got more worried as they reached the bottom of the letter and saw the curved slashes.
“Shit.” They said at the same time.
Byleth handed the note back to Yuri. “We know who kidnapped Aelfric.”
“Who?” Everyone except Hilda asked.
“Metodey.” She and Jeralt said at the same time. Their voices dripped with disgust.
The Ashen Wolves, Claude, and Edelgard exchanged combined worried/disgusted looks. The fact that even Edelgard, who either had or would hire the guy, was disgusted said something about how horrible he was.
“Um, pardon my ignorance but who’s Metodey?” Ashe asked.
“You know how Jeralt is the most powerful mercenary in Fodlan?” Byleth asked rhetorically, jabbing her thumb at Jeralt. “Metodey is the most dangerous mercenary in Fodlan. Whereas Jeralt and his band have principles and a code, and even guys like Kostis have lines they won’t cross, Metodey’s a complete sociopath.”
“He has no morals, no empathy for others, and kills for the fun of it.” Jeralt exposited. “But worst of all, he uses being a mercenary as an excuse for every terrible thing he’s done. The only reason anybody hires him is because he’s effective and cheap.”
“How absolutely horrible.” Ashe said.
“That sums it up pretty well.” Byleth agreed.
“Well, it doesn't matter.” Yuri said. “We still have to rescue Aelfric. At least now we know who we’re up against.”
“You’re right, kid.” Jeralt said. “All of you, gear up. We’re gonna need to be at our best to face down this bastard. Once all of you are prepared, I’ll explain the plan.”
Yet another silence fell upon the room.
“Who are you?” Hapi asked, monotonous as ever.
Byleth rubbed the back of her head. “Oh, sorry. I forgot introductions.” She gestured to Jeralt. “ Ashen Wolves, this is my father Jeralt, sometimes known as the Blade Breaker.” She gestured to the Ashen Wolves. “Jeralt, this is Yuri, Hapi, Constance, and Balthus, collectively known as the Ashen Wolves.”
“Yes, hello.” Jeralt said stiffly. Not the greatest at introductions.
Balthus reeled back in shock. “Jeralt!? The Blade Breaker!? You’re kidding!”
“Nope.” Byleth said, popping the p at the end.
Balthus put his hand to the side of his head. “Great. So after this is over, you’re gonna try and take me in, aren’t you pal.”
Jeralt crossed his arms. “What reason would I have to take you in? I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done, I don’t do jobs I haven’t specifically been hired for, and even if I did, Abyss is neutral territory. I don’t get special privileges just because I’m the best there is.”
“Well that’s reassuring.” Balthus said.
“I think we’ve wasted enough time.” Edelgard said. “If we are to save your friend we must make haste.”
“Right.” Byleth said. “Like Jeralt said, gear up. He can take things from there.”
The Best Friend Squad and Ashen Wolves obliged, making sure their weapons would work properly and restocking on arrows. The only people who didn’t start prepping were Hilda and Linhardt, who continued to sit at the table.
“Professor?” Hilda asked groggily. “Can I sit this one out? I’m not doing so hot.”
Normally, Byleth would see this as a transparent attempt by Hilda to get out of working but this time something seemed genuinely wrong.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“No.” Hilda answered. Apparently, she wasn’t interested in elaborating. Linhardt, however, was perfectly fine with elaborating for her.
“She took a pretty bad blow to the head during our last battle.” He explained. “Based on the symptoms, I’d say she has a concussion. As her temporary doctor I suggest that she avoid excess stimuli such as loud noises and bright lights, both of which are present in battle. The best course of action is for the both of us to remain here so that I may apply light healing magic and monitor her condition until proper medical treatment can be administered.”
Byleth nodded solemnly. “I understand. I can’t expect someone injured to go into battle and if Linhardt has to remain with you, then he can.”
“Thank you.” Hilda said quietly.
Byleth cleared her throat and spoke to the entire room. “Right, now that that’s settled, I think it’s about time to move out. I now defer you all to Jeralt.” She held her arms out to indicate Jeralt and then went to stand with the rest of the group.
Metodey had never cared for his title of the Most Dangerous Mercenary in Fodlan. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t agree with it, he just felt it was too modest. Most dangerous mercenary in Fodlan? Feh! He was the most dangerous mercenary in the entire goddessdamn world!
But alas, nobody cared what he thought. Even after he burned their house down and scarred them beyond belief. Though the fact that they tended to die soon afterwards might have had something to do with it.
Speaking of death, he was really itching to kill this annoying prisoner. Elf-rich or something. At first, he had tried negotiating, which Metodey put a stop to by threatening him with a knife. Then he tried threats, claiming Jeralt the Blade Breaker would come to rescue him. Once again, Metodey threatened him with a knife. So now the guy was trying to engage in small talk. With his kidnapper. And apparently he realized that Metodey wasn't actually allowed to harm him because when threatened with a knife he didn't even flinch.
“So,” Elf-rich said. “Have you ever played that new Heroes card game everyone talks about? The one that red haired lady’s been selling?”
Metodey growled. “Shut up!”
“I’ll take that as a no, then.” Aelfric replied.
Metodey groaned in frustration but before he could stab him out of sheer annoyance, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Specifically, those of Jeralt, the Ashen Wolves, and the Best Friend Squad.
“Metodey!” Jeralt shouted.
Metodey cackled. So Elf-rich was right. Jeralt had been coming for him.
“Jeralt.” Metodey said. “Good to see you!”
“Let Aelfric go.” Jeralt said, stepping forward.
Metodey grabbed Aelfric and held a knife to his throat. “Ah, ah, ah. I need to see the goods first!”
A silver haired pretty boy reached into a bag and produced the cup he had been instructed to get. He held it up for all to see. Metodey grinned.
“Good. Good.” He said. “Our mysterious benefactors will be pleased. Now hand it over.” He made a beckoning motion with his free hand
“Hmm…” The pretty boy said. “No.” Fast as a whip he grabbed a hidden knife and threw it at Metodey. The knife embedded itself in the arm holding the knife and caused him to drop it along with Elf-rich. He growled a low, terrifying growl.
“Attack!” He shouted. And then, all hell broke loose.
As soon as the battle began, Jeralt ran over to Aelfric and helped him to his feet.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Aelfric replied. He grinned. “He didn’t lay a finger on me. Wasn’t allowed to. Once I figured that out I annoyed him to no end.”
Jeralt punched him lightly in the arm. “That’s the spirit.”
“Die!” Metodey shouted, having stupidly removed the knife from his wound. He’d probably miraculously survive somehow but it was still stupid.
Metodey aimed to stab Jeralt in the back with his poison dagger, a foolish endeavor (unless you’re Kronya, apparently). Jeralt blocked the strike with his axe. Once again, not his preferred weapon but he couldn’t block a knife at such close range with his spear.
He jumped backwards, taking Aelfric with him. He handed Aelfric the axe and unslung his spear from his back. The axe wasn’t Aelfric’s preferred weapon either. No weapon was, really. But if he was to survive he needed a weapon.
“I wish I could say I was shocked by your dirty tricks.” Jeralt said to Metodey. “But I'm not.”
“Like you're one to talk.” Metodey said, laughing. “You tricked me with that cup thing.”
He pulled out a second knife and ran at Jeralt. Jeralt leaned back and the knives passed in front of his stomach, not hitting him. He swept his spear below Metodey, attempting to knock him off balance. Metodey leaped into the air to avoid this and tried to do a flip over Jeralt. This didn’t work too well as Jeralt jabbed him in the stomach with the back end of his spear and knocking him to the ground, not even bothering to turn around.
He spun around and attempted to strike through Metodey’s preexisting stab wound but the mercenary rolled out of the way.
“Nice try!” Byleth shouted, ducking under a merc’s blade and jabbing him in the stomach.
She stood back up and brushed herself off. Suddenly, two merc’s ran at her from the front and behind. She threw her sword up in the air, grabbed the merc in front of her, and threw him over her head and onto his buddy behind her before catching her sword in one swift movement.
Yuri sauntered up to her. “Enjoying yourself, milady?” He asked, smirking.
Byleth raised an eyebrow. “Are you flirting in the middle of a battle?”
“Why yes, yes I am.” He replied with a wink. “Is something wrong with that?” He kicked a merc in his soft spot.
“Well, I’m pretty sure we have more important things to worry about.” Byleth explained. “Here, catch.” She added offhandedly, throwing a merc at Yuri.
“Said the pot calling the kettle black.” Sothis butted in.
(Quiet, you.) Byleth grumbled.
“Listen,” Yuri said, knocking the thrown merc away. “I just want to apologize. While you were away with Jeralt and Aelfric I accused you of having kidnapped Aelfric.”
Byleth didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry.” He said. “I should have accused you to your face. So, to make it up to you, I’d like to take you on a date to the Holy Mausoleum at midnight. No earlier.”
For the second time that day, Byleth broke out into laughter. A merc actually tripped over her when she doubled over. She took the chance to knock him out with a swift kick. “I’m sorry.” She said. “But that’s the second funniest thing I’ve heard all day.”
“What’s the first funniest?” Yuri asked.
“Look, as funny as it would be to see Edelgard’s reaction to me dating you,” Byleth said, not answering the question. “You’re just not my type.”
“Your reaction when we first met says otherwise.” Yuri countered, stabbing a merc.
“He’s got you there.” Sothis snarked.
(Whose side are you on!?)
“The funny one.”
Byleth kicked a merc in the face. “Okay, let’s cut the comedy.” Byleth said, serving triple duty of deflecting the topic, attempting to shut down Sothis, and getting to the real root of this conversation. “I’m not stupid. I’ve been a teacher for six months and a mercenary for much longer, I recognize a scheme when I see one. What’s your game here?”
Yuri smirked. He did that a lot. “Smarter than you look.”
(Not one word.) Byleth preempted Sothis.
“You’re right, I am scheming.” Yuri said. “But obviously, I can’t tell you what’s going on.”
“Obviously.” Byleth said semi-sarcastically.
“Just remember.” Yuri said. “The Holy Mausoleum. Midnight. No earlier.”
Suddenly, a laugh rang out across the battlefield. Everyone, be they a merc, Best Friend Squad member, or Ashen Wolf, turned to see who had laughed. There were some gasps. Metodey had recaptured Aelfric and his knife was closer to his throat than ever.
“Surrender or I’ll kill him!” He shouted. He smiled derangedly. “And this time I mean it!”
“You bastard!” Balthus shouted.
Metodey laughed again. Yuri grit his teeth. This guy really needed to shut up.
“Hapi, do your thing!” He shouted.
Normally, Hapi would probably have a witty remark but Aelfric was in mortal danger. There was no time for jokes. She breathed in and let out a heavy sigh.
There was a brief silence. You could almost feel the ellipses hanging in the air. Then, out of nowhere, a giant bird swooped down out of the sky. Then, two giant wolves burst out of the trees, despite the fact that the mercenaries had been sure there was nothing else nearby aside from a few regular sized birds and a rat or two.
The mercs panicked, being completely unprepared for this situation. Because of this they were quickly set upon by wolves, who were excited by the movement. Meanwhile, the bird had a different target in mind.
Balthus pumped his fist and laughed. “Ha! Take that!”
His excitement quickly died as the bird plucked him from the ground by his shoulders and carried him high into the sky.
Aelfric never thought he’d die like this. He had expected to die a nice, natural death with no violence involved. But no, instead he was going to be killed by a knife wielding madman surrounded by giant wolves and birds (though they weren’t entirely unwelcome given how much of a problem they were for the mercs). Well, at least he’d get to see her again. Sitri, that is.
He mentally shook his head. No. He was not going to die like this. He was not going to let everything he had been planning go to waste. There was only one thing to do: he’d have to use magic. He was pretty rusty but there was no doubt in his mind that he could do it.
He closed his eyes and focused. Admittedly he felt a bit like a novice, the way he was thinking. Regardless, he began to glow with white energy, surprising Metodey. Seemingly from the heavens (though more likely from a fixed origin point in the air resulting from a trail of invisible magic released by Aelfric) a bolt of white light came down upon them, bombarding Metodey. This was Abraxas, one of the most powerful faith spells out there. While it hadn’t killed Metodey it had probably put an end to his mercenary career.
This was the final straw for the remaining mercs. They fled but most of them didn’t get very far due to the fact that it was also the final straw for the beasts, who freaked out and trampled over anyone in their way in attempts to escape from the blinding light.
Unfortunately, this included the giant bird that was currently holding Balthus. It flailed wildly in the air and loosened its grip on Balthus, releasing him from its grasp. This would be great were it not for the fact that he was now falling towards the ground at high speed.
Due to being nearby, Yuri, Hapi, and Byleth all ran to catch him but Dimitri got there first. He managed to catch the Flightless King of Grappling in a bridal carry before he hit the ground. It was probably a good thing Dimitri got there first as catching someone as muscular as Balthus would have broken the other three’s arms.
Balthus removes himself from Dimitri’s arms and wiped his brow. “Whew, thanks Pal. But, uh, do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about the part with the bridal carry.”
“Too late, B.” Hapi said, approaching the two. “Everyone saw it. You’re lucky none of us can draw.”
Balthus hung his head and sighed.
“Alright, enough screwing around, let’s go see if Aelfric’s okay.” Yuri said, putting his hands on his hips.
Aelfric was indeed okay. Exhausted from the expended energy performing that spell but okay. Everybody crowded around him.
“You okay, Aelfric?” Jeralt asked.
“Of course.” Aelfric replied. “He never lay a finger on me. Metaphorically speaking.”
“I apologize greatly, Aelfric.” Constance said, once again in a sunshine-induced funk. “I can only assume your kidnapping was due to something I did.”
“Wait, what?” Byleth asked, confusion written all over her face. “How? You weren’t even there?”
Claude leaned in close to her. “She gets like this sometimes.” He whispered. “I’ll explain later.” Byleth nodded.
“So what are we going to do with him?” Yuri asked, gesturing to the unconscious and beaten Metodey lying on his back next to them. The Abraxis had messed him up pretty good, particularly his legs and eyes.
Hapi wrinkled her nose. “Jeez. I know he was a sociopath but I’m not sure anyone deserves this.”
“Is this… normal, for faith magic?” Byleth asked. From what she’d seen on the battlefield she was pretty sure it wasn’t.
Aelfric shook his head. “No. But when it comes to particularly wicked individuals, the Goddess has been known to dole out divine judgement.”
“I wish.” Sothis snarked.
“Far be it from me to contradict you, Aelfric.” Constance interjected. “But it seems that you may have simply overdone the spell. I’m probably not correct, though.”
Aelfric shook his head and sighed. “No, you’re right. I probably did just overdo it. But divine judgement sounds much better than ‘I screwed up.’”
“Well, regardless, his mercenary career is definitely over.” Yuri said. “So that’s some comfort to, well, pretty much everyone.”
“So, do we just leave him like this?” Hapi asked.
“We can’t do that.” Ashe said. “That’s horrible, even for such a cruel person.”
Jeralt rubbed his chin. “Best thing to do is tell the Knights of Seiros and let them take it from here. If Aelfric tells him he was kidnapped they’ll believe him without question. And I’m sure they’ll be just as glad as we are that Metodey’s no longer a problem.”
“You know, I can’t help but wonder what he wanted the Chalice for.” Claude said.
“Why don’t we ask him.” Yuri said. “Constance, a bit or water if you please.”
Constance wordlessly obliged, blasting Metodey in the face with a water spell. Metodey woke, gasping and coughing. Slowly, he sat up.
“What’s goin on!” He shouted. “Why can’t I see! Why does everything hurt!”
Aelfric stepped forward. “Don’t worry, I can take care of this.” He kneeled down and passed his hand over Metodey’s leg, It glowed with magic power.
Metodey’s face relaxed. “Ah, that’s much bet- oof!” The ack came from being punched in the gut by, of all people, Aelfric. “What the hell!”
Yuri grabbed Metodey by the collar and lifted him up. “Alright, you bastard. You’re gonna tell us what we need to know or you’ll be hit by someone whose actually got some weight behind his punches!” He gave a sideways glance to Balthus who cracked his knuckles loudly. Meanwhile, Aelfric looked mildly offended.
Metodey laughed. “You’re that pretty boy, aren’t you?” He shook his head. “Alright, I’ll tell you anything you want. After all, I can’t see and from the lack of feeling it looks like my legs don’t work? What have I got to lose?”
“Why do you want the Chalice!” Yuri growled.
“I don’t know.” Metodey said with a shrug. “All I was told was “Get the Chalice of Beginnings” or whatever it’s called. I don’t even really know who told me to do it. It was just some guy in a black robe. He had the hood pulled up so I couldn’t see his face.”
“Anything else you can tell us about this guy you met?” Yuri growled.
“Jeez, quit it with the threatening act I said I'd tell you everything.” Metodey replied. “And all I can tell you is the guy was probably pretty old. Either that or he had hilariously bad posture. He was all hunched over and his voice was raspy.”
(Sounds like Solon.) Byleth thought. (Guess Edelgard rents this guy out.)
“Either that or he was working for them from the beginning.” Sothis said.
“That’s it?” Yuri asked.
“There’s something else.” Metodey said. “After I was hired to steal the cup I got a letter detailing a plan on how to do that. Specifically, the plan I just carried out. Thing is, it looked like the letter was from an entirely separate person.”
“So there are two parties in play here.” Claude said, rubbing his chin.
“That’s pretty much all I know.” Metodey said with a shrug. “So if you don’t mind, please put me down now.” Yuri obliged, dropping him and then giving him a nice tap on the head to knock him out cold.
“Alright, let’s tie these guys up and get out of here.” Byleth said, stretching. “I assume you have some rope arrows, Claude.”
“Always, Teach.” Claude replied, drawing what was presumably a rope arrow from his quiver.
Yuri held up his hand. “Not yet.”
“What?” Byleth asked.
“We can’t leave yet.” Yuri reiterated. From the look of it he seemed to be counting down in his head. And why did Aelfric have an odd combination of remorse and anticipation on his face.
And then, it all became clear. Three dark mages warped in and, before anyone could react, magically restrained Balthus, Constance, and Hapi.”
Yuri took out the Chalice, tossed it in the air, and caught it again. “Thanks for letting me have the Chalice, Friend.” He said to Byleth. “I was worried I’d actually have to fight you for it.”
“Yuri, you son of a bitch!” Balthus shouted. “What are you doing!”
“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.” Yuri said smugly.
“Excellent work, Yuri.” Aelfric said, clapping.
“Aelfric, you’re involved in this too!” Constance shouted. Dusk had begun to set in and apparently that was enough to bring Constance’s bombastic side out.
“Involved in this?” Aelfric asked rhetorically. “I wasn’t just involved in this, it was my plan!”
Metodey laughed. “So it was you who hired me.”
Aelfric shook his head. “Yes, I was the one who sent that letter. Now, I think I’ve said enough.” He turned to Jeralt and bowed. “I’m sorry for our first real meeting in years to have to end like this, Old Friend. I would have liked to spend more time with you. But don’t worry, I will make it up to you.”
“Make it up to me?” Jeralt asked, confused. “Aelfric what the hell-”
“Goodbye for now, Old Friend.” Aelfric said, shaking his head. “And goodbye to the rest of you as well.”
With that, he and the dark mages warped away with the three captured Ashen Wolves. Only Yuri remained. He smiled.
“It’s all up to you now.” He said. “I’m sure you'll figure it out.” Then he too warped away, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Claude was the first one to snap out of it. “What just happened?”
“I think Yuri and Aelfric just betrayed us.” Byleth answered, rubbing her forehead.
“But why?” Ashe asked. “Why would they betray us?”
“There’s only one possible explanation.” Jeralt said gravely. “You said that Chalice can raise the dead, right?”
“Wait.” Byleth said. “You don't think…”
Jeralt nodded. “I do. Aelfric wants to bring someone dead back to life.”
“But that’s impossible!” Edelgard protested. “You can’t bring the dead back to life! We’ve been over this!”
“Aelfric seems to think otherwise.” Jeralt replied.
“He must be desperate.” Claude said. “If the story he told us is true, the last time the Chalice was used something catastrophic happened.”
“If Aelfric intends to use the Chalice again we must make haste before history repeats itself.” Dimitri said.
Jeralt nodded. “I agree.”
“Hold up.” Claude said. “Before we go anywhere, do we even know where we’re going.”
“I do.” Byleth said. “We need to go to the Holy Mausoleum.”
“How do you know that?” Edelgard asked.
“During the battle, Yuri asked me on a date.” Byleth explained.
“What!” Edelgard shouted, shaking her fist. “How dare he!”
Under normal circumstances, Byleth would have found Edelgard’s reaction funny. But these were not normal circumstances. She held her hands up. “Woah, calm down. He wasn’t actually asking me out on a date. It was part of a scheme. He asked me to come to the Holy Mausoleum at midnight, no earlier.”
Claude put his hand on his chin. “He must be planning to double cross Aelfric. A triple cross.”
“It could be a trap.” Edelgard mused.
“If he wanted to trap us he could have just captured us with the Ashen Wolves.” Claude pointed out.
“It doesn’t matter.” Byleth said. “It’s our only lead and we need to stop Aelfric and rescue the Ashen Wolves. Now come on, we’ve wasted enough time. Let’s go.”
Author's Note: Not featured: An Expy of Kai Leng who existed purely for me to kill him for some much needed catharsis. I mean, killing him in the game was awesome (“That was for Thane you son of a bitch!”) but I’m still mad. Other than that there’s no real behind the scenes stuff or announcements. Until next time.