Chapter 4
Lance put his hand on his scabbard, "Shannon..."
Shannon was one step ahead of Lance. He grabbed his spear from behind the bar, "Ready."
As they walked further, they realized there was some mothers and their children being forced to give up any good they had... or be slaughtered. The village, sadly enough, looked like there would be no valuables there as it was. This made Lance rage, were nobles so heartless as to they couldn't even send out their Royal Knights to save the peasantry? Did they even serve a purpose anyways? Some great country Crimea was.
Lance pull out his sword, "Hey!" He yelled out to the bandits, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size!"
Shannon pointed his spear forward and whispered to Lance, "Lance... is this... such a good idea....?"
"Oh we're saved!" One of the children cried.
"Shut up you!" The apparent leader of the bandits yelled as he slapped the child.
"Hey! I won't tolerate this!" Lance yelled as he raised his sword and ran towards the leader.
The leader leaped out of the way and laughed as Lance tumbled to the ground. "Ha! What kind of mercenary are you? None like I've ever seen before!"
Lance wiped the dirt from his face, "I'm going to... kick your ***... for what you done here!"
Lance charged again in the same attack position he was previously in. He felt a sudden burst of energy, rage. He didn't want to pushed around ever again. He leaped up into the air in a jump-attack like position and it almost looked he was flying.
When suddenly... an earth-shattering scream filled the air. Everyone; heroes, peasants, and bandits alike shuttered and was taken back a bit.
The heroes looked in the direction of what could make that un-godly noise and saw a young girl. Her hair was long and reached to her back her hair was also a glossy brown color. She had a familiar stance to Lance, like a myrmidon. They were lightning fast sword-fighters who lived to master their blade. Lance had considered calling himself a myrmidon but wasn't as light on his feet as he'd like to be. But anyways, being in the presents of a myrmidon could either be a blessing... or your worst nightmare.
Lance, who had once again fallen in the dirt, looked up at the new girl. "You... why'd you stop me?"
The girl chuckled, "I saved your LIFE, Mr! You don't know these bandits like I do."
"Damn, it's her. Quick men, get her!"
The bandits charged at the long brown haired girl and quickly got slaughtered one by one.
Then the leader arose up again. "Damn... you're fast... But you're speed will never match my strength!"
The leader charged at the girl full force, the girl had a smirk on her face but wasn't moving. Lance held his weapon high and sprung up.
...and it was over. The leader fell to the ground... dead.
"HEY! That was my kill!" The brown haired girl yelled at Lance.
"You were just standing there... you didn't even look ready to dodge!" Lance argued back.
Shannon butted in, "Hey-hey! We've saved the village from these bandits! Should we really be arguing?! Anyways, let's start over. Hello, my name is Shannon, I am a lance wielder, I also ride my wyvern, Rajaion, while lance wielding... Lance? Anything you'd like to say?"
The girl interrupted, "My name is Olivia! I am the fastest myrmidon this side of Tellius! I saved your butts back there! Anywho, like their leader said, what kind of mercenary group are you? Your swordsmanship is sloppy! Out here, you'd be killed in seconds."
"What? My swordsmanship is damn good thank you, it's just our styles are different! And mercenaries... I'd never compa-"
"What Lance is trying to say is... our mercenary troop's name is..." Shannon looked around and eventually found himself glancing at Lance's scar, "....The Scarred Mercenaries..."
Lance hand collided with his forehead and his whispered to Shannon, "Really?"
Shannon shrugged and chuckled, "Sweet name isn't it! Our leader here," he slugged Lance on the shoulder, "Came up with it!"
Olivia laughed hysterically, "Really? Just the two of you are some grand mercenary troop? Ha! What a hoot!"
"Well... our other members... decided to take some time off! Their are quite a few of us, you know! The all feared Scarred Mercenaries!" Shannon pridefully spoke.
Lance grabbed Shannon's arm and turned him around, Lance then kept his voice low, to where only Shannon could hear, "Look man... do we really want to get involved with this girl. If we piss her off she'd kick our *****."
Shannon the tauntingly waved his lance in Lance's face, "Nope, weapon triangle advantage bro."
Lance sighed, "Only you believe in that garbage, Shannon. Anyways-"
"AHEM!" Olivia cleared her throat and Lance and Shannon quickly faced back towards her, "I like you. I think I'll join your 'Scarred Mercenaries'"
Lance then started to speak, "Who said you could-"
Shannon interrupted Lance again, "We'd love to have you on our troop Olivia!"
Olivia smiled, "Great! So where are you two headed to then?"
(So many Fire Emblem references in this chapter... I don't even :"D
Anyways, sorry everyone my friend Zelda_Ali_Baba was here for a month and I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before she left. Anyways, now that she isn't here I can focus on my writing and drawing.
Anyways, again, we introduce a spunky character, Olivia. She isn't my character, she's ZAB's character. So... I tired my best but I like it.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, hopefully the chapters will start coming out sooner now
... and this chapter is really short... sorry about that...)