#fatedwarriors

His bound wrists were sore from the heavy metal around them. Not only was he locked in a small cell but chained to the floor with his wrists together in front of him. Smart on their part but miserable for him. Visits from that red-haired Ninja left his clothes in near tatters and his skin with new scars. Gerome was sure he was starting to build an immunity to whatever poison laced the man’s weapons. Hearing steps he looked toward the door and stood. If it was that damned Ninja again he’d get a fight like always.

The blade gave a heavy sigh. Where the hell did Ryoma keep finding these idiots? “I am Raijinto, you fool.” His eyes shifted to the inferior blade. “Now put that away before you make yourself look more like an idiot.”

     “Would you rather I back the Nohrians instead?” Despite his expression, he tone did indeed imply he was merely teasing the other.

“Isn’t it? This is one of my favorite spots to clear my mind.”

Xander was leading his horse home from collecting metal ore. The large horse held a few bags of what he had found so he thought leading would be better on him than riding. They were making their way through a forest when the blonde picked up on the sound of a Kinshi. They weren’t native to the area so he guessed there was a nearby knight. Deciding to investigate, he led Orpheus in the direction he heard the bird. Upon seeing it he stopped and stiffened. He recognized that bird.

     Calming her mount down, the Wyvern Rider scratched under her chin. “Apologies about her sir. Tatsuya here can get a little rowdy. She must have smelled something on you that she liked.”

The tactician was deep into one of his books when he felt someone watching him. Having only just joined Corrin in the war, he got this a lot. Mostly it came from the royals or the retainers but others did it too. Mateus marked his place in the book before snapping it closed and looking up at the warrior. “Is there something you need? Um... Stahl, wasn’t it?”

Get him a snickers