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"Come on, Robin! I know you're better than this!" Chrom shouts as he advances on Robin.
The Falchion flashes back and forth against Robin's bronze sword. The tactician is focused more on defense and evasion than the lord, who presses forward in aggression.
In a sharp manuever Chrom twists Robin's sword out of her hands, whose ears flutter beneath her hood. She rolls under Chrom's cross-slash, and draws a thunder tome. Armed again, she prepares to defend herself.
The other shepherds turn to watch the two fight, Chrom's Falchion flashing against Robin's thunder flashes. Chrom pivots, and Robin sees her chance.
As Chrom takes his weight off his left foot, she rolls forward and trips Chrom. He stumbles, quickly tosses his sword away, and falls on his face. He does not impale himself.
Robin stands over Chrom, breathing heavily before reaching towards him.
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
Chrom grumbles before turning over and letting Robin pull him up.
"Robin." Frederick calls, riding over to the pair.
"Let us fight."
She searches through the grass to find her bronze sword, before settling into a combat stance.
"Well, it's not fair if you're mounted and I'm not."
"Nothing is fair in war. Begin!"
And with this, he charges.
Robin quickly sheathes her sword before drawing out her thunder tome. She sends three small bolts at the charging knight, who braces against them with his shield. As he charges past, Robin rolls to the side, before launching another strike at Frederick, which does meager damage.
As she turns to get distance, she hears Frederick chase her down. She turns around to catch Frederick's blunted lance in the side, launching her a few feet.
She gets up, to see Frederick bearing down. As he nears, fear covers Robin's face, and then it happens.
Folds of magic cover Robin, before exploding apart revealing her dragon form. She quickly flies to intercept Frederick, dodging his thrust before snatching him from his mount and pinning him on the ground, growling.
She holds the great knight down with her hand, before lifting her head and roaring, letting anyone who didn't know find out.
The folds of magic cover the dragon again, and when they clear, reveal the small tactician with her hood down, kneeling on top of the knight. She pulls out a thunder tome and charges it, sparks appearing in her right hand, pointing at the knight.
"Checkmate."
Frederick closes his eyes and sighs, "I yield."
The Shepherds cheer as Robin looks around in shock. Chrom walks up to the two and turns to face the rest of the Shepherds.
"Alright, I think it's time to tell you guys about Robin, if you mind," with this he looks to Robin, who nods in assurance.
"Robin is some kind of manakete, who Frederick, Lissa and I freed when we were on the diplomatic mission in Plegia. We don't know how, but Robin can turn into her dragon form without a dragonstone. She also has a gifted tactical mind, and if you hadn't noticed is now our main tactical officer. I expect you all to work with her, alright?"
"The Vaike has always wanted to wrestle a dragon!"
As the rest of the Shepherds groan, Robin smiles.
While she might not trust all humans, she can trust this bunch.