FE Quest: Silver Scales of the Past - Part 18

To quote myself.

>"Preempting any memesters in the audience tonight. /qst/ is a trial board, and I am not currently under any obligation to migrate there."

You know what, though? You've survived every shitty thing that's happened to you thanks to the Empire so far.

"L-Lady Helen," your father says, "please have mercy... My son isn't a fighter by any stretch of the imagination... Allow me to go in his stead, please!"

"Don't worry about it, dad," you say, turning towards your father as you're walked past. "It's in my blood to survive, and plenty of people DIDN'T die down there."

"See ya in a bit, then, lad," Adam says, patting your father's shoulder reassuringly. "I'll keep the old man from havin' an anxiety attack because yer' thrown in some pit for a few minutes."

'Thrown in' is actually quite an accurate descriptor, since you're pushed down sublevel 2's stairs by the door slamming behind you, barely able to stop your fall by hanging onto a railing.

The sublevel is dark as you step in, and you hear footsteps in front of you. The sound of your stairs up rising away and vanishing into the ceiling tips you in that escaping without a fight won't be easy, so you prepare for the worst as the footsteps grow louder...

And then, "ow... Right at shin level," your mother's voice growls. Torches on the ends of the room turn the dark room VERY bright, and a table with an Iron Sword and a Fire and Wind tome laid out on it is, in fact, right at your mother's shin level, which she rubs.

"Wait... Shit, Samson, they dragged you down here too?!"

"I'm as surprised as you are," you say, trying to keep your cool.

To your left and her right, a magically-sealed room with a mirror on its end, embedded in the wall.

"That's probably a window on the other end," you comment. "See, now that this room's so bright, it's dark in there so they can watch us and it looks like a regular mirror to us."

"So in other words..." Your mother says, reaching for the sword before starting to run towards the 'mirror,' "someone damn important is on the other side!"

>A. Stop her!
>B. Follow her example with the wind tome
>C. See what happens

>A. Stop her!

Er, that was supposed to be a Mage Fighter picture, not a regular Mage.

>A. Stop her!

"Wait!" You say, stopping your mother moments before she strikes the glass. "You don't think they wouldn't have prepared a magical fighting pit for people trying to break the glass?"

"...right, right. Jumped the gun there," she says. "Just... Pisses me off that they'd throw YOU down here. Only being able to think about how it's my fault you got locked up in this place, how you didn't want to follow me any of this time, it... Got me thinking that I've been a shitty mother."

"I'm all for a talk," you say, "but let's hold it off until after whatever Deadlords they throw at us."

As your mother grabs the Fire tome, and you the Wind, you overhear chattering from behind the glass. So it's not soundproofed... The voices sound like an elderly man and a teenage girl, if you had to guess.

"Then I will use the two of you to test THAT out..." the elderly voice says.

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A hole in the floor pops open, and out of it hop, quite rapidly, a pair of VERY acrobatic-looking pale dudes, one with long black hair and the other medium blond.

The elderly voice says, "in the ruins of one of the old island civilizations, we discovered a staff that grants exceptional agility and endurance to affected humans, turns them into perfectly obedient soldiers of those who cast it. You two will first show us the true might of these metahumans."

"So full of life..." The black-haired one says. "I can't wait to drain it all to nothing!"

"So they're fast and durable..." Your mother says, switching to her Fire tome. "Is that all?"

"VERY fast and durable," the young woman says. "Why, it was fascinating to witness..."

"You may begin," the old voice says to your opponents, who gleefully rush toward you and Marion.

>A. Attack whoever your mother doesn't!
>B. Sing so she can strike more!
>C. Just... Stay back
>D. Write-in response

>B. Sing so she can strike more!

>B. Sing so she can strike more!

>A. Attack whoever your mother doesn't!
Cover for her.

>D. Run away