Premonition: The Ties that Binds

"This is it! Our final battle!" Chrom huffed, his gaze shifted to the figure of a hooded man standing beside him. "You're one of us, Robin, and no 'destiny' can change that. Now let's kill this dastard and be done with it."

With an acknowledging nod, the two figures ran desperately towards the purple speck of light at the end of a long dark hallway. The humming of an ominous prayer creep louder in their ears as they drew closer to their final destination. There, a tall dark sorcerer stood motionlessly with his arms raised outstretch in front of an offering cauldron emanating purple flames, the abnormal colored heat source casting a wicked glow that glorified the stature of the massive cruel altar.

A metallic clink followed by Chrom's overwhelming roar startled his hooded friend as the blue-hair man charged with his sword. With the sound of boots ricocheting off the empty hall behind him, the sorcerer turned with a sneer before waving his hand in front of him. The air began to warp and burn until a purple tome materialized from thin air into his other palm. Withered pages snapped wildly as chilling air gathered around the wicked man, engulfed the room with an earsplitting crackle of dark energy.

A silver blur cut through the air forward but the blade stopped in its track when it struck the dark sorcerer's countering hand. The longer Chrom pressed the metal edge forward, the wilder the unknown magic sparked. Robin distanced himself as the two powerful combatants locked themselves in mortal combat, analyzing the best possible way to support his friend. Chrom continued to block and weave through the intense exchange but could not found an opening. Suddenly, the magic from the sorcerer's hand latched onto Chrom's sword. Thrown off balance by the nature of the unusual spell, Chrom struggled to break the sorcerer's magical tether on his sword. Robin circled behind the dark sorcerer and began to gather energy in his hand, the amber glow surrounding his hand began condensing in response to his master's call for aid.

With a growl, the sorcerer broke the tether with a shove before casting a bolt of energy at his adversary. The rate at which the sorcerer changed the nature of his magic was overwhelming to Chrom, but his trained instinct helped block the projectile with his blade. At such close proximity, the strength behind the blow forced the young man to re-adjust his footing. Immediately, the sorcerer raised his hand above him and began to charge a different spell that rapidly grew in size and intensity. Realizing the danger of the new attack, Chrom rolled forward dodging the enormous bolt by a hair's breath. The spell exploded where the young man once stood leaving behind a scorched mark on the stone floor. Using the momentum of his roll, Chrom swung at the sorcerer while at the same time Robin opened his palm to cast his spell. As the sword inched closer to connect with flesh, the sorcerer vanished in a puff.

Chrom scanned the surrounding before the sound of gathering magic alerted him of danger above.

Looking up, he directed Robin. "Up there!"

With a shrilled howl, the sorcerer thrust his arms unleashing a beam of dark energy at the two men. Chrom and Robin hurriedly leap from other as the lethal pillar of light splinter the ground between the two. Streams of dust fell from the hallway's pillar ceiling as the room shook from the massive explosion. Before the hooded man crashed to the floor, he flung his charged spell at the sorcerer. The sorcerer vanished once more, the soaring bolt flying into empty space. The room echoed with a mocking hollow voice taunting the fail attack. When the dust began to settle, a cloud filled with crackling energy barreled towards Chrom. Pained howls echoed the room as the magic electrocuted its target to his very core.

At the steps of the altar, the sorcerer reformed from his cloud form cackling madly while Chrom lean on his sword struggling desperately to pick himself to his shaking feet. Raising his left hand once more, the sorcerer grinned preparing another lethal magic ball above his head.

"Die!" the sorcerer yelled, his eyes glittered in glee as the bolt raced towards its master's target.

Without a moment to lose, Robin jumped to his feet and cast a spell of his own. Another cloud of explosion engulfed the room as the two powerful magical forces collided. As the dust began to settle, the sorcerer slowly raised himself before glaring at Robin.

Hi everyone. This is the first story I've posted on this site (hopefully not the last). As a man of few words, I hope you enjoy and if you were curious of the M!Robin build for this story, here it is:

Build: 01
Face: 01
Hair: 04
Hair Color: 05
Voice: 01

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