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The guild treks onward, deeper and deeper into the cave, until suddenly they notice a light at the end of it. They dash towards it, breaking into a cove to find Ironquill the Corvisquire and Chrem the Cherrim... sparring? And... Chrem is glowing?
IronQuill: Good, Chrem, you've almost got it. Now hit me, with everything you've got!
Chrem: But Quillie, what if I -
IronQuill: I can take it! Now - HIT ME!
Chrem glows even brighter, and extends the glow into the shape of a blade attached to her body.
Chrem: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Chrem slices the blade of light at IronQuill. He braces with his own blade, made entirely of air, and catches it! His claws drag backward into the sand as he uses his very batting wings to hold the air blade firm.
IronQuill: HWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHWG!!
Suddenly, IronQuill breaks his air slash in two and ducks as the solar blade throttles past him, missing by inches, and hits the cave wall. The wall collapses in a pile of tumbling rock.
Chrem: Ohhhh! Quill, are you okay?
Ironquill looks up at her, sand all over his beak and feathers, with a massive shit-eating grin on his face.
IronQuill: Never better, my love. Now you are a true swordswoman of light!
Chrem hops over and helps IronQuill to his feet.
Chrem: That was so cool! I felt so powerful doing that! I couldn't've learned to wield it properly without you!
IronQuill: It was no trouble at all. Hopefully now your Arceus-Father will understand you're not just a little Cherubi anymore.
Chrem: He'll get over it. He's just looking out for me and can't stand to see me get hurt. You messed me up pretty bad when we first started training!
IronQuill: Haha, yes, my apologies on tha-
Suddenly, IronQuill snaps to attention and turns to the guild, bearing a new air blade.
IronQuill: WHO GOES THERE! Oh, it's <span class="mu-i">you</span>. The guild.
Chrem: Why are you meanies here, of all mons!
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