Ike glanced up at the sky in surprise, taking a sharp step back as the beam slammed down into the ground, his cape billowing behind him. She was obviously training in some form or another, that was impressive. He had never seen her do anything like that before.
"Sona!" Alondite growled, yanking her back further. "Stop it!" That brought attention, because immediately...those clouds darkened, and the sky started to rumble as the rain poured down. Medusa was not pleased, for that light lingered...and where that light lingered, hope remained. It was going faster than he had planned, mostly because he didn't expect Sona to do anything like that, but in the prisons of Ylisstol...Chrom had made his move.
Ike knew Palutena would grab that light for everything she had, and it gave him ample reason to retreat. Samus was there, that he knew...this would have to be believable. He knew what was happening the moment there was a second pillar of light, this time...from the ground. There was screaming and shouting, the rattle of weapons. For a brief few seconds, Palutena was the Goddess of Light...and that was all she needed to send the entire castle to chaos.
Chrom didn't know what had happened, all he heard was a thunderous boom hit the ground and everything felt...cleaner. Energy came back, his spirit joined his body in a willingness to move...and he took to the bars with a force he didn't know he had. His shoulder probably regretted the action as he plowed through the iron and the bars connected with a guard, slamming him against the wall. The winged boy in the next cell was already breaking down his door with an almost excited, but focused glee.
"C'mon!" Pit said quickly. "Lady Palutena needs our help!"
With no other alternative, Chrom had to agree as they set out together, after Chrom picked up a sword. They were waiting, but Chrom wasn't expecting anything less. What did surprise him was when the winged boy focused his hands in front of him, and a bow appeared...a bow that had blades...? What madness-...no, not important. They had to keep moving. Whoever the boy was, he was a lithe, agile warrior that danced through the enemy and struck at their weakpoints.
Chrom knew this castle well, but something was calling to him...unfortunately, that was the only direction they could go.
"This way, to the courtyard"! Chrom growled, parrying a blow and slamming the pommel against one of the zealot's skulls to send him sprawling. Yes, as they ran...he could see it. His blessed sword, stabbed on the ground of the courtyard like some trophy of his defeat. Chrom could feel her, too...the withering pressure of Medusa's influence...and those shadows. Sinking along the walls like an illness ready to be unleashed.
"Hurry, hurry!" Pit urged as they ran, and Chrom cast off the blade. The shadows went to stop him, but the ground surrounding his Falchion hissed away at their darkness with light, The moment Chrom picked up his shining blade, the light faded...and the darkness came like a horrible torrent of fury. Chrom didn't know how fast he ran to the golden aura of the naked, green haired woman...but he ran fast enough.
"Lady Palutena!" Pit said, catching his...brother flying down. "C'mon! We have to hurry!" Dark Pit was coming, Samus was stalking across the battlements, and the Black Knight was returning. Better to die a warrior than in prison! Gods, was this it!? WHo was this radiant woman and this winged boy?
