There was a sharp cry of pain off in the distance. Normally it would have gone unnoticed, but Robin's head shot up. She dislodged her silver sword from the risen's back and immediately bolted towards the source of the screech. The tactician rushed across the battlefield, using her tomes to open up her path towards the injured boy lying on the ground.
"Morgan!" Robin called as she kneeled by her son's side. She scanned the time travelling teen's body looking for any fatal cuts. "Lissa! Maribelle! Anyone! I need a medic!"
"M-Mother, " Morgan groaned, "I'm fine." His voice was hazy, raspy and did nothing to help his worried mother.
"They hurt my baby," she said in monotone, a slight twitch in her eye.
"Robin, " a high pitched voice called, Lissa's, "don't get too hasty. Morgan will be fine."
The tactician nodded as she stood up, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. She felt a strange fire burn in the pit of her stomach. The mark of Grima on her hand glowed red as the surge of power spread throughout her body.
Everything went hazy for her.
All eyes on the battlefield turned towards the tactician. In fact it was hard to miss. The white haired woman was massive, towering over allies and foes alike. She dropped her tome, causing the pair of cavaliers, Sully and Stahl, to rush out of the book's landing spot as it crashed and left a dent.
She lifted her boot into the air, raising it high above a pack of risen. And with little effort she stomped the enemies into the ground until there was nothing left but a cloud of smoke where they stood.
The rest of the Sheperds watched in horror as the giant Robin layed waste to the rest of the hoard. As much as they hated to admit it, whatever happened to their tactician was for the better as they would have been easily forced to retreat or worse by the sheer number of risen. In a matter of minutes they were all plumes of smoke.
Robin kept stomping, her brown boots now a smoky black. Even though there were no more risen left, she kept mashing her foot into the ground, shaking the earth with each collision.
"THAT'S. FOR. MY. BABY!"
"Robin, that's enough! "
The sound of the voice caught her attention, recognizing it as the voice of her husband...
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