((OST- The Only Thing I Know For Real(Instrumental) ))

"Are you ready, Sam?" Chrom asked, the Falchion in his hands and ready for combat.

Sam grinned widely, and had his right hand hover over the hilt while the other grasped the sheath. "Of course."

They slowly circled each other, waiting for a crack in both respective swordsmans defense.

Sam didn't have to wait long. He charged forward with the speed his namesake was respected for, clashing the muramasa against Chroms blade. Sam paused, as a sudden realization seemed to come upon him. He couldn't feel the same feeling when he fought Jack, so he was surprised that a man that seemed to be so focused on being fair and kind does not deny that his blade his meant for killing.

This only made Sam even more interested.

"Hmm… strange. Your sword, it gives me a strange feeling." They moved away from each other, delivering a series of strikes that each of them parried with relative ease.

"What do you mean?" Chrom asked, keeping a keen defense at Sams speed. He wouldn't deny that Sam was a superb swordsman, well beyond Chroms abilities. But he was no slouch himself. He can still keep his eye on the strange swordsman's movements, albeit barely. He knew that one mistake would be fatal were it an actual fight.

"I don't know, to be honest." He slashed with lightning speed, a streak of red trailing from his blade. "It feels incomplete, like a part of it is missing from the true weapon, to make it beyond its current power."

Chrom blocked efficiently, not wasting any movements, "You can tell these sorts of things?" He asked with slight surprise, but did not allow it to distract him from the fight.

"Ha! Believe me Chrom, I've been trained for this sort of thing, and your blade is incomplete. You won't be able to fight to your full potential until you figure out just what it is that prevents your sword from reaching its full capacity."

"I see… but still!" This time Chrom went on the offensive, dealing sword strikes that were nearly as quick as Sam's. "I shall not lose this spar!" He exclaimed with a competitive grin.

"Haha! That's the spirit!" Sam replied with the same grin, feeling… he didn't know the word he was looking for, to be exact. Elated, happy, one of those. He had come to a world where his code was accepted, even encouraged. Where the sword is an accepted form of defense, rather than a gun.

He had no qualms with firearms, in fact he enjoyed them as much as any other soldier. However his sword will always be the weapon of choice for him. "Don't disappoint me Chrom!" with a parry, he pushed Chrom back and delivered a series of backwards slashes. He used the back of his blade to prevent himself from causing any damage, only broken bones if he was feeling especially cruel, but at the most, simple bruises.

Chrom grunted in pain, but parried one of the strikes and used the flat of Falchion to counter, "I wouldn't dream of it!" He landed a few strikes on Sam, making him wince slightly but only make the Brazilian fight harder as he would block most of the strikes.

The swordsmen felt a sort of excitement as they fought, along with a connection to each other. They felt that they knew each other, that the both of them were similar, yet different.

The duel continued for ten minutes, neither side giving an inch.

The others watched from the sidelines, observing the fight.

Frederick felt a small twitch at his lips threaten to turn into a smile as he watched. "Hm. Milord is enjoying himself, it seems."

"Well duh!" Lissa rolled her eyes, cheer easily seen in her features. "Chrom never really met another who could keep up with him before! The fact that this guy is keeping him on his toes is definitely a good thing." She quieted down a bit as she watched the two exchange blows. "In fact I think that this might make them friends after this."

Aylia could only nod as she watched, "The both of them are definitely exceptional swordsmen." she complimented, "The flow of the their movements is never wasted, their strikes are often true, and their speed is unbelievable. Definitely swordsmen worth praise."

Frederick watched on in silence as he observed Sam for any foul play. He had a feeling that it wasn't necessary, but even so, it was his duty to be sure his lord was safe. "Perhaps I was wrong about Sam." He finally admitted, seeing the look of excitement and joy on his lords face. "I will relent… unless given reason." He told himself with a sigh.

Back with Sam and Chrom, their spar was getting more and more intense, their attacks getting faster as time passed on. "Haha! Excellent!" Sam cheered as he parried an excellent stab. "You have more than enough talent to make up for the incompletion!" Though Sam does feel that the young lord should still seek to complete his blade.

"Shall we put an end to this fight, Sam?" Chrom asked with a wide smile

"Thought you'd never ask." Sam's grin turned dangerous, and pushed Chrom away to get ready for one of his more complicated techniques. Placing the sword back in its sheath, he waited for Chrom to make the first move.

Charging directly at Sam, Chrom held the Falchion at his side, ready to land a decisive blow. Sam could tell that if he were to let it connect in an actual fight, he might die. However, this only served to excite the samurai even further.

And so Sam ended the fight. Unlike what Chrom expected, instead of using his sheath to launch the blade outwards, Sam pulled Muramasa out manually, and struck him with speed he had not used before in the fight. Chrom did all he could to block them, but quite a few strikes managed to catch his arms, leaving a decent sized welt in its wake.

Sam did a quick spin, and slashed upwards, knocking Falchion out of Chroms hands. He panted, a satisfied look on both of their faces. Sam placed his sword back in its sheath, and sighed in content. "Well, you certainly showed me a good time." He gave a small nod, "Wouldn't mind having another, to be honest."

Chrom nodded, a mile wide smile on his face as he pulled Falchion from its spot and placing it back in its sheath. "Indeed! You are an amazing swordsman Samuel, I am rather glad that you are on our side."

Sam shrugged as they all moved back to the camp fire, "Consider my employment more for curiosity on… well, just what you fight for." He wanted to see Chrom struggle. Not in a sense of malevolence, mind you. He wanted to watch the kid grow, as a man and swordsman..

Chrom was silent as they sat down, "I… I see." He was confused my Sams statement, but accepted it nonetheless.

"That was amazing!" Lissa gushed with a wide smile, "You guys were really fast, I didn't know you two were that good!"

Chrom laughed, and patted Lissa's head, "Glad we gave such a good show for you, Lissa."

Aylia smiled as she finished her bear. "Oh definitely, the two of you are grand swordsmen. Certainly glad I'm not on the pointy end of any of your swords."

Sam shrugged, a grin on his face. "The pointy end is the best part though."

The night was filled with their laughter.

Or chuckled, in Fredericks case.

"Hmph, Sam would sure love a place like this." Sundowner looked at his environment with a curious glance. Usually, he'd be all for tearing anything down, causing trouble.

But he was in a whole new world, which means a whole new start for him. He couldn't help but grin at the idea, to be able to build up his name as a mercenary again, making his fame and fortune a reality once more.

Yet he had one simple problem.

He had no idea where to start. His true genius lies in his strategy and exploiting an enemies weaknesses, along with relying on his brute force and shields.

But that had been because his enhancements made him heavier than a Metal Gear. Right now, he felt lighter, faster, and had much less strength than what he was used to.

In short, he was human again. "Now that just ain't right…" he growled, but shrugged. "Still, 'least I have my weapons on me. Won't be able to do the same things as I did back with World Marshall. But I can always move on to the next battle." He smirked to himself. Looking himself over, he noticed that his shoulder pads looked like his old shield back in his world. "Prob'ly don't work the same though." He grunted. At his hips, were the two machetes he had back in his world, and when he placed his hands on them he could feel a familiar current. "But…" He grinned once more, and pulled the twin blades out of their sheaths.

Orange lightning crackled across the blades, arching between the serrated tips. "I've got an edge on the competition." Sundowner paused, and palmed his face. He picked up Sams habit of puns… great. "Gah, to hell with it." He grumbled, sheathing the blades once more and advancing further into the oriental styled town. "No point just standin' here." He told himself.

He could see a large palace off in the distance. "Hm… I could see if I can't get any employment there. Need money to survive, after all." He nodded and began to make his way towards it.

Then he saw fires start all over.

Now things were getting interesting! "Hehe…" He grinned darkly, "Looks like I can get a shoe in for hirin' if I save 'em. Well, why not?" He then sprinted towards the palace, surprising even himself with his new speed. "Well now, this is different." He grinned, "But I'll take it for what it's worth!"

Familiar purple lights shined in the palace courtyard. "Nah, that can't be!" His grin widened, and he increased his pace.

When he arrived, the gates were closed and the clashes of steel could be heard from the other side. Sundowner frowned, and looked the gates up and down. "Now what can I do…?" He placed his hand on the gate. "Maybe…?" He then pushed as hard as he could, and the gates began to budge. Slowly but surely. "Oho!" he grinned. "Now we're talkin'!" He then pushed forward, the gates rumbling from the force he exerted in pushing it forward. He growled, pushing as hard as he could. The damn thing was heavy, but Sundowner wasn't known for being weak.

Finally, the gates were open enough for him to squeeze through. He saw the damage, and couldn't help but laugh in glee.

Fire everywhere, fighting left and right, death occuring…

"Ahaha!" Sundowner pulled out his machetes and he jumped into the fray.

Sundowner was home. He moved with the power of a charging rhino, plowing down any who stood in his way or cutting them in half with the sheer force of his swings.

War was his passion. What gave him the greatest joy. Fighting was his favorite past time, and inflicting death gave him a sense of power over others.

"Princess! We have to get moving!" Wait…

Sundowner cut down another soldier and looked to the source of… "Monsoon!?" Sundowner called out with a wide smile. Long platinum hair, lithe body that seemed to move between blades like nothing, and two sais in his hands.

The name seemed to get his attention, but Sundowner saw something that he didn't expect.

Confusion.

Next to Monsoon, was a beautiful woman with black hair. "I cannot just leave my people Monsoon!"

"Dammit we don't have time to argue about this!" Monsoon then picked up the woman over her shoulder and began to run through the soldiers. The sudden movement got a yell of surprise from the woman, but he didn't seem to care.

Sundowner took this chance to run after his colleague. He didn't want to leave the guy alone in an unfamiliar world. Despite his love of causing grief to any he fights, he did look after his colleagues that earned his respect.

It wasn't too difficult to catch up to the Lorentz force user. "Hey there buddy!" Sundowner called out from behind him.

"Who the hell are you?" Monsoon asked with a threat hiddend in his tone, "And what are your intentions? How do you know me?"

Sundowner paused, a small look of surprise on his face. But then realization crossed his mind.

During his fight with Jack, his head was attacked the most so his body would be rendered immobile… maybe the damage to his head damaged his memory?

It's possible, but it didn't make too much sense to the large man. "An old friend from your old life." He replied, "I can tell y'all lost your memory. Lets just say I knew you before then."

Monsoon was silent.

The Say'ri woman was still protesting for him to let him down.

"When we get out of the city… I want answers." Monsoon finally replied.

"No problem." Sundowner smirked. "Lets just get out of here." They ran out of the chaotic battlefield in silence, avoiding conflict when they could, much to Sundowners chagrin. They made it to the forest that Sundowner had appeared in, stopping to catch their breath.

"Now… who are you?" Monsoon asked, looking at him with a questioning look.

And then Say'ri slapped him. Hard.

"That was for forcing me to leave!" She shouted at him, tears in her eyes.

"If I didn't make you leave, you would be dead!" He shouted back, a look of anger on his face.

She then embraced him, "And this is for saving me…" She continued, sounding apologetic. Monsoon looked at her in surprise, but hesitantly returned the embrace.

Sundowner watched the exchange with surprise. There was a story here…

Monsoon let the woman go, and turned to the giant. "Alright… who are you?"

Sundowner shook his head, getting his focus back on his fellow wind of destruction. He smirked, and sheathed his blades.

"I'm Sundowner. You and I? We're Winds of Destruction."

A/N: Well, here's another one for all of you. I wanted to give every one of the Winds a chance, but Mistral hasn't had a decent opening yet. At least in my opinion.

As for Monsoon, don't worry. The whole deal behind his little history with Say'ri will be explained eventually. Can't reveal everything all at once, you know.

So until next time!