Marche+Ritz // "Marche's Better."
Title;; “Marche’s Better.”
Pairing(s)/Character(s);; Marche, Llednar, slight Marche+Ritz, mentions of Mewt
Fandom;; Final Fantasy: Tactics Advance
Categories;; General
Rating;; K+
Warnings;; slight het, character death
Summary;; No one insults Marche’s looks.
Author’s Notes;; This walks the line of “humor/nonsense” & “srsbsnss.” >>
The battle had been going on for maybe an hour or so, and still neither of them would give in. Marche seemed to be taking the most damage; Llednar barely had a scratch on him. The rest of the clan was off fighting the monsters Llednar had brought with him, leaving this as a one-on-one battle. To be honest, Marche didn’t know how much he could take. What would happen if he failed here? Would the clan be able to take this guy on, even if it would be twenty against one?
“Y-You’re good,” Marche murmured after blocking a blow from his opponent’s sword.
Llednar snickered and flicked his head in one direction just for the mere purpose of bringing attention to his hair. “Well of course I am. Prince Mewt created me to be the better you,” he explained with a smirk. “I’m faster, stronger, smarter,” he paused and winked, “and better looking than you.”
“B-B-Better looking than me?!” Marche sputtered. He whipped his head around, looking around for one of his clansmen and then shouted when he saw Ritz. She, thinking that he was in trouble, finished off the monster she had been battling and jumped down to where Marche and Llednar were. “Who’s better looking: me or him?!”
The pink-haired fencer gave him a look of sheer disbelief, then pointed the end of her rapier at him and grew red with anger. “You called me down here for that?!” she shrieked. Marche nodded, a look of innocence on his face. Ritz frowned and examined Llednar, then blushed and looked away. “… Marche’s better…”
“There, I told you! You may be stronger, faster, and smarter than me, but you are not better looking!”
Llednar shook his head and raised his sword. “You’re truly an idiot. No wonder Mewt hates you. He created me to replace you, after all,” he smiled upon seeing the sorrow written on Marche’s face. “Now I’ll get rid of one more nuisance to Mew-“
Ritz waited a moment and then quickly pulled her rapier out of Llednar’s gut. Llednar staggered back with a hand over his bleeding middle, staring wide-eyed at his offender. After he collapsed to the ground, lifeless, Ritz turned to Marche and stuck her tongue out. “He spoke nonsense, don’t worry.”