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[center][h1]OWAIN DARK![/h1][/center]

"Ah, of course!" Owain said at Robin's explanation. "How could I forget that you, like myself, are also a legendary hero chosen by fate? To those like us, time and space themselves are merely a shattered mirror! I too have spoken to my own reflections from countless worlds, many of whom are quite different to myself, yet are all equally Owain Dark! Or Odin Dark, in case we meet any of my current allies..."

It was only then that he truly noticed the young girl Robin had been talking to, causing his eyes to widen slightly in shock.

"Oh, I... have no memory of this child..." He said, trying and failing to hide his confusion. "Is she... I mean-... [i]Your[/i]... [i]Your[/i] child?"

Before he could continue to embarrass himself however, he felt a presence which had him spinning around, eyes narrowed. In that very same instant, he watched his uncle Chrom, Exalt of Ylisse and personal hero of his, cutting down civilians in the street. Sadly, or perhaps in this case mercifully, it was clear that this Chrom had no choice in the matter, a dark aura floating around the man in a way that seemed rather familiar, and yet different at the same time.

Before he could even open his mouth, the great exalt had dashed towards him, blade inches from his neck. However, he had grown up training against Lucina, whose fighting style mirrored her fathers down to the most minute detail. Thanks to that, Owain was nearly as skilled at defending against the style as either of them were at wielding it. Of course, the months he spent training as a blademaster under [i]King Ryoma himself[/i] during the war against Valla helped too.

And so, drawing his only mighty blade Missiltaine, he quickly spun out of the way, batting the falchion with his own in order to try and artificially overextend Chrom's swing for him. Before he had even finished doing so, he was already preparing his next move.

"Forgive me Uncle, but from one dark swordsman to another, I promise I will stop you before disgrace yourself again!"

And then he pulled out a small series of ink paintings, which began to float in a ring around his hand.

"SHADOW DRAGON ASSAULT!" He shouted, as a great black and white dragon of ink burst from the ring and flew towards Chrom.