At first, it all came in slow motion for Robin. Watching Chrom -- or the creature that used to be him, raising his body back up -- swing a sword down at her filled her with terror. She waited, as if locked in a trance, and Jade's words somehow pierced through the terror of that moment. No, she realized, it wasn't over.

Then her sword clattered into Jade's spear, with a loud clang of metal on metal. The Risen lord turned to look at Jade and opened his mouth with a snarl. But then Morgan's cry caught not only Robin's ears, but the undead's. Chrom's head turned, twisting around far more than it could in life, to look directly at Morgan. The fireball slammed into the floor nearby. Those burning red eyes regarded him with no emotion, no care for his son.

Then he bounded forward, sword raised, and tried to break away from Jade.

Robin's heart sank. She turned, and loosed a bolt of lightning into Chrom. The Risen stumbled and slowed, but didn't stop running. "Morgan! Look out!"

She glanced at Jade. Maybe he could use more of that magic.