Lon'qu still couldn't fathom where Owain got all of his enthusiasm from. Sure, Lissa was always energized and eager to help all she could, but it didn't justify the inanity that was his son.

He quickly sidestepped a slice meant for his sword arm and kicked his opponent hard in the chest, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Maybe I was energetic as a small child, Lon'qu pondered to himself. He never really paid much attention to his past troubles nowadays, what with the current war going on and a wife to protect. The probability was small, but not impossible. After all, Owain had to get his quirks from somewhere.

His opponent aimed a blow for his legs, but Lon'qu was anticipating this and flipped backwards, hearing the sound of air being chopped in half by his competitor's steel.

No, that's most definitely not it. He had been a lone street urchin, those long years ago. Stealing food from corner shop bakeries and combing the streets for loose change didn't seem like the environment to foster a happy personality, especially one as eccentric as Owain's. What about Lissa's side of the family? Indeed, save for Chrom and his children, Lon'qu had never had much interaction with the royal House Of Ylisse.

The adversary attempted to jump in the air and slam into Lon'qu with a few frontflips, much like Chrom and Lucina's finisher. Lon'qu sighed in disgruntlement, and shifted over to the right of where his opponent was to land. As expected, the competitor slammed blade first into the ground. Lon'qu took the butt of his sword's handle and drove it hard into his opponent's back, causing him to collapse in pain.

But then again, how would the news not leak out that the esteemed Ylissean royalty had a crazy lord or lady who talked in strange tongue and shouted catchphrases and complained about his/her sword hand? Truly, Lon'qu was stumped. However, a familiar voice shook Lon'qu before he could retrace his leads and consider the situation again.

"Ugh, Lon'qu! How many times do I have to tell you? We spar with wooden swords, not actual iron ones!" Lissa nagged her husband as she hurried toward him.

"Hm? Oh. Sorry. Wasn't paying attention."

"Not paying attention?! Think of how seriously you could've hurt each other!" Lissa looked down at Lon'qu's unlucky competitor. "Well, think of how seriously you could've hurt him!"

"Hmph. It's his fault for being so flashy when he was the one who asked me to duel." Lon'qu squatted down to look at the bruised face of his son. "You've still much to learn, Owain."

Owain slowly picked his battered body off the ground, and looked his father in the eye. "Ah, no good father! It was simply my sword hand acting up on me again! I cannot choose whether or not I am a king of swordplay or simply a jester in the court! The hand knows all! And it hungers FOR JUSTICE!"

Owain slowly lowered his fist from the sky as his mother and father bore holes into his forehead with disapproving glances. "I'll go back and wash up now." He dejectedly hung his head and headed out of the training field.

Lissa giggled to herself and leaned against her husband's lean frame. "I still don't know where he gets it from."

"Neither do I." Lon'qu tentatively placed a hand on Lissa's shoulder. "By the way, did Chrom ever name his special moves when he was younger?"

A/N:

So, here we are. The first written work I'm actually confident about posting. Anyways, this will serve as a training ground for me before I get set to work on an actual, novel-length work. I need to see which areas I seem to excel at and at which I need touching up. Feel free to leave suggestions, comprising of which two characters you'd like to see, whether their relationship is romantic or platonic, and possibly a scenario, but I will come up with one if you don't have any in mind. Also, a huge shout out to blankprofe's fic Snippets, of which I got this idea. It's written quite well and I've enjoyed it immensely so far. Thanks again for taking your time to read this and remember any and all criticism is appreciated. See you soon!

P.S: I've always thought Lon'qu a man of few words, but with a whole lot of stuff going on inside that Feroxi head of his. Sorry if it seems OOC. :P