[Claude knew it was a gamble, leaving his fate (and, subsequently, the fate of the Alliance) in the hands of Dimitri and Byleth, but it was the best shot they had. He truly believed that. And the two of them didn't let him down, arriving just in the nick of time!
Unfortunately, the rush and chaos of the battle leads to some hasty mistakes; that in itself is nothing unusual, but when it's the time traveling goddess powers that go awry, the results can be things no one could possibly anticipate.
Something like, when Dimitri finally reaches Claude von Riegan, Grand Duke of the Leicester Alliance, instead of the infamous Master Tactician atop his distinctive white wyvern greeting him with a quip and a smile, the wyvern is instead curled protectively around a small boy that will look suspiciously familiar, with the distinctive braid Claude had worn during their time in the Academy and wide green eyes that stare up at Dimitri with fear and an utter lack of recognition. His clothes are like nothing Dimitri will have seen in Fodlan, but clearly of very fine make and quality, and he seems oddly comfortable being surrounded by a very protective wyvern, his little arms not long enough to wrap all the way around her neck despite his best efforts to cling to her. He lifts his chin up stubbornly, clearly trying to sound brave and strong despite the tremor in his voice.] Wh-Who are you?
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surprise baby tactician
Unfortunately, the rush and chaos of the battle leads to some hasty mistakes; that in itself is nothing unusual, but when it's the time traveling goddess powers that go awry, the results can be things no one could possibly anticipate.
Something like, when Dimitri finally reaches Claude von Riegan, Grand Duke of the Leicester Alliance, instead of the infamous Master Tactician atop his distinctive white wyvern greeting him with a quip and a smile, the wyvern is instead curled protectively around a small boy that will look suspiciously familiar, with the distinctive braid Claude had worn during their time in the Academy and wide green eyes that stare up at Dimitri with fear and an utter lack of recognition. His clothes are like nothing Dimitri will have seen in Fodlan, but clearly of very fine make and quality, and he seems oddly comfortable being surrounded by a very protective wyvern, his little arms not long enough to wrap all the way around her neck despite his best efforts to cling to her. He lifts his chin up stubbornly, clearly trying to sound brave and strong despite the tremor in his voice.] Wh-Who are you?