Gaara listened intently to what Hibiki had to say. But to be honest, he didn't think to highly of their intel. All the pretty boy had to tell them was their code names and some stupid little descriptions that he seemed to think were amusing. And judging by the others' reactions, apparently it was. To them at least.
Already, Gaara was starting to dislike his 'team'. In his opinion, it only really consisted of thick headed loud mouths. At first he considered helping the people out for their assistance to him earlier, but after seeing them talk amongst themselves, he quickly decided against that. So instead, he decided to strike them a little bargain.
He thought of what he currently needed. Shelter?... Sort of. I'm an insomniac anyways so it isn't as important as some other things. Sustenance? That I do need. Money? Whatever their currency is, i'm most definitely going to need it. Other than that... perhaps just a pointer to the nearest city? That wouldn't be too bad. I need to learn things about this place. Things I'm expected to know if the question arises. Maybe I should ask Wendy. She did help me directly after all. And she doesn't seem nearly as... eccentric as the others.
Wendy, along with Jura and Gray were the only people he could really stand. Wendy, while timid at times, was generally rather intelligent and polite. And most importantly she didn't constantly talk. Jura seemed like more of a military kind of man. Rational. Disciplined. Efficient. Gaara could respect that as a shinobi. And Gray? Well, if he was being honest with himself, it was more of the fact that he hadn't found anything particularly wrong with him yet. Though he was fairly certain he would in the future.
People he hated in particular? Natsu, obviously. Very loud, talks a lot, and overall extremely unintelligent. Three things that Gaara very much disliked. Perhaps it was also because their motivations seemed to be exactly opposite of each other. While Natsu yelled and boasted about fighting for and protecting his 'Nakama', Gaara fights only for himself. The kanji for 'Love' inscribed upon his forehead is direct proof of that commitment.
Next up on his list, both the cats. Carla was just straight annoying. Talking as if she were higher than everyone else, he couldn't stand being near her. Happy on the other hand he disliked mainly for the same reasons as he did Natsu. With the added factor of him having a rather rediculous name in his opinion.
And last but certainly not least, Erza. The hypocrit to end all hypocrits. Accuses him of being some sort of murderer while pointing a sharp sword directly at his face the entire time. Oh, and also the trimen and their dumbass boss, or whatever they called him. Pretty obvious reasons there.
But as he listened to their plan, he began to think less and less of the Blue Pegasus guild. So we're going to try and take them out in one shot. This plan is terrible. It relies on ALL six of them being in their hideout at the same time, and we don't even know where said hideout is. Second of all, we're placing all our eggs in one basket, so to speak. If something happens to that 'bomber', the entire plan goes out the window. Absolutely pathetic...
After the plan was explained, Jura stepped in the front of the group give a small speech. "Each one of the Oracion Seis is capable of destroying an entire guild by themselves. Under no circumstances should you EVER consider fighting one of them one on one. Always fight in pairs." Jura commanded them all.
Gaara mentally nodded. This man knows what he's talking about. Using our superior numbers against them. Basic military tactics. Perhaps I should ask him for supplies instead?... No, that magenta haired woman is constantly rambling about her stupid ideas-
"Hey kid."
Gaara heard Shukaku speaking to him. Normally he would've ignored the voice, but his recent discoveries of Shukaku's true intentions reminded him not to. "What is it?" He mentally responded.
"That annoying square head guy is not the same guy from earlier."
Gaara cautiously peered at Ichiya. "How can you tell? He seems normal."
"Every tailed beast has the ability to sense malicious intent. Before he went to the washroom or whatever, his malicious intent was non-existant. Now though, it's through the roof. He's either an imposter, or he plans on betraying you lot in the next few moments."
"What do you recommend I do?" Gaara responded mentally.
"I'd wait for him to make his move, then counter it. If you attack him out of the blue the people around you might immediately turn on you without giving you time to explain."
"I see. Thank you for the advice." Gaara answered and closed the mental link with Shukaku.
Gaara refocused on the people in front of him only to see two remaining. Jura and Ichiya. He turned his head and looked through the open front door and saw the backs of the rest of the alliance. He sighed. These idiots. Completely ignoring the plan they JUST had explained to them!
"Well, at least you two stayed..." Said Jura behind him. He sighed in exasperation. "I'm getting far too old for this..."
Gaara didn't turn his head but rather turned his eyes in Jura's direction. "I agree... we should catch up to them before they get too far ahead of us." He added on.
But Ichiya decided that now was the time to strike a pose. He leaned back and pointed at them. "Slow your roll chrome dome, ginger head." He said in his strange Ichiya voice.
Jura turned around and stared questioningly at the small man. Gaara narrowed his eyes at him, glaring ominously. He would've responded, but the man of many parfumes kept speaking.
"I've heard the great vine that you're a wizard saint, is that true?" He asked, still in his rediculous pose.
Gaara looked from Ichiya to Jura. "What is a wizard saint?" He asked in the regular monotone.
"A wizard saint is the title bestowed by the magic council, and there can only ever be ten wizard saints at one time. They are known as being some of the most powerful wizards in Fiore. And indeed it is true that I am one." Jura explained and answered at the same time.
Gaara now had a few ideas as to why Ichiya stayed behind with Jura. If he is some sort of imposter, he's certainly trying to take down the group's most powerful member before the fight even begins. But if this is supposedly one of the most powerful mages on Fiore, whether that is a country, continent, or the planet, I would imagine taking him on would be difficult. There has to be more to it, I'll just have to wait.
Ichiya changed poses, albeit just as strange. "I see, it's an honour working with someone as skilled as Master Makarov."
Jura put his hands up in a stop position. "Whoa now, I wouldn't go that far. While it is true that we are both members of the Ten Wizard Saints, comparing Master Makarov and I would be like comparing a grain of sand to a boulder. I'm sure you can figure out which one applies to me." Jura explained.
As it turned out, Gaara didn't even have to wait that long. He noticed Ichiya turn away from the two of them, as to hide whatever he was doing from their vision. He quickly activated his Opening of the Third Eye technique, allowing him to see what the strange little man was doing.
Ichiya prepared one of his tubes filled with perfume, gaining a ominous glint in his eyes. "I see... that might've been the best news I heard all day..." He spoke in a cryptic manner. He reached the tip of his thumb to the cork in the bottle and slipped it off.
Almost immediately Jura started grabbing at his nose, eyes going wide and bloodshot. "Th-that smell! What are you doing Ichiya!?" He shouted.
But that was when Gaara struck. Seeing Ichiya's attack in advanced through his third eye, he made makeshift noseplugs out of his sand and used them to block out his sense of smell, rendering Ichiya's attack completely useless. He deftly sent his sand forward, grabbing the bottle and forming a cork out of sand to block it once again. He grabbed the small tube of paralyzing parfume and his sand promptly shot back into the gourd on his back. With a small smirk Gaara spoke. "It seems I was correct..."
Jura shakily rose from the floor and grabbed his staff, which he'd dropped to the floor earlier. He leveled the staff directly at Ichiya. "What's going on Ichiya! What is this?!" He shouted at him in an angry tone.
Ichiya gave off a small giggle that was very uncharacteristic of him. "Oh dear, it seems we've been found out!" He said. A second later, Ichiya disappeared in a poof of smoke. Out of the small plume of smoke appeared two tiny, bug like beings. They both had thing mouths, shaped like V's. One right side up, the other upside down. They also had a leather strap running across their bodies and a pair of shorts, one orange and one black
"Piri... Piri..." One of them spoke. The other one began talking not to soon after. "We're back to normal!" It said.
"That guy's head was so gross... filled with perverted stuff!" The first added on. The second responded not to long after. "I know, don't remind me brother."
"Yeah, grown ups can be so-"
But it didn't get to finish. Gaara had quickly had enough of the high pitched creatures that had appeared in front of him. His sand sped towards the two at undodgeable speeds, spearing them both through the gut. But unlike blood, like he expected, the two just disappeared into yellow particles.
He turned to Jura, who now stood beside him with a grim expression on his face. "Do you know what those two things were?" Gaara asked him.
Jura nodded his head. "Indeed I do. Those were celestial spirits, and powerful ones at that. The most likely explaination is that one of the Oracion Seis is a celestial spirit summoner. The real Ichiya is probably inside somewhere, I'll go look for him. I'll catch up with you as soon as possible." Jura explained to Gaara.
But before the bald man could leave, Gaara had to ask one more question. "Does it matter if the enemy is recovered alive?" He asked in a emotionless, cold tone. It unnerved the wizard saint quite a bit.
Jura responded without even turning around. "You should not hold back against these foes. Fight with your full strength, and if they should perish, it would be understandable." He answered, and walked inside the building to look for their fallen comrade.
Gaara turned around and walked in the direction he saw the group going earlier. He smirked. The only reason he asked was because it was made clear he was the group's defacto leader by the title of wizard saint. Should he want any sort of reward for helping them, he would have to follow their rules, and by default, their leader's rules. But that was the good part. There were no rules. He was free to do whatever he wanted.
WITH NATSU AND COMPANY
Everyone in the crew ran behind Natsu, only due to the fact that he had a head start and was in front of the rest. Of course, he had run off a cliff, but that was obstacle for someone like him. He honestly had no idea where he was running to, but he assumed their base would be in the direction he was moving, so he continued on his current path.
But that was when they saw it. Christina, the Magical Bomber. He abruptly stopped, looking up and watching the massive airship. Gray however did not have fast enough reaction times to be able to stop before hitting Natsu. Which he did. The two went down in a heap.
Almost as fast as they went down they were back up, head to head and glaring at each other. "SO WE'RE PLAYIN' DIRTY NOW, HUH?!" Natsu screamed into Gray's face.
"IF I WANTED TO FIGHT YA, I'D HAVE KICKED YOUR ASS ALREADY!" Replied Gray, equally as loud.
The two were abruptly stopped by Erza, who had magically appeared between the two and roughly shoved their faces away from each other. "Focus!" She sternly told them both.
It was then that the rest of the group noticed the yacht sized airship floating steadily above their heads. They all stared at it with wide eyes and open mouths. "The magical bomber... Christina!" Erza announced.
Gray watched it go past them with a smirk. "It definetly lives up to it's name, that's for sure!" He added on.
Natsu peered at it with a twinkle in his eye. "IT'S SOOOO COOL! I WANT ONE!" He exclaimed.
Lucy, Wendy, and the cats also watched the giant airship. "Whoa..." Lucy breathed out. "It's gigantic!"
Happy was equally as amazed, but at the same time far less... intelligent about it. "Horses can fly too?..." He muttered, in both confusion and amazement.
Carla sighed in exasperation at Happy's words. "Please refrain from speaking further, blue cat." She scolded him.
As Christina flew over the edge of the cliff they were standing on, Erza began to bark out orders. "We need to split up and begin searching for their temporary base. It would be optimal to team up with out guildmates, in order to maximize teamwork and efficiency. Wendy will go with Lamia Scale, since they're a person short. Let's go!"
But as it turns out, Erza's plan would not work as she... planned. Almost instantly after Erza gave out her orders to the others, Christina began to explode. Little plumes of fire and smoke began to appear randomly across the surface of the once great airship, and pieces of the hull and other things began to fall off.
The ship eventually began to spiral downwards. It was truly tragic. The majestic airship modeled after a pegasus, shot to shit and descending into a horrible crash landing. As it hit the ground it caused a massive explosion right at the foot of the cliff the group was standing on, leaving them with shocked and fearful expressions.
Hibiki looked in horror at the wild fire and smoke their magnificent ship had become. "What happened?!" He shouted, half angry and half scared.
Lyon gritted his teeth. "This doesn't bode well for us..." If they could take down their ace in the hole without even trying, how would their group of ten some odd wizards have a chance?
Natsu sniffed the air. He turned towards the cliff face that was currently covered with thick smoke. "Gray..." He growled out.
Gray understood his friends meaning immediately. "I know..." He said, getting into a ready stance. "We've got company."
Then, slowly but surely, all six of the Oracion Seis came through the smoke and ash, directly into the vision of the alliance. Most of them wore confident, borderline arrogant smirks upon their faces. The only ones who didn't were Midnight, who was asleep, and Brain, who looked stoic as ever. Angel's celestial spirit, Gemini, hovered beside her head, shaking their arms in a childlike manner.
Brain spoke in a gravelly, deep voice. "So, the lowly maggots have swarmed together... amusing..."
"Unfortunately short stack won't be joining us..." Angel said, half laughing as she did so. She turned to the spirit of twins beside her head, as if she expected them to do something.
The two in question looked extremely nervous at that moment, shaking slightly. "Err..." The first one began awkwardly. "The... uh... tall wizard saint is... erm... slowed down?" The second one finished, equally as uncomfortable.
Angel growled at them, shaking her head in disappointment. "Must I do everything myself!?" She shouted at them angrily.
At this little interaction the group of light mages grinned. At least something was going their way if they were fighting among themselves. "It seems Jura was too much for your spirit, huh?" Lyon said with a smirk. "He isn't a wizard saint for nothing you know!"
"YEAH! AND WE'LL HAVE YOU GUYS WRAPPED UP IN JUST A MINUTE!" Natsu yelled at them.
The celestial spirit tried to defend itself. "But Angel..." The first one began. "there were more people there than you said there'd be! If it weren't for that creepy kid, it would've gone fine!"
Angel didn't seem to get any less angry. "It shouldn't matter who's there! How hard is it to beat one person when he doesn't even have his guard up?!"
Now the alliance members were confused. That creepy kid. Were they talking about Gaara? That strange red head Wendy saved on her way here? He had to save Jura? He could deal with something a wizard saint couldn't? How could one kid be that strong?
Erza turned to Gray. "Is she talking about Gaara?" She asked in confusion.
Gray shrugged. "I don't know. Probably though, who else would she be talking about?" He responded, also surprised by the news.
Natsu just started laughing. "I guess Wendy's decision to bring him along was a good one then, huh?" He stated jovially. Then he turned to Wendy. "Nice job Wendy!" He shouted to her, giving her a thumbs up as well.
Wendy smiled shyly. "Thanks Natsu..." She responded in a quiet tone, holding her arms behind her back timidly.
Natsu turned his gaze back to the six members of Oracion Seis. His expression changed to a serious one. "But now it's time to fight."
Turning to Gray, who also turned to him, he grinned and nodded. "Let's go!" He shouted at his fellow Fairy Tail wizard.
The ice and fire duo charged full tilt at the six dark mages standing opposite them, grinning in anticipation all the while. Brain however, maintained his calm expression. "Racer." He said, not even looking in the said mage's direction.
Racer gave no inclination that he heard the commander's orders except for a slight mumble of: "Yes sir." He suddenly disappeared from view, much to the two wizards of Fairy Tail's shock.
The speed demon was only visible for brief periods as he moved towards the two incoming mages at impossible speeds. With one final appearance he arrived behind them as they ran. He unleashed a devastating kick on the two of them at the same time. "MOTOR!" He shouted.
Natsu and Gray were sent reeling back, both landing in a heap at the feet of the rest of the alliance, who could only stand and gawk at Racer's speed. Lucy stared at her two friends in shock at being knocked down so easily. "Natsu! Gray!" She shouted in worry.
But what confused her was the second voice coming from right beside her, and it was identical to hers. She turned to the direction of the voice, only to see an exact replica of herself, in the exact same position, saying the exact same thing.
Her moment of confusion was quickly shaken off when the clone of herself gained a malicious smirk and grabbed it's whip off the belt it had on, identical to Lucy. The clone began to viciously whip the poor original, laughing the entire time. Meanwhile Lucy just ran away, flailing her arms while crying out: "WHY THE HELL AM I WHIPPING MYSELF?!"
Over on the Lamia Scale side of things, it was going no better. Lyon and Sherry had tried to team up on the Oracion Seis member 'Hoteye', but it was to no avail. Their combined attacks of Marionette: Doll Attack, and Ice Make: Eagles, was no match for Hoteye's overpowering earth magic. He simply overcame their powers with sheer force, and proceeded to trap them in some sort of quicksand.
The pathetic trimen had been taken out all ready. All three had just made a mad dash for Angel, every one of them claiming: "I'll take care of Angel!". Well as it turned out, their plans were cut short. As they were running, Racer simply sped in between them, knocking them out with one blow each. He was too fast for them to even see.
With the rest of the crew knocked out, it left only Erza. She lept up high above Cobra, requipping into her Heaven's Wheel armour as she did so. Cobra just smirked and did nothing, watching her set up her attacks unhindered. "Dance, my swords!" She called out, summoning over fifty swords around her, all pointing at Cobra and his pet snake.
Just a moment later, the swords shot towards Cobra in a cluster, as if it were raining swords in that specific area. Cobra barely moved more than an inch at a time as he dodged the swords. Barely adjusting his posture every time a new sword came near him to dodge each one by a hair.
Erza stared at the maroon haired man standing in the middle of what looked like a graveyard made of swords. "Impossible! He dodged them all?! Can he predict my attacks?" She questioned out loud.
But she was quickly thrown back into the action as Racer suddenly appeared behind her and launched a kick at her back. She managed to turn around and block the attack with her two swords just in time. Deciding she needed to be faster to be able to fight Racer effectively, she requipped into her flight armour, dramatically increasing her speed.
Erza followed Racer relentlessly, swiping at him every chance she got with her twin daggers. But Racer seemed to be able to dodge them all easily. He leaned and swerved around her attacks as if they were slower than one hundred pound weights. He laughed. "That's more like it!"
She heard Cobra speaking in the background. "It's no use, I can hear your moves before you even make them, Titania!" He called out. He dashed in front of her, hitting her with an upwards kick and sending her flying backwards.
Erza's eyes widened at what he said. "I can hear your moves..." So he IS reading me! But how?! She thought furiously.
Brain smirked as he saw Lyon and Sherry try and fail yet again at taking on Hoteye. At the same time, Natsu was once again knocked down by Racer, this time fully unconscious. Gray had been incapacitated by a cheeky Gemini, sneaking up behind him and using one of his own spells against him. Finally his gaze turned to where Erza and Cobra were fighting.
Erza was swiping madly at Cobra, who dodged her attacks with ease, not even bothering to remove his hands from his pockets. Eventually he seemed to get bored, and just grabbed both of Erza's daggers by the hilts. Brain inspected the red haired woman closely. I see... so this is the famed Erza Scarlet.
Something he remembered from earlier however caused him to begin wondering about something else. Who is this 'Gaara'? Angel's spirit claimed he was able to defend Jura, who is a wizard saint. Perhaps we should be worried about such a person?... Brain turned his focus back on the fight in front of him.
The sight in front of him pleased him greatly. Every single alliance member lay on the ground, save the ones who weren't there. Most were barely conscious, and some were fully unconscious, but to him it didn't matter in the slightest. "Pathetic!" He exclaimed loudly, enough so that they could all hear. "Prepare yourselves for oblivion, weak children of light!"
He lifted his skull-headed staff high in the air, and a purple magic circle appeared in front of the skull. Dark energy began to flow out of the ground and into the magic circle, which scared a few of the alliance members.
"What is this magic?! It feels so dark and evil..." Sherry weakly stated.
Natsu gritted his teeth, still laying on the ground. "Damnit... I can't move anymore!"
Gray glared at the leader of Oracion Seis. "Me... neither..." He growled out.
The spell seemed to pick up even more dark energy as if progressed. "DARK RONDO!"Brain yelled in a loud voice. But as he was casting the spell, something in the corner of his vision caught his eye. A little spot of blue hair sticking out from behind a rock, with a pair of eyes peeking over the surface. Two cats stood beside the rock, who seemed to want to protect the person behind it. The girl peeked out of little more, enough so that her face was visible. "Wendy..." Brain breathed out, staring at the girl. He put down his staff, cancelling the spell.
Brain looked over at their boss. "What's the matter, Brain? You gonna cast the spell or not?" He asked in a rather impatient tone.
Cobra followed up. "You know that girl or something" He asked, although not with the same impatient tone as Racer.
Brain watched the blue haired girl intently. "There's no doubt about it. It's Wendy, the Maiden of the Sky." He stated in a deadly serious voice.
Wendy put her hands on her head, as if she couldn't remember what that title meant. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. "What does that mean?!" She asked, mostly to herself.
Brain smiled gleefully. "To think we've just stumbled across her here. We've made quite the catch my friends." He told his guildmates. Leveling the staff towards the rock that Wendy was hiding behind, he called out in the same loud voice he used to cast his other spell. "Grab her!"
A bright green beam of energy shot out of the end of Brain's staff and went straight for Wendy. It swerved around the rock she was hiding behind and suddenly morphed into a hand, grabbing the poor girl. The hand promptly retracted, pulling her towards the staff. "Help!" She screamed. Carla chased after her, but her short, stubby cat legs couldn't carry her fast enough. "Unhand her you fiend!" She yelled furiously at Brain.
But Carla didn't need to help. When Wendy was about halfway to being sucked into the staff, a stream of sand came out of nowhere, cutting the green energy where the hand's wrist would be. Wendy began to fall to the ground, but the sand quickly darted under her, softly carrying her to the ground.
The sand gently set her on the grass, before immediately flying at supersonic speeds back towards the main trail they were walking on before to get to the clearing where they now were. Everyone's eyes followed where the sand went, and eventually their gazes fell upon the newcomer, Gaara.
He walked down the path with his arms crossed, face emotionless, and eyes cold. None of them were actually able to follow the speed of his sand as it returned to him, but they assumed it had gone into the container on his back.
As he reached the clearing, his eyes scanned all the downed alliance wizards, head not moving an inch. Eventually his gaze settled on Wendy, who was staring back at him wordlessly. He hadn't been on the battlefield for too long, only about fifteen seconds in fact, but already he knew that Wendy was the highest priority target for the enemy.
He quickly grabbed her with his sand, eliciting a small squeal of surprise from the young dragon slayer. He placed her down behind him. Quick as ever, the sand retracted back into his gourd, and the cork sealed it off immediately after.
Brain watched the whole scene play out with a fair amount of interest. This one is different from the rest. That look in his eyes... the look of someone who has seen the darkness. He also seems smarter than the rest. He already noticed what our priorities are, and is already trying to counter it. He's a sand mage I suppose. Most sand mages are atrocious at close combat, so Racer would be the obvious choice here.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a growl from Cobra beside him, gaining his attention. "Brain... this kid is weird... I can't read him. At all. It's like there isn't a single thought in his head." He said.
Brain stroked his chin. "Interesting..." He muttered. This was quite the outlier. He never could have anticipated someone like this.
The cork on Gaara's gourd suddenly popped out, landing on the ground with a thud. Sand began to pour out, forming a circle at his feet around him. All the while he kept that same, unnerving expression and posture, as if he couldn't care less about anything.
Meanwhile, the alliance mages watched the kid in shocked silence. No wonder Wendy couldn't move him, that sand must be heavy as hell! How does he carry it?! They realized.
Eventually Brain decided he wasn't going to get anywhere by just waiting. It was clear that the kid opposite him would not attack first. Taking his best option, he issued the same command that he did at the very beginning of the fight. "Racer, go." He said. But with this opponent, he expected the outcome to be somewhat different.
And different it was. Racer once again disappeared from sight, coming into vision once every few seconds for brief periods of time as he moved towards the stationary sand ninja. The mages of the alliance tried to warn him about Racer, but they were just too weak. They could barely even speak, let alone yell. All they could do was watch as Racer got closer and closer to the kid.
When Racer suddenly appeared behind the kid, they assumed it was over. He didn't even turn around! All he did was stand there, still looking at the Oracion Seis, despite there being an attacker directly behind him. "MOTOR!" Racer once again yelled, unleashing his devastating roundhouse kick straight towards Gaara's back.
What neither the Oracion Seis or the alliance anticipated however was the sand at Gaara's feet to suddenly shoot up, blocking the kick completely. Gaara hadn't even turned around, or moved a muscle for that matter. All he did was continue to stare forwards as he had been for the entirety of the fight.
Racer growled in annoyance. Some little kid who probably couldn't even run faster than Hoteye had just managed to block one of his fastest attacks. It pissed him off. He began to randomly jump and run around Gaara, attacking with punches and kicks at random.
But it was no good. Every single attack Racer threw at him was completely negated by the sand, without Gaara showing the slightest bit of effort. Eventually Gaara just grew bored with the man trying and failing over and over again to get past the sand shield. Only one person had ever done it, and he wasn't even in this dimension.
Showing the first sign of actually doing something, Gaara raised his hand. Then, when Racer's next attack was blocked, instead of just blocking the attack and stopping, the sand latched itself onto Racer's foot, halting him immediately. Gaara slowly moved his hand until his open palm was facing Racer directly. Racer struggled to move, or at least get out of the way, but it was no use. Gaara's sand was too strong.
"Sand Coffin." Gaara spoke in a monotone voice that either scared or unnerved the members of the alliance greatly. Sand shot out of the ground behind where Racer was immobilized and began to wrap itself around him. Racer frantically flailed around, trying to free himself from the slowly advancing sand but it was to no avail. Eventually, the sand completely covered him, even his face.
Suddenly a loud, slow clap could be heard from one of the Oracion Seis. Cobra. He had a smirk on his face as he sarcastically clapped at Gaara capturing Racer. "Niiiice! You captured our weakest link! What're you gonna do now, light mage? Demand something from us for him back? That's not gonna happen, so you'd might as well set him free, since you can't keep him captive fore-"
"Sand Burial."
