Even Iron Rusts
Wyndstorm
Chapter Four: Drip, Drip, Drop
((Note: soooo I was trying to sleep. I got all ready, then I got a mental image of Gajeel reading my fic. and when he got to the cliffhanger of last chapter, he raged and terrified me. soooo two chapters, one night. to hell with the consequences.))
Gajeel and Juvia whirled around, to see two men and a woman standing beside a tree, right by the entrance to the forest. One man had hair the exact same shade as Juvia's. He was tall and thin, with a slight mustache above his lips, and his clothes were flowing blue rubes. There were waves inscribed in white upon them, and his arms were outstretched. It was he who had spoke, and he seemed to be the leader. To his left, the group's woman was grinning in an evil way, looking at the two like they were glazed hams, she even licked her lips. It was apparent she was a woman because she was wearing next to nothing. The little clothing she did wear was bright orange, like it was just orange ribbon, the color of her hair, wrapped across her body. In fact, at second glance, that's exactly what it was. she even licked her lips... What a little freak. Gajeel thought to himself. He turned to look at the last man... But there was not much to be said about him. he was fairly standard, with brown hair and robes. no special deigns, no evil look. If anything, he seemed to be just... bored. after looking them over, he decided their priority of danger was in the same order as he had observed them. Still, something about the second man felt... dangerous...
"Who are you? Juvia does not want to hurt someone she does not have to." Juvia shouted, trying to display her fearlessness in front of Gajeel. He smirked, and joined in.
"Just toss us your money nice and slow, and no one gets hurt. Oh, wait... isn't that your line?" HE crossed his arms and laughed loudly. The man in blue clapped.
"Make sure your opponent knows fear by laughing at the very idea of his threat. Am I close?" He said good-naturally. Gajeel clenched his fists and growled a deep, animal like sound Juvia rarely heard anymore. What about that statement caused him to lose his cool like that?
"Who... who are you? how do you know the teachings of Metalinica?" He stammered, confused. The man only laughed harder in response.
"Metalanica? Oh, so you were raised by the Iron dragon? how interesting. That would make you... an Iron Dragon Slayer, would it not?" He said, looking over at the woman. She licked her lips again, and stepped forward.
"Dragon Slayers... you guys taste the best. Might have to wash you first, and burn you well... get all that metal out of your flavor." she hissed as she spoke, but not like a serpent... more like someone who was just very impatient before eating. The other man did not seem interested with this new information. Gajeel strained to remain composed, but this rocked his world.
"I didn't know people around here knew much about Dragons and Dragon Slayers. I thought local legends were mostly about man-shaped monsters." He said evenly, having found his cool again. no one just tosses that old pile of rust's words around, He thought angrily. Not without a face full of Iron Dragon Sword.
"We prefer the term 'new humans'. As for Dragons, well... our origins are not form here. Our ancestors, the first two of our race, learned from the dragons. They were among the first Dragons slayers. But they were not content with..." He stopped a moment, and looked at his companions. "Why am I still explaining this? Kill them!" As he said this, the orange woman rushed forward, as if to claw them apart. Gajeel jumped back, and with a cry of Iron Dragon Fist, he knocked her into the air. then, he shouted a cry Juvia was waiting to hear.
"Drip, Drip, Drop!" He shouted, and Juvia nodded. When Gajeel had recommended that particular phrase to her as code, she had mixed feelings, as it was something she often said in her dreary past. But it made perfect sense, and in this moment it's brief, but effective, line. she thrust her fists towards the skyward woman, and they outstretched in the form or harsh water, slapping the orange woman around. The woman's harms, however, seemed to turn into flames, and she flapped them like wings so that she landed. No, scratch that... they were flame! but her arms... Gajeel watched in horror as they shifted back into human hands... at the same time as Juvia's did. Everyone standing i that clearing stared, looking at the two women in surprise.
"You..." the blue man said, agasp, looking at Juvia. "You can't be... a rain woman?"
