Yio! This chapter may get a bit confusing, switching places a lot. But oh well. I'll work on it!

Get ready for NOT-SO-EPIC BATTLE SEQUENCES! HELL YEA! ,

. . . yup. Btw people do die in my fanfiction sometimes.

I'm making magic callouts in bold. Along with emphasised words

With Rufus

'What's with this guy? Is this seriously all a game to him?' Rufus thought scornfully as he ran through the thick expanse of trees. 'I'll teach them. Sabertooth is not to be messed with!'

Rufus ran with newfound determination as he came to a clearing near a river. He looked around quickly to try to find his target.

"Why what do we have here?" A shrill, slightly seductive voice rang through the air, cutting it like a knife. Rufus quickly turned around to face the woman.

The voice continued, "My, my! Such a handsome one you are!"

The person stepped out into the clearing. It was a fourteen year-old girl with zero curves whatsoever. She had straight, purple hair that went down just past her hips. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder tee that had music notes all over it, spiked belt that held up a pitch black skirt, and stripped leggings that were ripped and led to spiked boots. She had heavy makeup on her eyes and had a bass strapped to her back. "My name is Akira Tsumikere. You can call me Akira-chan!" Akira said with a wink.

"I am Rufus Lohr. Are you my challenge?" Rufus said confidently, standing up tall.

"Why yes! Your voice interests me, boy. It sounds so sweet," She said as she whipped her base around to her front.

"I absolutely can't wait until I hear that voice screaming in agony!"She yelled as she lifted her arm up.

She slammed her arm downwards and strummed, although more like slammed the bass.

"Downbeat!"She said as a blast of magic shaped like a music staff soared towards Rufus.

With Minerva

Minerva was running on a path of tree roots when she came to a cave. She only got a moment of silence before it was broken. "Yo yo miss! Fancy seeing another fly to crush here," A creepy voice came from the darkness.

Snap

The room was enveloped in a red light. She could now get a good look at her target.

He was dressed in a white suit with a black tie and a black rose. He looked to be in his mid 20's and had short, gray hair and piercing onyx eyes. Black as night.

"Yo yo my fair maiden, or should I say next victim? Whatever. No difference it makes when you'll be on the ground in a few seconds, feel it" He said as a smirk formed on his face, going from ear to ear. He pulled out a blade as he started carving a word in his forearm. Smiling at the drops of crimson blood that came pouring from the wound onto the floor.

"What's mine is yours," He said softly. He turned his arm towards her as she looked at it. One word was clearly written in his flesh.

"Pain," He whispered.

Minerva's eyes shot open. Then she curled up and doubled over onto the ground. Clutching her forearm as the word pain was being carved into her skin out of thin air. The pain was unbearable as she looked up through tear-filled eyes at the man. "This is just the beginning!" He announced as he towered over her.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

With Rogue

"Who does Rogue think we will go up against?" Frosch asked. Flying over Rogue as he ran.

"I don't know Frosch, let's just hope we may get this over with soon. It smells like rot in this section of the forest." Rogue said simply as he crinkled his nose. Frosch laughed in response. "Rogue, Fro sees a clearing up ahead." Frosch says as she/he pointed up ahead. There was indeed a clearing ahead.

In the middle of the clearing there was an overweight, putrid smelling man eating what looked to be a dead animal.

The man spun around from his seat on a log. " Oh! My competition is here!" He said through a full mouth.

"Want some?" He asked. Rogue backed away and frantically shook his head no. 'Why'd I chose this path' He thought in despair.

" What is that anyway?" Rogue asked as he raised his eyebrow at the dead thing. It was indeed dead, and raw.

" This is an animal I stepped on. He tastes just fine. My name's Meat. Just plain Meat. I like meat." Meat said. His face was dripping blood.

"Rogue, I can tell," Rogue said.

"Do you know how delicious this is? Most people don't realize how delicious nature is. Dead animal's flavor is stolen when cooked. It ruins a perfectly good meal. I'm sadly the only one who realizes this and it's such a tragedy. It really i-" He was cut off by Rogue punching him in the face. Sending him flying, unconcious, into the river to be carried away downstream.

"Thank god." Rogue said as he rolled his shoulder. "He wouldn't shut up!" Rogue said in obvious anger. Before his eyes a path opened through the forest. "This must be the way Frosch, let's go." Rogue said calmly as he walked down the path. 'I sincerely hope they are not all that revolting' He thought as he sighed.

With Sting

Sting walked with his hands behind his back and sighed. " Lector, this mission is strange," The dragonslayer stated as his expression grew bored.

"That means it's all the more fun for the great Sting-kun!" Lector exclaimed excitedly as he danced around on Sting's blond hair.

"I guess you're ri- huh?" Sting said as he looked around, confused. He was no longer walking in a forest, but a graveyard. He heard wolves howling and looked around frantically. He screamed when he saw a horde of what looked like, undead wolves. He turned around to run but then saw that there were more inimaginable beasts closing in all around him. Fear took him over as they got near. He had never before felt more fear as he faded into blackness.

All he heard now was his heavy breathing. His eyes were closed. He slowly opened one eye, then the other. His eyes were foggy as he rubbed them and slowly stood up. The world was a blur for a few seconds before everything came into focus. He looked around hesitantly and saw there were no beasts. There was no graveyard. It was not night. He was in a clearing surrounded by rocks and plants. He hears cackling behind him and turns around to see a woman there. The woman looked to be in her 20's and was wearing a red dress that went to the ground and trailed behind her as she walked in 6 inch stilettos towards the fallen Sting. Her pure white hair curling in corkscrew curls out of a messy bun. with some framing her face and creamy white skin. Her golden eyes peircing holes into the light dragonslayer.

"What's a kid doin' here eh?"

"I'm . . . here . . to defeat you," Sting said slowly. The words were hard to form.

"Ha, don't make me laugh kid. You think ya' can beat meh'? Really? You can beat the greatest illusionist, Shioe Narahi!?" She asked. Sarcasm dripping off of her words.

"Illusionist? Doesn't saying that it's an illusion ruin the effect?" You just brought your own downfall!" Sting exclaimed, now revved up.

"Oh nonono. You don't seem to understand. That's the effect of mah' magic. No matter what you can do. You. Can't. Break. It." She said as she swing her pointer finger in front of the shocked sting.

"I can recreate your greatest fears. Over, and over, and over again. Until I get bored that is. " She said as she paused and straightened up.

"Then I can kill you," She said as she erupted in cackling. Her face now taking on a psychotic, deranged expression. Her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Entertain meh' let's start the show!"

With Lucy

'Is life a game to that man?' Lucy sighed. She was walking along a bridge. The trees were saying there was something terrible ahead.

"The trees sure are beautiful." She said to herself as she walked.

" You smell good," A voice called from behind her. She whipped her head around and caught the perpetrator by the neck. It was a teen, with green hair that spiked up in random places. He was wearing a. . . apron? Lucy stared lasers into him as he said. " Sup, names Ris. You smell good, what's a cutie like you doi- wah!" He yelled as she smashed him into the pavement with near superhuman force. "Pervert," she said quietly as she called

"Water lock- move" She calmly said as an orb of water wrapped itself around the scent- loving pervert, and immediately tossed him over the bridge and into the river. Lucy sighed as she continued walking. 'Was he the one I was supposed to defeat?' She thought. 'Probrably,'

She looked back to see two figures being carried away by the river, Ris and some overweight, disgusting looking man. She shrugged and followed the newly opened path. 'That was quick'

Lucy and Rogue are heartless. haha I couldn't think of non-revolting scent and taste magic. So I made the blunt characters quickly deal with them. Well. Onto the next chapter I go!