Oh my god, it's been so long since I updated 0.0 I'M SORRY!
...my Harry Potter book went missing and I only found it the other day, so I kinda didn't want to even look at this and be reminded that I still had a lot to work on on this.... -sigh- now just wait for the treats to come rolling in...
This was... I think the first battle scene I ever wrote, so I threw in a lot of anything I could think of and it's not that great... I also recall being first exposed to the 'he's a fangirl' joke a bit before writing this and I was friends with a girl who always said 'I'm a happy puppy' when something good happened, so that's why those are there... nostalgia after all this time –.–'
..um... the next chapter I might just rewrite because it's so horribly close to the manga since I was in a panic and had only a day to finish it (a certain someone always tells me to have the next chapter up in a week, and I fear to defy her for my arse's sake...) but... if (and when) it takes a while to upload the next one, it's because I'm rewriting it.... at least I'll try to rewrite it –.–;
Disclaimer: ......I am no longer EVER doing disclaimers for this! You know what? You want a disclaimer, go to the original post!! X0
Allen almost fell off the astronomy tower, the first time he really lost his balance on anything. "DRAGONS? WHY ME, DAMMIT?"
Allen swore, very, very loudly. At the moment, no one could really blame him. I mean seriously… Dragons?
000
Allen came into the champion's tent a minute or two before Harry. He was not really scared; he had a plan… sort of. Still, he couldn't help fidgeting with the sleeve's zipper on his uniform, even though that was pretty stupid, what if he showed the whole room his arm? Maybe he should just break down and buy a skin-colored glove… and eye makeup… but even Allen couldn't make enough money to pay for all that.
He moved to a corner at the far end of the tent around the time when Harry came in. The black-haired boy looked pale, he must've known what was coming as well, glancing around the tent, Cedric gave Harry a small smile before he continued pacing. Bagman followed him, looking sort of like a happy puppy…
"Well! Now that all the champions are here, we can begin!" oh, he didn't just LOOK like a happy puppy… he SOUNDED like it too… "In this bag are the things you will be facing… there are different… uh... varieties, you see," Bagman said as he held the bag out to the champions. Four of which were in wizard's robes, one, still in his 'school uniform' (hey, how was anyone here supposed to know that his coat was actually made of an extremely durable and flexible material specially designed by the science team, consisting of about or over three hundred mad scientists, for protection against the debris of a battleground and the attacks of demonic beings firing high-speed bullets or worse?)
"Your task is to collect the golden egg!" Bagman squeed. Oh great, now he's not just a happy puppy… did he just 'SQUEE?' crap, he's become a fangirl now too…
After a while, the cheering from outside the tent bloomed in a glorius uproar. One by one, the champions all put an arm into the bag, and pulled out a small model of a dragon.
Allen's dragon model was smaller than all the others, it had smooth-looking copper scales and black ridge markings with a small number '5' on it. For some reason, the long teeth made Allen think of poison. Apparently he was correct, his dragon was poisonous, but to his immense relief, Bagman said that they had nullified the poison, and had antidotes on hand for immediate application.
But hell, those minutes, actually, that entire hour that Allen had sat in the tent, awaiting his turn, had to be one of the most mind-numbing, grotesquely and utterly boring times he had ever had. It seemed to be the opposite with Harry. Allen wondered if the kid knew he was hyperventilating…
000
Allen's dragon was exactly like the model now in the tent, except bigger. Maybe about 16ft? Not too bad… He could hear the crowd's roar as he stepped into the arena. Sweet Lady Luck seemed to smile on him for once. For one thing, all he had to do was get an egg, second, he could move faster than almost anything except Lenalee (but then again, she invented the sonic boom, and that is not even meant to be funny, it's a fact of the hidden history).
The Vipertooth's (the dragon was a Peruvian Vipertooth apparently) coat gleamed an easy-to-spot copper against the sky (which as far as Allen could tell was a cloudy gray, but then again, he was just a bit too focused on the dragon to notice these things). It lunged at Allen, who had decided to play it safe given the poisonous teeth. Allen fell back, literally fell back. He gave up his footing and jumped into a shallow crevice created by rocks. The dragon passed overhead, Allen jumped out the moment its tail vanished from above.
He was aware that everyone's attention was focused on him. He took in everything about the arena in the instant he leapt out of the hole. This was the first time seeing and exorcist fight—or run actually. He wasn't going to fight. Truthfully, this seemed a little bit more like he was back in the circus, just with more fire and fewer ropes for him to balance on, but the same amount of jumping as in a mission ('wing it' had taken a new meaning) and balancing acts, he used all the time.
The dragon seemed to have noticed that it's pray had escaped it, it twisted around and lunged back at Allen. He jerked to the side as the thing went whizzing by his face, and he could've sworn he lost a few strands of hair to it's fangs as it roared past (aw man, more hair to re-grow?) Once again, the dragon looped around. Allen was by this time, dully aware of the crowd's roar. It was rather distracting, actually. He was more focused on the rocks around him, and the speeding object coming toward him. The dragon hadn't tried to breath fire yet, but Allen knew (from experience) that if something thought you were playing with/mocking it, it was going to get mad. Really mad, and he wasn't very happy with the idea of an angry dragon set on hurting him. Allen had a thing about pain, he could take it, he was actually quite use to it, but if it was cause because of something like this… no thanks, he was enjoying his little break off pain. Thank you, nice being here folks, but I think I'll excuse myself from this little 'owie' fest!
A dull ringing was in his ears… no… that was wind… but it was louder than wind… and it was behind him… aw, crap!
Allen had forgotten dragons had tails.
The spear-shaped point of the tail looped around and snatched his leg. Allen had been expecting it to lunge again, but no, life was never that easy. The dragon just had to use it's tail. It pulled up; Allen's leg gave such a large jerk that he was almost thrown off the ground, but the tail hit one of the rocks littering the arena and fell back down. Though immensely relived that he hadn't been thrown into the air, he was worried his leg might break if it was held any longer in the crushing scales.
"Allen! Rock!" one voice cut through the crowd, which was by now mostly groans and jeers, but Lavi's voice was at times obnoxiously loud, and for once, that was a good thing. Allen turned his head the best he could, one of the fragments of boulder was right beside him, it was large, no more than a few feet away, and best of all, it had a sharp, rigid side that would cut your hand open if you were stupid enough to rub against it…
Allen brought his leg up, the one with the dragon's tail still tightly around it, and kicked as hard as he could towards the rock—and all who had ever seen Allen kick or punch anything knew, it was very hard to stop. A deafening screech was heard from behind him, and the restraints on his leg loosened.
A quickly as his reflexes would allow, Allen jumped out of the dragon's grasp and flew up onto the furthest rock his now slightly-bloodied leg would allow him to jump to, which was about ten feet away.
With his elbows bent to help him with balance, he once again took the least amount of time he could to survey the territory. About one hundred feet away he saw a glimmer of gold surrounded by pale bronze… eggs. You're objective is to collect the golden egg! well… maybe this wouldn't be so difficult…
Let's see… one hundred meters, with his leg, Allen could jump about ten meters and loose only a little bit of distance if he jumped too far or landed too hard, which would affect the rest of his movements as well. However, he also had the dragon to deal with, and while he had no real means of defense against it, he could dodge. So without going in a strait line, but rather in random directions, but in the general direction, Allen could make it within a minute at the longest, but given the dragon would catch on fairly quickly (never underestimate your enemies' intelligence without repeated reason, it'll be the death of you) but that, he would worry about later (so much for not underestimating your opponent…)
Allen jumped back, avoiding yet another lunge, but this time, he managed to glimpse it's eyes. They were wide with hate, he was an insect (how very rude), a nuisance it wanted to send away (didn't everyone want to get rid of him?), a little pest he longed to squash (this dragon suddenly seemed like Kanda… hehe, Kanda-dragon... now that was something to think about…), unfortunately, Allen did not agree with it.
He smirked at it.
The cat-like slit of a pupil widened again in rage. That little bug was mocking the great dragon.
Unacceptable!
The dragon roared in pure anger and went on a rampage, crashing into rocks and sending rubble flying everywhere. Allen broke out smiling, that little trick had worked better than he thought it would, the dragon wasn't thinking properly anymore, it would hardly notice him sneaking across the arena in all the chaos, and if it couldn't see him, it wouldn't breathe fire in fear of hitting its eggs.
Ninety feet.
Fifty feet.
Thirty-five.
Twenty.
Ten.
(That was when the dragon noticed him.)
Five
Oh my, they could really fly when they wanted to, couldn't they?
Four
(Oh ---- that's not good…)
Three
(So here I am, sailing through the air, just WAITING for a dragon to catch me...)
Two
(Why am I even counting the feet left?)
GOT IT.
The dragon was on him, over him, it's mouth was wide open. He saw flames. Lots and lots of flames.
One thought:
Activate, Crowned Clown!
A paper-thin white cape surrounded him, just before the flames did.
000
Lavi hadn't stopped grinning a moment after Allen had broken the dragon's grip on his leg. The only time afterwards he had been remotely worried had been when the dragon had opened its mouth to breathe fire. Lavi had experience with fire, in a very different way, yes, but none-the-less, experience.
But Allen had Crowned Clown, so none of the exorcists were very worried (except for Kanda, but Lavi was amazed he had even shown up for the match), though he had heard a small squeaking noise out of Miranda and Lenalee had been looking uncomfortable ever sense he had entered the arena, though that was kind of expected. She was always worried about her friends.
Unfortunately, the wizards didn't have the exorcist's knowingness of the white-haired boy.
"Oh my!" Hermione gasped as the flames covered up all view of Allen. Even Ron, who ever since the first dragon had been shown, had been standing beside Hermione, mouthing seamlessly 'Harry' and words of assurance.
Harry was watching beside them, he and Ron had made a fast apology, while Hermione had burst into tears and called them both stupid idiots. Lavi had been forced to refrain from saying '' to their faces.
Harry automatically called Allen's name, when a little golden golem flew to Lenalee.
"Tim!"
"What is that?"
"A snitch?"
"What's a snitch? It's called a golem."
"Tim, is Allen okay?"
The little golden ball (Timcanpy) nodded, or rather, bobbed its reply, and turned back to the stadium, everyone else turning with it. About then, dragon had successfully been stunned and the flame disappeared. Nothing was there.
Lavi scanned the arena (what he could see of it), and suddenly snickered.
"Normally I wouldn't give points for clichés, but I'll make an exception for this one… "
000
Allen was brilliant, he knew it too. Who else would've thought to hide in a ditch? Honestly, that trick was being used (and had been used) so often it was almost getting boring! But really… it wasn't such a bad idea sense Crowned Clown's cape had blocked most of the flames… and he didn't want to be questioned about what 'that paper stuff' was. Not the most fun question to answer if you wanted to stay out of an insane asylum (though he wondered if he would be right at home in one)… but he wasn't sure how he would be able to get out of it if someone noticed that there hadn't been a large crevice in the ground before the flames had started…
000
"You took a blast from a dragon full on, and the worst you get hurt is a bloody leg because you slammed it into a rock?," The three wizards shrieked when Allen came into the medical tent. Meanwhile, Lavi was laughing his head off in a corner and making little comments about how Allen would 'eventually become a permanent cripple' at the rate he was going.
The scores had been called out (Allen ended up with about ten points less than Harry given his leg… and Karkaroff decided to be mean) and they had been told what to do with the egg… And so, Allen didn't have much to do for a while except worry about something he had forgotten about in face of dragons…
The Akuma.