Author's note: While I do not own Fairy Tail, I do own the OC and any techniques they use. To the rest of you: Use your own imagination. Don't you dare steal from mine.
You have been warned.
Chapter 12
Lyon vs. Glacia
So far, Quatro Puppy was decimated; Mermaid Heel and Lamia Scale both lost two members; Sabertooth and Blue Pegasus had their members intact; and Team Fairy Tail began to move.
But Lyon had no interest in statistics at the moment. Right now, he was more focused on finding the two people he wanted to fight: his rival Gray—though he was in a battle of his own right now, so he'd have to wait—and—
"Glacia Patin, where the hell are you?" Lyon bellowed.
Footsteps could be heard behind him. "You realize you're practically asking to be defeated?"
Lyon glared at the Shadow Dragon. "I don't have any business with you. Glacia's my real opponent."
"And my business—"
"AHA!" The two mages turned around to see Gajeel skidding to a halt behind Lyon. "Two birds in one stone, eh?"
"—is with him," Rogue said with indifference.
Lyon glanced between the two and realized he was caught in the middle. He deduced that if he were to go against the two of them, then he wouldn't have a chance to fight Glacia. That is, until a small pillar of black, gold, and white on top of the building near them caught his attention.
Glacia.
How could he have been blind to not see that she was right above him?
Smirking, Lyon put his hands together. "By all means. You can have Gajeel—"
"Oi, don't you dare back out of this!" Gajeel yelled at Lyon.
"As long as you don't come between me and Glacia! Ice-Make: Vulture!"
A large vulture made of ice appeared before Lyon, who promptly got on it before taking to the skies.
"'As long as you don't come between me and Glacia!'"
Something about those words had shaken him. Rogue knew enough to understand that Lyon wanted to fight Glacia...but why did it feel like there was another meaning behind those words?
Focus. Slapping himself mentally, he redirected his attention on the Dragon Slayer before him.
"Secret Dragon Slayer Technique." Though the voice was small, Gajeel and Rogue could still hear the Ice Dragon Slayer. Glacia opened her eyes, blue spotted with white: eyes that resembled a snowstorm on a dark night. "Primordial Winter!"
Clouds had gathered above the city of Crocus. A large blue magic circle appeared in the sky, and snow began to fall with great force.
Gajeel rubbed his hands. "Eesh, why'd the brat have to make it freezing?"
"Pay attention!" The Iron Dragon Slayer turned around in time to dodge a punch from his opponent.
Glacia held out her hand, watching individual snowflakes fall quickly into her palm. "That's better."
"Glacia Patin!" The said Dragon Slayer jumped out of the way as Lyon's ice vulture lunged for her.
The Ice-Make wizard got off of his creation, shattering as its creator had other plans.
"It was the third day when I swore I would defeat you," Lyon said as snowflakes fluttered past them. "Because surpassing you...proves that I can surpass Gray!" he declared as he positioned himself. "Ice-Make: Snow Dragon!"
While he did that, Glacia's cloak vanished as a gauntlet took its place on her arm. And on it, individual crystals placed in a straight line along the gauntlet.
Ammunition Lacrima and Requip? Lyon thought as his ice dragon charged towards the Ice Dragon Slayer. This made him smirk. How fitting.
Glacia's right arm took the form of a bazooka. As if the ice-sculpted dragon were an insect, she took aim and let loose her weapon arm. Multiple shots attacked Lyon's creation at once, shattering it into pieces as the Lacrimas pierced through.
"The weapon arm from before, huh?" Lyon put his hands together. "Ice Make: Stampede!"
His magic seal burst to life in front of him, different varieties of animals charging towards Glacia.
Glacia put her own hands in a complex position. "Ice-Make: Prison!"
"You too?" Lyon cried as an ice cage trapped his animals. "You can use Ice-Make?"
"Is Molding Magic really that rare?" Glacia asked as she reached a hand into the cage and broke off an ox's horn, eating the ice. "Of course I do. But first, let's take this battle elsewhere."
"Are you running away?" Lyon challenged.
"No," she said. "I just don't want to destroy someone's home."
The silver-haired mage glanced down at the roof they stood on. "Good point."
With that said, Glacia jumped off the edge. "Ice Dragon's Flight: North Wind!"
Lyon ran to the edge, where he could see Glacia soaring through the air at high speed. Snow was thrown into the air as she hovered over the roads.
"So you wanna fly? Ice-Make: Wings!" A set of wings formed on Lyon's back as he took off after Glacia.
The Ice-Make mage dived in midair, hovering over the lake in his pursuit. Lyon dipped a hand into the water, sending sprays into the air.
"Ice-Make: Narwhal!"
The ice narwhal leapt into the air, driving its tusk through Glacia's back.
"Got her!" Lyon gloated.
But then she dissipated into snow. Small ice crystals fell into the lake as Lyon flew back to land, ice wings shattering as he touched the snow covered road.
"Glacia!"
On the lamp post above him, snow began to swirl around in a vortex. It eventually took shape and Glacia appeared, perfectly balanced on top.
"Snow body, huh?"
"Teleport," she said, jumping down.
"Ice Dragon, Ice-Make, I take it you're proficient in Ice Magic?" he asked.
"Bingo."
"Ice-Make: Ape!" The frozen primate lumbered towards her.
"Ice Dragon's Crushing Claw!" Glacia swiped her hand in a clawing motion, shattering the ice to pieces before she grabbed one, chewing it like it was gum.
This is no good, Lyon thought. I'm only giving her fuel for her magic. He clenched his hands. But...I'm not going down now. "Ice-Make—"
An explosion to their right—or Lyon's left—caught their attention, putting their battle on temporary standby. Gajeel and Rogue were currently head-to-head with each other.
"Like hell that'll knock me out! Eat this: Iron Dragon's Restraints!"
Rogue moved out of the way to avoid the metal restraints, only for them to pin another to a brick wall.
"I was aiming for him, but since you're a Dragon Slayer—and my enemy—who the hell cares!" Gajeel ran past his opponent and rushed towards his new one—Ice Dragon Glacia.
"Hey, she's my opponent!" Lyon yelled. "Ice-Make: Rampart!"
"Iron Dragon's Club!" Gajeel thrust his club arm against the ice, shattering the obstacle that kept him from his target.
Glacia began to struggle against her bonds, hoping that they had just been built for a grown person. Nope. They adjusted to the captive's size.
Gajeel had his club arm ready. Taking a deep breath, Glacia closed her eyes as she pulled her arms forward against the restraints.
SNAP!
BOOM!
Lyon and Rogue could only gape at what happened, but Gajeel was utterly shocked.
Glacia managed to free herself of Gajeel's restraints...but at the price of her arms.
Two thuds were heard, and Glacia's arms were on the ground. From the elbow down, her forearms had been yanked off.
"Your arms!" Gajeel yelled, pulling his arm out of the wall. "Why the hell would you do that to your own arms?"
"Yeah, I get it," Glacia said, moving what remained of her arms. "No...sane person...would ever do...this...even though it's painful...pft..."
Lyon couldn't even understand how she could laugh at a time like this. Glacia looked up, a devious look on her face. "Just kidding."
"I suppose since I'm already like this, there's no use hiding it anymore." Snow swirled around her elbows, growing in length as she stood up. The vortexes moved up her arm, leaving behind skin and bones when there should have been nothing.
"No way," Lyon said.
"Yes way." The snow spirals disappeared. Where there should have been bloody stumps, instead there were perfectly formed arms, hands flexing and elbows bending. It wasn't ice—not even snow—but solid flesh and bone. Glacia's arms had regenerated themselves. "Old wounds are healed. There's no going back."
"How did you...?" But Gajeel was too shocked by this new revelation to speak.
"You have a friend with an intangible water body and this surprises you?" she asked, referring to Juvia.
What the hell is this kid? Gajeel thought.
"Don't tell me you've already forgotten," Glacia said, removing her mask. "I'm the Ice Dragon Slayer. Ice Dragon's Restraints."
Beside him, Glacia's former hands, which were actually made of ice, scuttled towards Gajeel's feet, only for the latter to jump out of the way.
"I'm your opponent!" Lyon yelled. "Ice-Make: Mammoth!"
"Ice Dragon's Shattering Whip!" Her left arm became long and skinny, with ice blades lining the rope of the "whip". The mammoth shattered when the whip came into contact with it.
"Another new technique?"
A three year old Glacia stood out in the courtyard with her mother— Arcticana—who had been teaching her daughter how to ice skate. First try, and she was already a pro.
Glacia Patin.
Arcticana smiled to herself, remembering how she had chosen her daughter's name. Glacia after the beautiful ice formations near her castle, Patin...how many times had she watched humans dancing on ice?
"Hello? Mom?" Glacia waved her tiny arms in front of the dragon. "Mom?"
"Oops." Arcticana stretched her wings. "Anyways, yes, a new attack."
"What is it?"
"...I don't know."
"...huh?" Glacia stopped skating. "If you don't know, then how do I learn it?"
"You didn't let me finish. We won't be teaching you—" Arcticana brought herself down to meet her daughter. "—because you'll be teaching yourself this time."
"But I don't—!"
"The Ice Dragon is always artistic," the dragon said. "Do you know what that means?"
Glacia thought long and hard about it. "No," she answered.
Arcticana scratched a pentagram into the ice. "When all else fails, we improvise."
We're always creating, Arcticana had said to her. We can have an endless list of spells and still give birth to another.
If it could do that to ice, Lyon thought, i—
"Imagine what it could do to a person," Glacia finished, drawing her whip arm back.
Lyon almost stumbled in shock. Did she—?
"Read my thoughts?" Glacia said as her whip arm came back for another strike.
She did! Lyon thought as he jumped to avoid the whip. The bladed ice whip ended up scratching Gajeel's iron.
"Oi, brat! Make up your mind! Who are you going to fight with, him or—"
"Shadow Dragon's Fang!"
"Iron Dragon's Sword!" Gajeel blocked the attack in time for him to see a white light coming towards him.
Him, too? He thought angrily as he dodged the White Dragon Slayer's Punch.
"Water Slicer!" Glacia saw water blades moving her way.
Glacia crossed her arms. "Ice Dragon's Shield!" Her arms became a large shield, blocking the attacks from the rain woman.
"Juvia-chan!" Lyon cried in shock, spots of red on his cheeks.
"Great timing, Juvia!" Gajeel yelled from his battle while throwing the White Dragon Slayer towards his partner. "Help me with the two idiots over here!"
"Hey!" Sting roared indignantly.
"Juvia cannot, for Juvia is supposed to fight Lyon." The rain woman faced the Ice-Make mage who fell in love with her after their return from Tenrou Island. "Only a dragon can master a dragon, and Juvia is not."
"To hell with that!" Gajeel screamed.
Suddenly, Glacia was pushed back by a water attack that caught her off guard. By the time she touched the ground, a large water dome surrounded the area, with Lyon and Juvia inside.
"Juvia, what are you—"
"Juvia is your opponent now, Lyon," she said.
"But my opponent was—"
"If Lyon defeats Juvia, then Juvia will not stop you from battling Glacia."
"Quit complaining, Vastia." Glacia dusted her skirt with her hands. "To be honest, your fight with your would-be girlfriend is more interesting at the moment."
"Would-be?" Lyon yelled as outside, Gajeel laughed. As she turned her back to the water dome, the Ice-Make mage called out to her. "Patin!"
"By the time I finish this battle, you'd better fight with me!"
"Likewise, Vastia."
Another metallic laugh escaped the Iron Dragon Slayer. "You know what? You're not bad at all, brat."
"Oi, are we battling or what?" Sting yelled.
"Only if you're ready to have your ass handed to you on a silver platter again, Blondie!" Gajeel shouted.
"You do realize there's a minor right next to you?" Rogue said.
"Yeah, a seventeen year old minor. Kid, are you joining me or what?"
"'Only a dragon can master a dragon', huh?" Glacia moved away from the water dome. "Your team mate's smarter in more ways than one." She flexed her left hand. "You're asking me that after you forced me to break my arms?"
"Hey, they grew back, didn't they, twerp?"
"I only have one thing to say." Glacia stretched her left hand. "Even if I join this battle, I wouldn't consider you an ally. All of you are my opponents. Don't expect me to help you out every time, Gajeel."
Gajeel chuckled. "Same goes here. As soon as I'm through with the Saber kittens, I'm going straight for you."
"It appears that an odd deal has been struck," Yajima's voice said.
"This is getting exciting, pumpkin!" Mato cried.
"Indeed. Fairy and Mermaid have joined together temporarily against Sabertooth," Chapati announced. "But in the end, only one team can stand victorious! Who will win? Black Steel Gajeel, Tiamat Glacia, or the Twin Dragons? Four Dragons have now entered the battlefield!"
The stakes have been set! With their pride as mages, four Dragons take to the endless sky!
Next chapter: Advent of Tiamat!
