I don't own Fairy Tail. Mashima Does.
I don't own the Pradesh Clan. Desna does (and thank you for them).
I own the Storyline. That's it.
Don't ask when I'm going to upload. I don't know. when the whim hits me, or I get enough extra written.
I hadn't planned on double posting tonight, but I truly have been working on this fight scene for going on two days now. if I don't post it, I'll keep going "maybe change this" more and more and it'll never get out there...so...
*throws hands in the air* bonzai! welcome to my crappy fight scene writing!
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Zen stared at the woman, now he understood why Vander had been so choked up. She'd wanted to find a way to heal everyone's pain, most likely even his own so early so she'd fought in the only way she'd known, she'd fought against his magic, the pull of it with her own willpower so he wouldn't be trapped and chained to her without them knowing each other. His respect for Lucy skyrocketed, but he felt the ache in his chest as well, feeling the losses that she went through. She couldn't lie right now, none of them could, simply because he was there.
He wanted his mate to find peace with this blonde, but he wasn't sure there was peace. He could sense darkness just curling off her in waves, darker than a moonless night. The archangel was thinking of ways to restrain her, to hopefully get her back to his brothers, they helped Natsu, they should be able to help her.
The woman let out a wail, "Then why did everyone I love get taken away?! Why did my best friend treat me like he did?! Why was the only way to protect someone I loved to cut a string of fate?! Tell me, Loke! Why!?"
"I…I don't know, Princess," The Lion spirit flinched at her look, taking in that she was literally being torn apart. They'd not interfered until now, because it looked like things would be fine…but then they felt a darkness, the same darkness that had made them think Zen had been killed.
"Then kill me! Kill me before I'm forced to kill him, Loke!"
"I.."
The blonde snarled as she stood there, "If you care about me! If you love me, fucking kill me, Loke! Now! Before-" her voice caught in her throat, words strangled and her eyes seemed to go blank, the 'stars' in them just going out and the dust in the room starting to kick up more around them.
"no! Lucy! Fight them!" The Lion spirit pleaded as he a look of heartbreak came over his face and he watched her feet shift. He charged up his hands with light, voice cracking, "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, Lucy…we should have stopped you from doing this…."
Arman watched as her body seemed to move without her consent, twisting forward and then spinning. He watched her leg connect with Loke's body and throw him to the side, the Spirit not able to do more than gasp as he was sent flying, back arching as he hit the desk in the room and it slid back, slamming into the wall before the Lion disappeared in a shower of golden dust.
Lucy was then moving towards Zen, leg kicking out and being blocked, but his son slid back several feet. He couldn't believe the power at this point, he could feel it, but he could also feel the five voices that were overwhelming the woman's mind, speaking almost as one voice.
'Hunt him! Take him down!'
Lucy let out a scream as she drove forward, magic swirling over her and one of the tattoos growing until glowing aqua scales covered her body and she was lunging with claws. The glowed and glinted, some from within, some from the lights of the room and she looked almost like a fallen avenging angel.
Arman wondered if the woman was actually blocking her own celestial magic, it was obvious that she wasn't fully in control and he'd heard quite often how she valued her spirits. If she could literally block them, she was protecting them through this darkness.
Lucy's body twisted as Zen's wings snapped around, protecting him and the razor edges caught the scales, a few of them tearing off with blood flying, mixing with tears that fell to the ground. He was so torn, his son's life was in possible danger, but he'd never seen such a beautiful sight.
She lunged in again, claws raking along one of the wings, sparks seeming to fly in the air at the contact as well as blood and a few feathers were torn out, broken and stripped from the action. The woman's chest was panting as she leapt backwards, landing in a crouch and growling as her teeth pulled back, revealing fangs.
'find the weakness! Now!"
Zen didn't want to actually hurt his mate's friend; he didn't want to feel that anguish, not on top of the guilt she now felt. He blocked what he could, but his wings moved on their own, this was not a fight he was going to be able to control them in and he didn't want to just roll over for the woman, but he couldn't bring too much damage to her.
He was trying to get a good lead on Lucy, but she was moving around so fast, he couldn't concentrate on anything but her. A flash of blonde, pale skin, aqua shimmer and he felt claws skittering up his back, beads of blood curling out of the fine cuts before he turned, sword swinging in an arch.
Lucy rolled to her feet, the aqua curling over her being replaced with copper ones and her eyes glowed at points within the dark abyss that had taken over the sockets. It was like looking into a picture of one of the galaxies out in space. She lunged in again, a hand brought up as the sword came down and there was a pulse of power before it shattered and Zen staggered backwards. He watched as her slender clawed hands curled around the metal and it just broke apart like compressed clay.
Zen knew he had to focus, his mind blocking out everything but the smell that surrounded the obviously insane Celestial Mage. He understood that there weren't any other archangels any more, but why would the celestial realm sacrifice Lucy? Why would her friends and family push her to think she was weak even though right now, he was struggling with her. He let out a grunt as requipped another weapon, a dagger this time, she wanted to be in close, he was going to use a weapon that would work to his advantage and he spun, the blade flashing in the dim lights to dance across skin and scale alike, only to hiss as the fine, sharp pain of those claws skitter up his legs. His mind was slowly being drug back into the Gladiator Pits, the world around him melting away.
It was a delay, the sound of the ripping cloth and he was panting. Never before had he wished that he could control his wings. After the third set of skittering claw lashes, they were moving out, blocking them as best they could. Blood flew as the woman dove in, twisting and avoiding the razor sharp edges as best she could…and claws raking over them as she passed, dealing as much damage as she could.
Zen needed to stop this and fast, it was getting out of hand, he couldn't focus, all he could hear was the screaming crowd from Skysreach. He could barely see as dust seemed to swirl around him, limiting his sight. He tried to listen for the movements and was swinging, free hand moving to attempt to grab the hand before it touched him; the result was fingers over soft skin and an insane, soft giggle in his ear right before he had to let go as the scales turned black and red heat flaring through his hand, causing him to hiss in pain.
She laughed, a bloodthirsty sound, as she dove in again, the dagger slicing through her hair and leaving a trail along her cheek that had a few splatters of blood flying into the floor near Arman's feet. The Ambassador had never seen such a fight and he couldn't look away. This was something that needed to be watched, if only to explain what happened if things went badly.
Zen's frustration got the better of him as his wings snapped out, feathers going everywhere and it was in that split second that he remembered his father. "NO!"
Lucy could feel the dragon in her head calming as the fight continued and when it finally calmed, she let out a sound as feathers went everywhere. Her mind seeing everything in slower time thanks to Raijinryū's influence and she moved her body with a small tap of the power he'd given her, the scales on her body turning a bright white-yellow. Lightning coursed through her as she dove. A small part of her knew that Arman getting hurt would not be good, not for any one, the small sliver of her good heart winning out over the voices to save the man.
She couldn't help the scream of pain as she felt the feather in her back, but as she tackled the ambassador, she knew it was worth it, especially when the dragons went silent in her head.
Zen panted and gasped, having seen nothing but a golden blur and then he turned. He saw the blood and let out a mental yell as the scales on Lucy's body just faded, along with the strange markings, leaving…bloody renditions of them littered across her skin. 'KALEB! GET CRIS HERE NOW!'
"Dad?! Dad!?" Zen cried as he hovered, not wanting to actually touch the woman's body, but he carefully lifted her and then blinked as he saw that although the man was panting and stunned, he was unharmed. "…she…"
Arman lay there, panting and gasping for a moment, "yes…she did. Without a thought." He slowly sat up, "don't move her much." The man looked down, frowning when he saw five keys on the floor and the scooped them up, they could be dealt with later, but saving the woman that saved his life? That was far more important.
"I…didn't mean to…I was just.." Zen shook his head, "Getting so frustrated. It looked like killing her was the only option and…"
"I'll help stabilize her," A smooth voice came as flames licked around in a circle. Ankaa carefully took the woman, moving gently as he started to push his abilities, healing what he could and soothing away what he could.
Arman gave his son a tight hug when Lucy was laid out on one of the couches, the feather still in her back. "shh, it's fine." Arman slowly let his hand smooth back his son's hair, "she'll be fine, they'll heal her. She won't die." He hoped anyway, he didn't want to say it and then have that dark ending come.
"we'll make sure of it," Ankaa said, looking over his shoulder as flames very carefully rolled over the woman's body.