Chapter 14 - Rematch
"Alright guys, this was fun," slightly, but not really, "but there are your shares and I'm going ho-"
"Don't you walk away from me!" Benjin turned back, seeing the girl's face contorting in anger. Really, as a professional team leader of mages, he really should be staying to hear her feedback considering it would probably be helpful.
"…"
Yeah, FUCK that! Without hesitation, Benjin took off into an impossible sprint and disappeared into the distance.
"GET BACK HERE!" Yet somehow, the furious white-haired girl dropped her box and followed his example in pursuit.
Confused silence, then the sounds of a box opening.
"THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND JEWELS?!" As soon as Gray screamed that out, everyone else began opening their own boxes, finding the same amount.
"This is like five times more than what I was expecting!"
"Indeed, it is a plentiful reward!"
"WHAT?! There's only 200,000J in here!" All except Natsu. "Wait, there's a note!" The dragon slayer grabbed the piece of paper with a smiley face drawn on the front.
You still owe me 25,000J for setting the guildhall on fire. Thanks for that again, dumbass.
Also, reparations for hurting my dragon and idiot tax, motherfucker.
- Benjin :)
"AUGH! FUCKING BITCH!" Instantly, a gauntleted hand smacked Natsu straight into the ground, courtesy of Erza.
"No swearing!"
Instead of going home like he said, he instead went straight to the guild. Why? After the mission, he was feeling more confident, way more confident. I'm so much better at using divinity that I could probably KICK Gildarts' ass. Okay, perhaps not, but everyone else's? Damn right I can!
"-get BACK HERE!" The voice from the distance suddenly made him pick up the pace; he knew if he were to be caught, then he might as well drill his head with a giant pillar.
The blonde accelerated, running faster and faster with magic-enhanced leaps until he finally made it to doors of the guild. Heh, Laxus is back… perfect.
Benjin smiled surreptitiously as he saw the elder blonde's aura. Sure, he lost their bout last time because he completely choked! BUT there would be zero choking now!
With a push, Benjin forced the double doors open and landed his gaze right on the upper floor.
"Hey Prick!" Regardless of what the lightning user was doing before, Benjin now had his attention. "You," The light mage pointed at his target, then back to himself, "me, the Magnolia forest! It's time I even up the score!" You better fight me- oh god I sound like Natsu… Maybe I should use the 'Dreyar' line. Actually, he was feeling nice, so no doing that today.
"I don't feel like using my personal sandbag today, feel free to come up though!" The junior blonde felt the happiness from being over 500,000J richer fade. PERSONAL SAND- ok calm down, you don't need to do this to yourself. You know what? Maybe he should prepare a bit, just to make sure he completely decimates the fucker.
Wait. Benjin's face scrunched up - only S-Class mages can access the second floor. Oh, you sneaky shitter!
"Oh yeah?! I'll drag you down here to me!" Just as he was about to cast his favourite spell, something small and fast barreled straight into his back.
?!
*Thud*
The blonde felt his body make contact with the wooden floor, and it feels much heavier than… wait. Good gods, not her!
"I hate you!" Seriously? Does she know what 'fucking off' means? Bloody hell, ONE Natsu was already enough! Wai- Ow! Why am I still being whacked?! Benjin could do nothing but desperately try to shake her off as fist after fist made its way onto him. Thankfully, in the corner of his eyes, Benjin saw an astonishingly-snazzy Elfman with a drink in his hand. Did his suit just upgrade?
"Elf *Thud* -man!" Said boy snapped to attention, glancing Benjin's way. "Get- *Whack* her off of me!"
"Uh… yeah, sure!" Elfman, who was physically larger than Mirajane, nervously tip-toed over as he wrapped his hands around his sister's waist, lifting her straight up.
Alright, it was time to get up and probably go home and take a nap. There was certainly enough excitement for the day, and frankly somebody needs one too.
Dusting himself off, Benjin turned to face the struggling girl that was trying desperately to get out of Elfman's grip. Yikes- Poor him. The suffering boy's face was being pushed in ways faces aren't meant to be pushed.
I'm just going to say one last thing before going home.
Benjin marched up to Mirajane, who glared back in return.
"…You seriously need to calm your non-existent tits." Little did he know that what he said was the worst possible thing to say.
"ELFMAN, PUT ME DOWN NOW!" Benjin flinched back from the sheer ferocity being shown to him. Okay~ I think it's time for me to go home!
"Piss-eyes!" The blonde turned one final time, meeting Laxus's prick grin before making his escape. "Didn't know you had a thing for gorillas!" Benjin widened his eyes, turning his attention to said 'gorilla,' who was just about to escape her brother's grip.
And I'm outta here!
Benjin smartly ran out of the door, quickly bolted towards his treehouse, all while ignoring the angry wailing trailing behind him… not before giving Laxus the finger of course.
Hah! There was no way I would forget something so important!
After managing to lose the most stubborn girl in existence - god I hope she doesn't find out where I live… - Benjin decided to sit down at the table beside his bed. Why? Quite literally to figure out ways to counter King Prick. Really, he shouldn't be this obsessed, but he had enough of that asshole calling him 'loser' every fucking day!
Anyways, how to start?
It was easy to conclude that Laxus still had the power advantage, at least in pure volume in magic - plus, he was physically stronger than him. Benjin was pretty sure he had that guy beat in terms of battle planning; however, his only physical advantage would be his magic itself. He could likely even out the power level between them with constant use of divinity… hmm, but I'll probably lose in a battle of attrition.
All out rush maybe? Laxus still probably thinks he was a long-range strategic fighter. If he were to use his guardian spell, enhanced with divinity right away… Benjin smiled confidently. Then, he could probably nail him before he knew what was coming!
Genius!
Of course, it's not like sparky is capable of strategizing, right?
Augh… I HATE commuting.
Really, the last eight months were pretty routine. Natsu was still an idiot, Jellal was being a cunt - although a bit emo nowadays, wonder what's that about? - and Laxus was proving his prickness over and over. Not only that, he completed 4 maybe 5 A-Class missions? Some pretty big ones too; even with all guild royalties and damage payments he was able to save over 2,000,000J! And the upgrades to my treehouse are absolutely spectacular!
Really, it's so annoying that he couldn't build an airfield on top of a tree. Honestly, it took over three hours just to get to the closest one. Freaking terrible is what that is.
Absentmindedly, Benjin heard a whirring sound from the sky. Looking up, he saw a puffy airship with the familiar ankh symbol. Hmm, must be one of their shipping vessels. If he guessed correctly, then the council ships came in about once a month to Hargeon due to some council stuff. Not only that, but it was the only place you could go that's even remotely close to actually rent an airship.
Note to self… don't take a mission to the other end of the country ever again.
Wait! What if he built his own private airfield? He could prop one up beside the guild and he could go anywhere he wanted by just walking out of his house! Wait, how much would that cost though? The simple question repeated itself in his head.
"…"
Mayyybe in the future, considering the smallest airship is already too expensive for him. Sighing, Benjin begrudgingly stepped onto the train to make his way back to the guild.
If anything, at least I got some ASS-kicking to look forward too!
As soon as Benjin entered the guildhall, he only had one target. Someone who had 2-0'd him in their previous fights - not happy about that by the way - and has either refused his challenge due to some dumb reason or was simply not around.
"Hey Knuckleheads!" Nearly everyone turned. "Where's the prick?!" Benjin looked towards the kid corner and noticed that the only two people there were Cana and Levy. Huh? Usually, we have at least five people during the afternoon. Regardless, he wasn't here for the nerds, he was here to fight.
"Oh, you mean Laxus?" Inwardly, Benjin smirked at the elder man wearing sunglasses indoors.
"Yep, where's the douche?"
The man took a slow sip of his drink, lasting easily ten seconds, before pointing back towards the door. "He went out to Magnolia forest to train." Really? Perfect timing then, that's a fighting mood if he ever knew one. "You just missed him."
Hmm, that means he hasn't started yet. Benjin smiled diabolically, thinking of the ways to goad one of his rivals into a battle. Oh, before I forgot!
"Thanks Wan!" With that, the blonde rushed straight towards the city exit, bent on rectifying his all-loss record.
There was no rush of course. It was perhaps only a ten to twenty-minute walk to where he needed to be; it wasn't like it was possible for him to get lost. Even though there's like five sections to the forest he could easily just find Laxus through his aura.
Hmm, the town is REALLY empty today for some reason.
Maybe it's one of the festivals? No wait, it's Spring and one's in Winter while the other is in Summer… as far as he was concerned anyway. Was everyone on a mission or something? What if there was something important he was supposed to attend and he didn't even know it!
Benjin shook his head, letting his thoughts travel elsewhere.
I wonder what's Drajin up to?
True enough, that dragon has been growing pretty damned fast lately. Most people don't even let Benjin bring him indoors and many of the townspeople actually get really uneasy when he's walking down the streets.
Eh, he's probably just chilling in the nearby forests as per usual.
Wait. Laxus is there too! A scowl found its way onto the blonde's face as he quickened his pace.
I swear if he does ANYTHING to Drajin that pole already up in his ass will gain a friend!
There he is!
Drajin that is; thankfully, the blonde ass- wait I'm blond! - the just asshole is more than half a city's distance away, allowing him to sigh in relief. Come on, there's no need to worry, dragons are on the top of the food chain and that bastard knows better!
"Hey bud!" Approaching the sleeping dragon, the blonde nonchalantly placed a hand on his head, his much-bigger head. It's only been eight months and he's more than TRIPLED in size. Benjin put his finger to his chain. Huh, what if it was because Drajin got big enough to actually hunt by himself? Back then, he had to feed him for the most part… well, it's not like there are OTHER dragons that can tell me.
Okay, why wasn't Drajin waking up? It couldn't have been some sort of hibernation, could it? Then again, I know nothing about dragon biology. Studying the dragon's sleeping form, he noted the many spikes on him that definitely weren't there before.
Now that I look at him, I think he might be big enough to ride!
The blonde couldn't help but let a big smile on his face. I can't believe I never thought of this! When Drajin becomes fully grown, he could LITERALLY ride a dragon into battle! That is the most badass thing possible! He would be the first, possibly EVER, to ride a FRIGGIN' DRAGON.
"Aww, is the loser trying to ride his little dragon?" What?! How did he get here! Benjin looked towards the source of the voice, then instantly narrowed his eyes at the ever-present smirk of an arrogant grandson.
"Where did you come from?!" Wait, did he just say ride? The younger blonde looked down, seeing that he was indeed sitting on Drajin, who let out a soft snore in response. Daw- wait no! Benjin instantly jumped off, eliciting a mocking laugh from the other. God this is so embarrassing.
"You're pretty lucky, you've been inching to get beat up these past few months, haven't you?" Laxus crossed his arms arrogantly, deepening Benjin's irritation. Grr… "I was getting some training in, but I sensed you entering the forest… and I thought, why not humour the loser?"
God, he makes me so fucking mad!
Benjin cleared the distance between the two in an instant, throwing a fist that was easily blocked by the larger blonde. His expression of anger then morphed into an anxious smile. "YOU'RE ON!" The two boys began saturating the area with magical pressure, a look of thrill and anticipation present on the fighters.
The light mage whiffed his head as far back as he could, a lightning-charged fist wheezing just by the hairs on his chin. Shit that was too close! Snapping his head back, Benjin gave Laxus a defiant stare as he wrenched his hand free and delivered a crescent kick, aimed at his head.
*Whack!*
Of course, such a telegraphed attack wouldn't be able to get through his defenses. But this will! The familiar feeling of divinity entered his fist, generating an otherworldly glow.
*Bam!* Laxus tried to block the attack, only to widen his eyes as sheer force forced him back. His face… he's starting to get serious. Barely seconds passed as the two-shot back at each other; trading blows, kicks, punches, and all types of maneuvers in an attempt to gain an advantage over the over. That is… until they were locked in a two-handed grip-fest.
The light mage gritted his teeth in effort. This was a shit idea! Laxus was noticeably physically stronger than him; he should have been wary of that when he angrily charged in at him! Still, he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" The elder blonde began overpowering Benjin, confusion beginning to enter his expression as Benjin's aura spiked.
"Oh nothing, just psychic casting BITCH!" In an instant, a magic circle appeared underneath Laxus, one that was reminiscent of their previous battle. Smite!
Laxus, by no means, had slow reflexes. Even with ample time to spark away, he simply couldn't. That was the result of his counters. He had realized in one of his 'secret' observations that any sort of foreign magic forced Laxus out of his spell. And if he can't lightning body? There's no escape!
"AUUUGH!" A familiar pillar of brilliant gold, greater in magnitude than before, enveloped the lightning user, covering him with burns. The younger blonde's face scrunched, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him. Wait… With no warning, his opponent's grip seemingly tripled in intensity. Benjin's spell died down, revealing the towering muscled form that defeated him once before. Tch, power-up already? If he's going to turn it up, then so will he!
"Ethereal Guardian!" A golden aura exploded from the younger blonde as his construct roared to life. Laxus was forced back as a fist the size of his body smashed at his location prior. Augh, so fast!
*Crash!*
Laxus, surrounded head to toe by an electric aura, was able to halt Benjin's momentum by a strike to the chest, cracking it where it contacted. The light mage wasted no time in counter-attacking, taking off to the air with surprising grace as he cast one of his top spells.
Chains!
Dozens of divine-boosted constructs shot towards Laxus from all over the area, with a single purpose. Restrain and destroy… and I got this in the bag! Now, Benjin had a pretty damned accurate estimate on how much magic Laxus could generate at this point in time. Even still, the blonde's heart skipped a beat as he widened his eyes.
What?!
Instead of the satisfying clinging sounds of chains wrapping together, Laxus's aura doubled in intensity, now being visible to even the untrained eye. The light mage halted his charge; instead, he put all his focus in tightening his spell. This… shouldn't be this hard! Something wasn't right. He was far better with his spell and they were enhanced with divine magic. Laxus should NOT be able to do anything! So WHY is he pushing me back?!
Beads of sweat were now falling down his chin. A slight panic emerging within him.
"RAAH!" An explosion of aura was followed by Laxus' resounding roar. Fuck! In response, Benjin was forced to drop his spell and clear some distance. …away from Drajin, obviously. He was sure to be careful that they were constantly moving further away from the sleeping dragon. The absolute last thing he wanted was to hit him accidentally.
So, what now?
Most if not all of his counters were void because of the unfair increase in power. Which meant now… he had to improvise. Benjin grinned as Laxus zoomed straight at him. I like improvising.
The moment Laxus came in contact with his spell, Benjin dropped it, causing the elder blonde to pass straight through. Gotcha! Benjin dropped from his original position, feeling all his magic coalescing into a single point on his fist. You're mine!
Caught. Looks like this isn't enough… Despite the failed attack, Benjin smiled in satisfaction as his opponent was forced into a crater.
But this will be!
From his fist to his leg, all the built-up power shifted from limb to limb, allowing Benjin to deliver a rotating heel kick straight into Laxus' exposed back.
Grunting, the larger blonde was shot back over a dozen meters before skidding to a stop. Not yet! Benjin wasn't letting off; he knew Laxus needed some time to recover after that. There was no way he could win in quantity, but he knew he can down him in skill.
"Light-Make: Rods!" Dozens upon dozens of rectangular constructs all came to life around Laxus. Try as he might, the rods were too numerous to dodge and too concentrated to overpower. A smile. And now… the finisher!
"Divine Wave!" A brilliant golden beam lined with white streaks struck Laxus full on. The deafening sounds of the spell completely masking anything else in the vicinity.
Did I get him?
"GRAH!" A fist suddenly found its way into Benjin's stomach. Completely and utterly, he was taken by surprise. With no warning, all his muscles violently contracted …oh god, the shock! Not only was Laxus a hard hitter, but all his attacks numb with his lightning. Benjin could do nothing as he was struck over and over again. Punched, kicked, kneed, and headbutted all the way across the clearing, blasting through multiple trees.
Thank god we're still moving further from Drajin… HOW is he sleeping through all this?!
Despite trying his best to cushion the blows, he still ended up in this position. He's still too strong, I HAVE to weaken him… somehow. Benjin stared at the clearing dust, focusing more magic to his eyes to get an accurate view of Laxus' current state. Frankly? He was satisfied with what he saw. Very much so. Even with the violent combo that Laxus delivered, the light mage could see that his upgraded solar wave was able to break right through his defenses and do some major damage.
Benjin painfully crawled out of the tree with a smug smile on his face. He moved his limbs, making sure nothing is broken. Grip. Regrip. Okay… hands are fine. This was the first major fight where he chose not to fight without his staff; in hindsight? Bad decision. If we weren't feeling the drain before? He was certainly feeling it now. Regardless of the power boost he got from his favourite - or rather only - weapon, casting spells with it easily doubled the efficiency. Sure, it was far harder to enhance any of his spells with divinity, but still.
A sound came from in front, causing Benjin to return to a fighting stance. Looks like it's round two.
"I see you've been training quite a bit," Laxus' form emerged from the settling dust cloud, revealing a bloodthirsty grin carrying genuine excitement, "too bad you're still going to lose." He flinched as all his muscles twitched in panic. Oh fuck! Within a blink of an eye, Laxus' aura increased again, all his abilities receiving yet another boost.
Seriously? How strong is he going to ge- What?! Benjin widened his eyes at the small detail present on his opponent. Scales. Genuine scales, like a snake, or perhaps… a dragon. The levels of power he was seeing was becoming damned scary. All of Laxus' aura was going completely nuts! Wait, that's it!
Benjin jumped back to clear some distance, all while zoning in with laser sharp focus on his opponent. A fluctuating aura meant lack of control. And with how crazy Laxus' was? Zero control. Whatever Laxus was trying to do or achieve, he had no idea how to do it properly. Which means despite his power… The blonde pumped magic into his legs, etching his skin with divinity… he's actually at his weakest.
"You can't scare me by raising your aura sparky!" A twitch, to Benjin's amusement. Heh, he falls for this so easily it's unreal! Benjin extended his hand, flexing his fingers with the universal sign of a challenge. "Now come on!"
As expected, Laxus shot towards him with a violent explosion, creating a crater at where he stood. Barely even a second later, the even larger blonde was now on him. Despite the faster speed and greater power the strikes were being delivered at, Benjin was able to counter every single one. The reason? Technique. Speed or not, there was no bloody way he would get hit by something so telegraphed.
At this point? Another smirk. He's fighting a far faster Natsu.
"Stay still!" The increasingly frustrated mage raised the ferocity of his attacks, forcing Benjin to actually maximize his efforts just to evade. Okay, this is getting REAL scary!
A slip-up. SHIT!
*BAM!* "AGHH!" The taste of blood. That fucking HURT!
A single one out of the hundreds Laxus delivered was all that's needed to break multiple ribs. Fortunately for him, that one strike knocked him high about the forest line, forcing Laxus to give chase with his trademarked lightning body.
Augh… Not gonna happen!
"Violent Sentinel!" Dozens of zig zagging lines materialized around the blonde, instantly converging towards the yellow blur that was rapidly approaching, forcing him to drop to the ground on contact. Okay think. Laxus has no control, but his speed cannot be evaded completely. What could he do? The ethereal guardian was out because he couldn't contest in power. Then he got it. Attrition. Whatever Laxus was doing, he probably shouldn't be doing it. Which meant, if he could stall long enough? He would tire himself out easily.
Benjin smirked, his confidence renewed from the makings of a new plan. Now, where did he go? With a small chain, Benjin tethered himself back down using a nearby tree. Don't let him get the drop on you. The blonde pumped even greater amounts of magic into his eyes. Don't let him surprise you. He looked in all directions but saw nothing. Think. Really, Laxus didn't have it in him to do a sneak attack, which could only mean… Benjin smiled in victory. He burnt himself out.
"Gah!" Wow. Benjin looked down at his hand as he coughed. That's a lot of blood… shit. It was two, maybe three strikes and he already felt like he was going to die. Despite everything he thought earlier, power wise… Laxus was a freaking monster.
Ah ha! Found him!
Benjin spotted the lightning user's aura about a hundred meters away from him. From what he could tell, he was stationary, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Wait, my spell ACTUALLY hit him? Ha! That was more to get him out of lightning body than anything. Now, it looks like the battle has swung firmly to his side!
…
This shouldn't have happened. Yet it did.
Piss-eyes, the weakling, somehow forced him to this extent, HIM. Laxus gritted his teeth hard enough to crack it, all while smashing the tree he leaned on over and over. He felt his ribs crack. The lightning user expected his opponent to go down in several punches, especially with his new form. However, he managed to dodge nearly every, single one!
WEAK!
He was supposed to be the strongest! The old man? Gildarts? He would have surpassed of them in time. But among the people his age? None of them should have been able to stand up to him. Yet this happened. Whatever that loser did, it fucking hurt.
Ending the battle would have been easy, but that weird zig-zagging spell suddenly nailed him in every place he didn't want to get hit. I'll give him that, fighting him is probably the most annoying thing I've done…
The elder blonde couldn't help but wince at the multitude of cuts and burns from the result of getting played around like an idiot for the past couple minutes. I burnt through all my magic just to try that new form! He shouldn't have done it! The first boost was already enough… but then again, he had to make a statement. He wanted the loser to know how below him he was, and that there was no chance he could ever win.
Laxus chuckled at his current situation. What did gramps say that one time again? Never underestimate your opponent no matter what? Perhaps ignoring his grandpa's advice was actually a bad idea.
"…"
"Heh, Fuck no!" He'll fight his own way! If he got hurt now? He'll just get so strong to the point where that piss-eye's attacks can't even tickle him. A familiar scent entered his nose. Speaking of which… there he comes. Tch, not enough magic to pull off any secret arts. But it didn't matter; they'll settle this just like before. With my roar!
…
You're mine!
Despite having his body feeling like he went twelve rounds with Gildarts, Benjin did his best to fight through the pain. Right now, Laxus was as vulnerable as he was going to get, and this was the last chance he had to end the fight before he collapsed. Neither of us can go on much longer… I'll have to end it with this!
First a feint… "Smite: Sextuple Barrage!" In an instant, half-a-dozen magic circles materialized around his opponent, each glowing with power. And then!
As predicted, Laxus rushed towards him, causing the light mage to smirk. All but one of the magic circles disappeared; within seconds, a large beam launched towards the tree line, allowing the sun to shine through. I won't choke… not THIS TIME!
The familiar feeling of power entered into his being. Everything around him seemed to move in slow motion as he felt all the divine magic he could muster force itself into his center. Control it, just like you did before. His feint moved Laxus into his direct line of fire; he used almost no magic setting up the spell allowing the sun to come through. Lastly? Laxus had opened his maw, having zero intention to dodge.
Roar vs Bellow, ROUND 2!
"Light God's…" Benjin took a deep breath, an action mimicked by his opponent.
"Lightning Dragon's…"
"ROAR/BELLOW!"
Two beams, one that shone with radiance and one that sparked with power, rushed towards the other. Pure magical aura saturated the area; any lesser mage would find it difficult to even breath.
Just like before, he's got me beat in power.
True to that, Laxus' roar was several timers taller and wider than Benjin's own beam. Despite that, Benjin knew he could win. Beam struggles weren't always won by volume, Natsu, of all people, taught him that. When Drajin managed to fire his own roar straight through Natsu's, he learned something important. In a magic struggle? Density… will always come out on top.
*SPARK!*
The two beams clashed against each other; however, neither stopped in the middle nor made any indication they were struggling against each other. Benjin would have smiled if his mouth wasn't gaping. Why? Because his own beam smashed right through Laxus'. He couldn't help but feel giddier and giddier by the thought of what his senior must be feeling to see his much larger beam torn apart like water against steel.
This… is my win!
*BOOM!*
Laxus' aura began dipping as the bellow made contact, forcing him backwards until detonating with an explosion that could be seen all the way from Magnolia. He wasn't worried though. Laxus, despite his prickery, was a tough fucking bastard. Even if the fight was over, that guy would probably stand right back up and walk back with no problems. Dragon stamina? Probably.
Regardless, it was his win. And nobody was going to take that from him! Unless he shrugs it off and - wait, do not think like that. Laxus is down, for good.
"…" I'm just going to wrap him in chains just in case… with his most powerful version!
"Full-Body Bind!"
Unlike the usual amount, Benjin exhausted the rest of his magic - save enough to walk back of course - and wrapped Laxus' prone body head to toe with chains. Dozens upon dozens of magic circles were all levitating all around the area, completely littering the clearing with his constructs.
Not bad… whoah… *puff* damn I'm actually exhausted!
As the fight reached its conclusion, Benjin finally noticed his heart pounding against his chest as sweat waterfalled down his cheeks. Shit, the adrenaline *wheeze* is probably wearing off. He really hoped that Laxus would not be able to get up again.
Slowly trudging towards his struggling senior, Benjin finally took his staff out and pointed it at Laxus' face, indicating his victory.
An arrogant smirk. "I win… prick." Extra emphasis on prick of course.
Benjin focused his gaze on his still-struggling opponent. Judging by his face, he did not look happy he lost. In fact, will he even give up? Frankly, he didn't think Laxus would actually yield. He's the type to fight to the death… figuratively of course.
Widening his eyes in surprise, Benjin reflexively took a step back when Laxus stopped struggling. His eyes seemed to be closed in thought, before his aura relaxed and died down.
"Heh." Benjin blinked. Heh? Despite his entire body, save for his head, being covered in chains, there was a smile on the elder blonde's face. This worries me more than anything… What exactly is he up to? With his now open eyes, Laxus gazed somewhat approvingly at Benjin's direction. "You know what?"
The light mage narrowed his eyes, still pointing the staff at Laxus' only revealed parts. "What?!"
"For a piss-eyed loser, you ain't half bad!" Benjin deadpanned at his opponent, still holding the spell. Thanks for the compliment, dumbass! Sighing, Benjin made the decision to drop his chains, causing the lightning mage to fall to the ground with a plop.
"So, is this fight over or what?" Please say yes.
Laxus grunted, seemingly using monumental effort just to sit up. "As much as I hate to admit it," he rubbed his head, spitting out a small glob of blood, "you got me… you got me good." Smirking, Benjin began walked towards the beaten opponent. Now? It's 2 to 1!
To be very honest, the lightning mage was actually quite cordial with losing. He really thought the guy would have just given him the silent treatment or walked off - if he could - angrily and bitterly. Well, if he's going to be a good sport about it then I might as well too.
Benjin stepped even closer, before reaching a handout towards the defeated mage. For a few seconds, Laxus simply stared as his hand.
"…" If he shocks me, I'm going to punt his face.
"Hmm." Laxus smiled before he reached and grabbed Benjin's hand, before sparks flew from his arm. YOU FUCKING BIT-
"ARRRRRGGGHHHH!" Getting shocked without magical defense hurts really REALLY BAD! Fulfilling his earlier promise would have been easy, if his muscles weren't spasming everywhere. You know what? I think I really had this coming. Considering that he expected Laxus - for ONCE in his life - to not be a dick.
"Don't get comfortable with that win Benjin, because at the end of the day… you're still the loser." While laying on the ground, Benjin smiled with his eyes gazing straight up. 2 to 1… not for long.
"And you're still the prick of all pricks."
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