Juvia slowed her pace, waiting for the sulking boy to catch up. The night wouldn't stretch much further and they were only just in sight of the drop off site.
Master Jose had called Gajeel one of his best. From him she could learn the essence of being in the guild. They'd been walking for hours, certainly that was long enough to think of a plan. Unless this was not the sort of task, perhaps strategy would hinder instinct and lead to failure.
So, instinct. Juvia could do that, hers had been central to her survival since she was a child. That had meant flight more times than she could remember, until one day her only option had been to fight. It was different, she felt strange after. It wasn't long before Jose had found her and called that feeling power.
She didn't feel very powerful right now, but she wasn't lonely. She wasn't stupid either. Juvia knew the tales about the Iron Dragon. Subtlety was not his style and thanks to his infamous reputation, the element of surprise was lost. But that was before he was covered by the rain.
Her rain. If anything went wrong it would be her fault.
Juvia had to get there first.
