Arslan P.O.V.

The announcement still rang out freshly in the guilds ears. Daryun just about went up and killed the Pumpkin Man for making the announcement. Arslan stood tall and, after reassuring Daryun he would be fine, walked out into the arena. Bacchus was there, waiting for Arslan to come down as he laid on his side with a canister next to him.

"Hey, how about we make a bet, like those last guys did." Bacchus suggests.

"Pardon?" Arslan asks, confused, as he didn't see the last fight.

"You look pretty enough." Bacchus mutters before drawing in a breath. "How about, if I win, you and those sisters keep me company tonight,"

"My ears must be deceiving me. Never have I heard of someone asking for such things in a duel." Arslan speaks, eyes growing angry. "I would never bargen any one person for any such thing."

"Aww, come on, don't be a downer. I'm sure you'll have a good time." Bacchus drawls, a sinister smirk on his lips. Daryun's anger can practically be felt from the center of the arena, as well as being able to hear the guild muttering angrily about Bacchus.

"Now it's your turn. If you win?" Bacchus asks, tilting his head to the side drunkenly.

"I will not barter with you when the things you want are human lives. I will not lose to you." Arslan says evenly, glaring daggers at the man.

"Oh, I'm so scared I've got the shakes." Bacchus says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Bacchus charges at Arslan, stumbling on the way. Arslan dodges out of the way and pulls out his hidden sword, unsheathing it and swinging it at Bacchus. Arslan uses the lightning and lines the blade of the sword, making it spark blue. Arslan swings the sword at Bacchus as Bacchus returns with kicks and punches. Arslan's shirt becomes torn in several places from the spikes on Bacchus' knuckles. Arslan hits Bacchus with the hilt of the sword, surprising him enough to knock him down onto the ground.

Arslan exhales sharply and puts his hands on the ground, swinging his body around to kick Bacchus' legs out from under him. Bacchus lands on the ground and Arslan hops back up, grabbing one of the Chinese Zodiac keys. He pulls it off of the key ring and holds it out in the air, silently summoning the spirit. Bacchus rolls to the upper part of his back and then rolls forward fast enough to jump up onto his feet. He takes another swig of his drink and stumbles forward towards Arslan again, ignoring the spirit. Arslan stands still, staring Bacchus in the eyes. Bacchus raises his hand in a fist and flings it towards Arslan, only for his hand to be caught just grazing Arslan's cheek.

Bacchus glances at the spirit and a man with blue eyes, short white hair, and curly goat horns stares back at him.

"Who are you?" Bacchus grumbles.

"I am Rufus, the Goat Spirit of the Chinese Zodiac." The man responds. He lets go of Bacchus' arm and nods towards Arslan, making them both glow in a faint green color. When the light faded, nothing looked different, but the spirit was gone. Bacchus raises his arm again and throws a punch at Arslan, surprised when Arslan catches it and knocks him back, sending him flying across the arena. His armor breaks up to the elbow.

"What in the world? He got me?" Bacchus mutters. "What are you?" Arslan smiles.

"I am Prince Arslan. I have magic. Nothing more, nothing less." Arslan responds. Bacchus charges towards Arslan who retaliates by lifting his arms in front of him in the form of a 't'. Bacchus twists in the air, hitting Arslan constantly but not doing any visible damage to anything other than his own armor. The armor is broken up to Bacchus' shoulders now, but he doesn't stop yet. He changed his aim to Arslan's legs and feet, still not getting any visible damage on them, but still attacking relentlessly. When he stops he collapses onto his knees.

Arslan reaches down and touches his keys, sending Rufus a mental message giving him the okay to stop the merge. Arslan can feel as Rufus leaves, his presence slowly melting away from Arslan's mind. As he leaves, Arslan can feel himself getting weaker and his knees start to shake. When Rufus is completely gone, Arslan also collapses onto his knees and breathes heavily. Bacchus stands back up, seeing Arslan's moment of weakness and thrusts his arms into the air.

"That's right, I won!" He yells. Cheerin erupted throughout the stadium, drowning out the sound Bacchus made when he falls onto his back.

"I've got to tell you something Arslan. You are a real something alright." Bacchus says.

"That's right, folks! Prince Arslan won! He won his team 10 points." An announcers voice is drowned out at the end by the cheers being added to by the Sabertooth Team and the whole of Fairy Tail. Arslan smiles up at the stands, staying on his knees and breathing heavy. He puts his hands on his knees and tucks his head under his chin, trying to catch his breath and strength enough to stand up. Daryun walks down into the arena and kneels down, offering his hand to Arslan.

"Your Highness, you fought well." Daryun says. Arslan smiles up at his and takes his hand. Daryun stands up and pulls Arslan up, looking at him for permission. Arslan nods and almost falls over again before Daryun picks him up. Daryun carry's Arslan over to the rest of the guild, smiling as Arslan received congratulations on his win.