Hey, hey, hey my minion's! Long time no see! Sorry for the long wait. I'm still dealing with a lot and I was majorly pissed that my writing for this was not coming out the way I wanted it to, which made me not want to write. But I'm back! And can i just say, I hate writing fight scenes. Why are they so hard to write?!
The hustle and bustle of the guild was interrupted by a loud bang as Natsu was sent sailing through the office wall and down to the second floor, righting himself in time to land on his feet, olive eyes filled in anger as he meet a furious and draconic looking Laxus head on.
Many screamed for them to stop as they took cover, others like Erza and Master Makarov moving to stop the fight, only to be held back by their two remaining Slayers along with Mira and Cana.
"This is one fight," Wendy spoke, face serious as she watch Natsu land a powerful Iron Fist to the near rabid Laxus' face and sending him flying through the wall and outside, following closely behind him with his fist still coated in flames. "that you cannot stop or interfere in."
"And why is that." Erza demanded glaring down at the blue haired teen, body tense as she tried to stop herself from pushing through the two Slayers to get the Natsu and Laxus, wanting nothing more than to help her teammate out and stop the fight before serious injury could occur.
Gajeel was the one to answer her question, crimson eyes gazing down at Makarov before landing on Erza.
"Right now, this is a fight between dragons. It ain't my place to say anything, but this is something that needs to be done now before it's too late."
Mira nodded, blue eyes trained on to large jagged hole in the wall. "This was going to happen sooner or later."
Wendy nodded. "Hopefully Natsu knocks some sense into that idiot." She said sharing a knowing glance with the three.
Cana threw them a lazy smirk, raising her barrel high into the air as if making a toast. "If anyone can get through that overgrown spark plug, it's Natsu."
Word Count: 306 (I Have nothing to say lol)