*I'M BACK BITCHES!*
Keep it down, Crow.
*Why should I?*
Cause we are starting up a new chapter. Gajeel VS Scrawlin and Erik VS Vaermina.
*Oh, right! By the way, you finally learned how to spell whelp properly.*
Shut up. Anywho, on with the chapter!
Gajeel's Pov
Never in my life did I expect to fight a dragon like creature with one arm. But hey, guess thats what I get for hanging around Fairy Tail's own luck charm… There is still a poll going for if he brings good or bad luck back at the guild.
Focus, Blacksteel! Your doing battle, damn it!
I watched the large, slate and granite colored rock dragon that was known as Scrawlin circle me, like a rhinoceros looking to charge a big cat. Well, this big cat has claws.
I spin around, focusing on my iron dragon like arm, expanding the hand and talons to inhuman sizes but still holding it up with ease. I roar out as I swing my expanded clawed hand into the Drake with inhuman speeds, clawing at the stone like creature.
Scrawlin roars out and jumps back, its stone shoulder now has a dragon sized claw mark like scratch on it. I charge forth, my entire arm expanding into a fully sized dragon arm, which I swing about and slam into Scrawlin.
I grin, snickering at the drake… till I remember a lesson from Metalicana; Dragons and things that look like dragons have tails, and if it is not webbed for speed it will be used as a weapon. And the Mountain Drake had a clubbed tail.
"Fu-" Before I could even get the cuss out of my mouth, a ATV sized boulder like tail slams into me. I am sent flying back, crashing through trees, splinters that would normally flay the skin on a mage's back only minorly cutting me, and my limbs are being smashed in to over and over again. In a minor moment of clarity, I use my metal arm to slow my launch, and stop myself.
I immediately look up and take in a deep breath, and let loose the famed dragon slayer attack with a bellow, "Iron Dragon Roar!" I stare at the gray and green twister that emerges from my mouth, slamming into the drake.
"Foolish boy, each and every muscle in my body is as strong as a mountain, my scales are that of the hardest stones within them, and my bones are stronger still. You have no chance of beating me." Boasts Scrawlin, the brutish female drake lumbering toward me, her tail slamming into the earth like a threatening club. Nothing… damn this is gonna be a pain in my ass. I move slightly, only to wince. I broke some ribs… don't know how many, but enough for it to be jabbing into places where they shouldn't be.
"So…" I spit out a small wad of blood from my mouth, "Your body is almost impossible to destroy?"
"Correct, Dragon Slayer. You have no chance." She crows, parading her way over to me.
"Ok… then I might as well do the same." I growl, giving her a rebellious grin.
"Wha-" She starts.
"Iron Dragon Scales." I snarl, feeling my skin turn to the iron scales. But I needed more than just a thin coat of iron to beat a Drake with the power of a mountain range.
"Iron Dragon Iron Plate." I growl, feeling a suit of dragon like plate mail cover my entire body. Still not enough to be as resilient as this damn drake.
"Iron Dragon Secret Art: Iron Dragon's Steel Blade Coat." I bark out, the large trench coat and suit of armor made from steel coats over me once more, this time with blades and spikes covering the new suit and coat along with blades laced into every edge. One flash of my arm, leg, coat or helm and I could severely cut something… But it is still not enough.
"Iron Dragon Secret Art: Iron Mountain!" I shout out. "Karma Demon; Iron God Sword!"
I got less than three minutes to end this.
Natsu's Pov.
Now, I fear many a things. Porlyusica, green and orange colored brownies, Erza when her strawberry cheesecake is destroyed while she is on her period, All night Giant VS Dragon Parties on every other Tuesday in the Sun Village, the monster Juvia became when she saw the Gray Moon.
But what I saw in front of me, was up there just below Igneel, Acnologia and Zeref.
Before me, a 50 foot tall mountainous warrior made from solid iron and steel, with Gajeel somewhere inside. It's head is encased in a dome helm with a slit cut out for the warriors eyes, but a trident shape that goes up the center of the helm divides the slit in half and spikes out on top and goes out over each brown and spikes out as well. Then come large, spike covered pauldrons with three blades going down the center ridge of each round pauldron. Spilling out from behind the helm is a wave of darker iron bladed hair, belonging to one Gajeel Redfox. Next, the plate mail made from saw blades with spikes coming out of it that extends down into a battle kilt around the thighs and arse. From the pauldrons and down to the back of the ankle, a cloak like coat extends, seemingly made from several shining metal knives into a cloth like material. His legs are also coated in a pants like material, made in the shape of chain mail with spikes emerging from it. These extend down spike covered knee caps and to a pair of greaves which are a solid plate with blades coming out of the sides. The boots also are made from metal, with blades and rivets coming out of the toe of the boots and spikes on the bottom. Next, a mismatch pair of gauntlets. The first looks like his dragon arm, besides that it made from several hulking plates ending in sword like talons. The second, a normal knight like gauntlet save for a few rows of spikes coming from along arm and ending in at a long row of curved claw like knuckle dusters. From each and every crack in the armor, a green glow emerges, but it is most obvious in the eye slits, where it steams out and forms into twin green molten orbs. In the hand of the dark iron warrior's knight like hand is a longsword. The blade is as tall as Gajeel's giant form, and is a straight thin blade with no handle, only the blade clasped within his hand, green electricity crackling within the metal itself.
For once, I am a wee bit envious of Gajeel. That thing looks bad ass. And second, it made the smug yellow bastard Thalicon look a wee bit scared.
The titan before us swings its sword in a downward arc, leveling all in its path, barely missing Scrawlin. With a quick motion, it swings the sword in a low pass for the drake, who takes to the skys, only for the clawed dragonic hand to grasp hold of the Mountain Drake's throat.
With a whip of the giant of steel's hand, Gajeel slams the Mountain Drake down to the earth. He raises his boot up and slams it down. The dust settles, to show that Scrawlin raced off, but not unscathed. Under the boot of Iron Mountain Gajeel, is the shattered stone of the club on Scrawlin's tail. The drake roars out, and releases its own breath attack.
"Mountain Drake Roar!" Screams Scrawlin, trying to destroy the mechanical titan Gajeel has become. Gajeel swings his sword forth and slices the attack in half, only for the blade to be shattered. I smirk, looking at the monster he is and the Drake. Gajeel won.
"D-does Gajeel have a chance?" Whimpers Aine.
"Watch, and see." Laxus states, a grin cracking across his stubble covered face.
Scrawlin charges, lunging across the ground like a bear going after the iron giant. Gajeel raised both fists above his head, and when Scrawlin was about to bite his chest, slammed his fists down on the top of the Drakes head and brought his knee up into the creatures jaw, shattering the stone around its head. Scrawlin stumbled back, only to catch Gajeel's foot into her neck, then his heel right between her eyes.
She looked up, and I watched as Gajeel ended it then and there. His draconic fist expanded into the size of his head, and brought it down in a hammer like strike, his scales sharpened and blade like, to cause more damage.
"Iron Dragon Hammer Fist!" Cried out the titanic giant, its voice sounding like a mix of a boiler going at full blast and an army of three hundred warriors cheering for victory with the rumbling thunder of cannons raised to announce their defeat crying in the background.
When his fist made contact with Scrawlin's head, dust flew up from the impact, clouding the field of battle, but I knew it was already won.
From the ashes of my home scattered in the sky, Gajeel emerged. He is his normal height, but his outfit was torn to shreds, leaving only a tattered pair of silver pants and a black sash around them, and his mechanical dragon arm. His human arm shoots up in the air, his pointer finger aimed to the sky, and a bloody shit eating grin plastered on his face, his dark eyes shadowed by his long hair glaring around as if daring someone to take away his victory.
"Gajeel won." I declare, staring at the drakes through the clouds of ash, Scrawlin unconscious form being dragged away by Achilles, and Vaermina taking her place.
"So it would seem. Don't disappoint, Vaermina." Booms Thalicon.
"Have I done so yet, Lord Thalicon?" Inquires Vaermina with a hint of arrogance. Ah, so that's why the Drake Alpha has a bit of an ego, they refer to him as lord and are relatively undefeated.
Time for the Dragon Slayers to change this.
Erik's Pov.
I close my eyes as I approach the Venom Drake. Knowing the closeness of our powers, the only way to win this is with our innate abilities. She has an obvious advantage as she is a Drake, with mobility with her wings, agility due to her serpent like body, and obvious deadliness with her fangs and talons which are most likely lined with venom.
But, I have my own advantages. As a human, I am a very small target for a large being such as herself. And I am agile and athletic, meaning I am gonna be a bitch and a half to hit. She doesn't know I am the Poison Dragon Slayer right now, nor does she know I can hear her thoughts. Add these together, make sure I don't get hit by a physical attack, and add a few well placed insults to make her angry, which in turn to make her sloppy and give me openings and advantages, and the match could very likely be mine. I give a fanged smirk to her to tick her off right off the bat.
I never was a gambling man, even during the Oracion Seis, but I really do like my chances here.
"Begin, whelps." Bellows the leader of the Drakes. The Venom Drake rears back and suddenly spits, a large wad of steaming purple venom flowing at me.
The human welp will be boiled alive if he stays still! Ha, don't even need to fight such an insect! Comes the female's drakes thoughts, loud and clear. Well, if I am to take this drake down a peg or a hundred, I guess I better do the unexpected. I stay where I am.
When the venom hits me, I barely register it, only eating a small amount of it to power up but not enough to be noticed by her that I have eaten her attack. Then, with a wave of my white trench coat, the steaming mess of purple sprays out of my way, without a single scratch on me.
I can hear Natsu's boisterous laugh, the three younglings gasp in awe, the two young teens give golf claps, Wendy's surprisingly well hidden evil giggle, and I can even hear the smirk that is on Guild Master Drayer's face.
The drakes on the other hand, are a whole story in of itself. The Leader is calculating, seeing if his pack mate can come out victorious after seeing how I came away from the first attack unscathed. The bladed Drake is also thinking, but on what kind of Dragon Slayer I could be. The gay sounding Drake that hurts the hell out of my ears isn't even paying attention, just thinking about how he will play out his emotional game of cat and mouse with Hoodie Kid. The Mountain Drake that Gajeel fucked up with his huge ass mecha berserker is dreaming about big women, not judging, but whatever floats a scaly drake's boat.
But the most important thoughts at the moment, are kinda all jumbled together into one flabbergasted noise going on in her head. Hey, like I said before, I am going for every opening I can. If this ain't one, then I am blind in both eyes.
I lunge forward, and slam my fist into the Drake's snout with a scale covered fist.
Little shit! Time for you to burn up close! Her thoughts scream out. Too bad I can't burn from her venom, as it is poison. And if someone technically gives my a bullshit excuse saying that they are different, or even thinks it in my presence, my boot is going up their ass.
True to her internal monologues word, she takes a breath in and screeches out "Venom Drake's Roar!" and showers me in a wave of purple venomous poison. Well, I am not one to pass up a wee bit of a snack from a snake drake. After eating a bit of her breath attack, I swipe my hand to either side of me, and split the attack in two. The corrosive purple slug waves around me like a pair of deadly acidic wings.
Lets see if he can dodge my secret Pierce, Slash, and Tail Slam combo! Her mind reveals to me. Well, as I now know it, it's kinda easy to dodge it.
"Die worm! Venom Drake Piercing Talon!" Screams out the Venom Drake as she thrusts a venom coated talon strike at me, only for me to side step it and to coat my hands in Poison Dragon Scales and clutch my hands together to bring them down in a hammerfist strike on the wrist area of the drake.
"Venom Drake Wing Slash!" She howls out, recoiling her appendage only for her wings to send out a pair of whip like poison slashes at me. I grin, expecting this, and spin on my heel and stand between the two attacks, and they miss me by inches on either side.
Giving me no room for thought, she swings around and brings down her serpentine tail, a layer of bubbling and misting venom spilling off the scorpion like tail the she-drake has.
"Venom Drake Tail Slam!" She shrieks, and I jump to the side. I form a plan, as this was probably the only chance I could pull this off.
I grin, and turn to flip off the pack of drakes with both hands before performing my dangerous and probably alcohol fueled plan.
I leap upward, and land on the base of the she-drakes tail, only to be met with her bucking around… well, time to put my plan into action. I race up the back, the Venom Drake still bucking around wildly as I start to spin and jump in an odd looking dance all the way up the serpentine like dragon creature's spine all while singing.
"Yat dat da da dat dat da da Fuck you!" I slur as I slam my heel into its left hip, a snapping noise coming from the impact.
"Dat dat da da dat dat da da Fuck you!" I croon, jumping up and roughly headbutting the oncoming tail in a joint, a crunching noise heard as the carapace is crushed from underneath by my skull, squirting out greenish purple juices.
"Da, da, da, da, pissing off Vaer, pissing off Vaer!" I shout, slamming my fist to my own beat as I break the first wing one the she-drake's back, dodging with the first pissing off sentence as her tail whips to sting me but I heard it coming first and then slamming both of my fists into a heavy handed strike on the second wing before bouncing back up and jumping in cince with a buck from Vaermina. And yes, I do remember the name of the she drake, but I don't think animals I can beat with my bear hands deserve the respect of a name.
"Da, da, da, da, fuck you Vaeeeeeeeeeeer!" I charol as I spin and tap my way out her flailing claws that I heard coming as I skip down her neck, rearing up my left leg before jumping as she bucks her head, sending me flying upward and I bring my heel down in a hammer kick on the base of her triangular snake head.
I grin as I slide down her face as she crumbles to the ground from my strike, jumping off her nose before she slams into the ground. I land in front of the judgemental drakes in front of me, and I give them the two handed one finger salute with a casual shit eating grin.
"Erik is the victor…" Grumbles the black and yellow scarred drake, disappointedly looking at the she-drake I just beat the shit out of. I turn and walk away, looking to the dragon slayers with a proud skip in my step.
My ear twitches, and I turn before she even puffs her cheeks up and screams out "Venom Drake Roar!" In response, I decide to piss her off to the fullest. I open my mouth, and I start eating.. Or is it drinking, never been quite sure with that, the poisonous venom. The drakes jaws drop in shock as I consume her attack, before I glare at her with my grin still plastered on my face.
"Poison Dragon Roar!" I bellow out, sending the overpowered attack into the sky in a wave of purple fireworks. The drakes look at me, the gay rainbow bird one and the blue bladed smart one understanding my tactics and questioning how I could predict the she-drakes moves, the leader of the group calculating how he is going to succeed in the challenge… and the other he-she drake wishing to crush everything here.
Well, with this victory, the others should be easy as hell, and we can win this stupid Gauntlet challenge.
And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoyed it…
*Yeah, and Happy Fourth of July!*
Americans… Whatever, this took forever to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Another note, the poll is still up and running, and we are still looking for your vote! Keep it coming!
*Thanks guys! Crow out!*
-DSoNaH
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