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"Virgo…?"
Laxus' confused and somewhat strained voice reached the spirits ears just as she popped up from the ground with Makarov in tow. Said guild master was struggling in Capricorn's grip, weakly, but struggling just the same. He very much did not appreciate Lucy getting him sent away while she was still in danger.
"Master Laxus!" Virgo shouted, surprised. Which was rather odd, considering she was never surprised. She quickly bowed to him, "I'm quite sorry, Master Laxus, but I am afraid I have used all the magic I can at the moment. If you'll excuse me." She finished, vanishing in a flash of gold.
"Laxus? I am sorry, but Lady Lucy requested we return-"
"You put me down this instant, you stupid goat! I have to go back!"
"I am sorry, Master Makarov, I cannot allow-"
"I don't give a shit what you'll allow! Put me down right-" his efforts were admirable, but the poor man was magically drained and the poison flooding his veins was slowly eating away at his remaining strength.
"I will not, please stop. I must get you to the guild-"
"You'll do no such-"
"FUCK, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Laxus's shout seemed to draw the attention of both the goat and the tiny old man. The former simply nodded apologetically, while the latter narrowed his gaze on his grandson.
"I'm going back for her."
"Fine, what the hell ever. Just drink this shit Porlyusica gave me. It'll clear the poison from your over-fucking-eager self since you took off without thinking shit through." Laxus responded, handing over the vial he'd received from the grumpy old healer.
Makarov took it and downed it instantly, and almost immediately could feel the difference as his strength started to return. He was still injured, burned in several places, but the heavy weight that had blanketed his magic began to lift. He kicked off of Capricorn's chest and landed somewhat gracelessly on the ground.
"Capricorn, right?"
Said goat nodded at Laxus's question.
"Where the hell is Blondie? Is she okay?"
Capricorn's shoulders slumped slightly, and Makarov's expression darkened, "That brat," Makarov began, "She sent her spirits along to help me, but she's still stuck back there with the enemy. Her spirits won't tell me, but what I have gathered is that her condition is very dire. We need to move."
"...Yes, that's correct. She's alive, but…" Capricorn's form started flickering, "...she doesn't have much longer. My connection to this realm is tenuous and fading. It is quite good that we ran into you, Laxus. I would not have made it to Magnolia with your grandfather under the current circumstances. Please," he pleaded, starting to fade, "hurry. You might have time to save her."
With that, Laxus growled. His kin was hurt, near death, and she had a chance to escape and didn't take it? Logically, he knew she was making a sacrifice to save his grandfather, a man like a father to the both of them, and the human part of his brain was somewhat grateful for that. The dragon raging inside him was pissed.
"Fucking hell, Blondie," he muttered, and snatched his grandfather up by the charred remains of his cloak and started running to the direction Capricorn had indicated, "Alright, Gramps, here's the fucking deal. You're hurt, so stay the fuck out of it."
Makarov scrambled up his grandson's large form, perching on his shoulders as he continued to run. He wanted to protest, really he did, but he could feel his own body, and he wasn't stupid. Fighting right now wouldn't do anything but get him hurt.
"...Fine. I'll just focus on Lucy. I'm sure she has injuries that will need tending. But," he said sternly, patting Laxus firmly on his spiky blonde head, "If you look like you can't handle it I'm going to have to jump in."
"Yeah, whatever. Shut up, will ya? I'm trying to hear."
Laxus caught the scent of Lucy's blood before anything else, which was… let's just say, concerning. Sound usually travelled the farthest, and typically would be the first thing he'd pick up with his enhanced senses. She must be bleeding a lot.
The next thing he noticed made him pale rapidly, and before Makarov could even ask he was thrown to the ground at the edge of the clearing he recognized as the same one he'd just escaped from, and Laxus was launching himself across the treeless space toward the man he'd come to know as Alec who was hovering over Lucy with a sword over her heart. She looked… awful. He'd been unconscious through most of what she'd been through, and he saw her injuries first hand for the first time.
Bruno, the big bulky, dirty-looking idiot, was near passed out several feet to their right near the line of trees that had been smouldering during his fight with Alec Cinder. Terra was passed out, and her breathing shallow, sitting next to him. It looked as though he was attempting some sort of healing…? No. No, he was a wind mage. He was likely guiding magic into his comrade's body to stave off magic deficiency. That was probably the same thing they'd done to Lucy, or she'd probably be dead already.
Alec hadn't noticed the intruders at all, and neither had his minions, so it was a huge shock to him that as soon as his sword pricked Lucy's skin he was tackled so hard he launched over her and the sword merely grazed her upper chest as it went flying with him. He landed rather uncomfortably several feet away, and he'd had the presence of mind to toss his sword aside so he didn't impale himself, so it lay just out of his reach. A heavy, hulking weight landed on top of him, and knocked the air out of his lungs.
Makarov didn't waste any time. He, true to his word, stayed out of the fight that was brewing between Laxus and Alec, as the latter seemed to heat up the area around him enough that Laxus bounced up and away and squared up to his opponent. Instead, Makarov sent a blast of (rather weak) light magic towards the two exhausted minions, effectively knocking them out and ensuring they wouldn't cause any additional trouble for the Dreyers as they executed their rescue mission. As soon as they were down, he sprinted to Lucy's side and took stock of the damage she'd taken and what she needed emergency aid for.
Kneeling at her side, he assessed her injuries as quickly as he could. Her left eye was… well, probably gone, but he couldn't tell through the blood streaking down her face and pooling in the socket where most people's eyes would be. The whole left side of her face was just a mess of red, so much so he couldn't tell the extent of the damage. He was reminded of the way Laxus had looked after getting a lacrima shoved in his skull, except Lucy somehow looked worse. Even still, despite how horrific it looked it was probably not the most pressing concern.
Her right lower leg was bent unnaturally, likely broken, and was so purple he was certain that the bone had clipped some kind of major blood vessel and she was bleeding far too much there. On top of that, her whole torso was bruised. Her upper body was exposed at her midriff like normal, but the top of her shirt had been cut away as well and he saw what appeared to be a tattoo on her collarbone he'd never noticed before. Come to think of it, she'd been wearing clothing that would hide that part of her body for longer than he could remember, now that he actually paid attention to it, but couldn't recall when it had started. He paid it no mind though, because Lucy needed medical attention quickly. Her pulse was fading.
Makarov poked and prodded at a few of the more severe bruises on Lucy's body, and determined that she most definitely had a broken rib or two. Likely internal bleeding there too.
'This is bad…'
The worst though, was the two-inch-wide gash in her abdomen that, from what he could tell, reached all the way through the blonde's body and pierced the ground, along with the gash on her upper chest that would have been a fatal stab wound if not for Laxus's intervention. Both wounds were bleeding heavily.
Makarov quickly pulled off his wizard saint cloak and tore it to pieces, bandaging what he could of her injuries to prevent her near immediate death.
Laxus was fighting Alec just a few feet away, but Makarov did his best to keep his attention on his injured child. Laxus, seeing this and seeing the state Lucy was in, did his best to draw the fighting away from the two most important people in his life.
Alec had quickly rolled toward his sword, picking it up and squaring himself to face his new enemy. When he finally had the chance to see his new attacker, he got a bit apprehensive. Laxus Dreyer had a reputation that very much preceded him. Alec was certain that he was the stronger mage, no doubt about that, but Alec had been torturing Lucy for quite some time. And had faced Makarov Dreyer, and equally reputable wizard, just before that. His magic was still rather high, but his body was a bit worn and from the glance to spared to his useless minions, it appeared they were very much going to live up to their description.
He shook his nerves off when Laxus spoke. He was clearly emotional, so Alec still had the upper hand.
"What the hell do you think you were doing to my little sister, you red headed creep?" Laxus asked, his whole body emitting electricity.
Alec only smirked, raising his sword and channeling heat through the blade until it turned a glowing red color, "You know," he started, "little sister's insults were far superior to your own".
Laxus growled low in his throat and threw a punch at the cocky prick he was facing. Alec dodged, but not quite wide enough, as the electricity coating Laxus's arm shocked him briefly before he was able to roll to the side and face the mage once more. Launching an attack of his own, he threw himself forward and swung his overheated sword in a large arc toward the dragon slayer's torso. Laxus, not expecting him to recover so quickly, fell backwards and did a roll to get away at the last second. It was close enough that he felt the stinging burn of the heat of his sword across his chest.
He popped up and was once again dodging sword strikes from his opponent. He decided to take the battle a little longer range, to move away from the heat of the man's magic.
Laxus used his lightning body to move several paces away and behind the mage, and threw lightning from his fist at the man's back.
He heard Alec shout "Scorch Shot" and overheated red magic power met his own lightning to cancel it out. Or that's what Laxus imagined it would do, but the red power won out over his own yellow and pushed through just enough to throw Laxus back several meters and scorch his right sleeve at the shoulder, along with burn through part of his beloved coat.
Laxus narrowed his eyes at his opponent as he made it back to his feet. He loved that coat, damnit.
He grabbed the black fabric of his coat and tossed it off of himself, shouting at Alec, "What the hell do you even want with Fairy Tail?"
Alec simply scoffed at him, rolling his eyes, "What in the world would I want with Fairy Tail? No, Fallen Star is more powerful and far more fun than your stuffy light guild, there isn't anything we could possibly want from the likes of you."
Laxus paused briefly before releasing a powerful "Lightning Dragon's Roar" at the enemy. Alec blocked it with his heated sword, but was pushed back several yards in the grass.
Laxus thought on that a bit as the magic dissipated and the dust cleared. They were beginning to make a very large mess of the clearing. Scars littered the earth where attacks were unleashed, a few trees were downed, the heat from Alec's magic having ignited a few trees that were burning behind him.
"Why did you attack us if we don't have anything you want?" Laxus asked curiously, not dropping his guard but not attacking quite yet. If the battle so far was any indication, it might not go his way, so any information he can have Gramps overhear would be a good thing.
Alec saw Laxus's lack of offense as his invitation to throw attacks, and threw out another spell before he answered. "Burning Ash Destruction Wave!" he shouted.
Laxus's eyes widened as a wave of pure red magic power came crashing down around the clearing, literally taking on the image of a crashing wave headed his direction. He protected himself by sending out a field of his own magic power to encase his body in all directions. It took several minutes for the power to die down, and when the spell was complete, Laxus was surrounded by blackened earth and trees that weren't burning, per se, but instead were reduced to ash - skipping the fire step completely.
The lightning mage decided it was maybe to his advantage to take the fight back to close-range combat.
"Dreyer," Alec spoke as Laxus charged back toward him, closing the distance between the opponents, "Did you ever consider that I'm not after your little sister to rile up your pathetic little guild? Maybe it's just her that I'm after."
That one threw Laxus for a loop.
"Why?" he asked angrily, "What the fuck did Blondie do to you? Piss in your fucking Wheaties?" He followed that question with a rather aggressive "Lightning Dragon's Iron Fist" that pushed his opponent back a few feet.
Not letting the distance come back into play, Laxus used his lightning body to maneuver behind Alec once more, striking him again, this time with a lightning infused kick to the spine.
Alec was pushed forward and fell to his knees a few feet away, but when Laxus followed up with a second kick aimed at his head, he rolled and sliced the lighting mage's calf. Laxus bellowed in pain and stepped just far enough that he was out of reach, but close enough he could prevent any of his opponents' large attacks.
"Really, Laxus," Alec spoke, breathing labored only slightly, "It's none of your business. She's a Heartfilia, you're not, so no matter how much you proclaim she's your sister, the matter at hand does not pertain to you. Just let her go, she's mostly dead already!"
Growling once again, Laxus charged at the man, this time trying to land a "Lightning Dragon's Jaw" but was caught off guard by the sword piercing his shoulder. The bastard had thrown the damn thing!
Laxus took several steps back to buy himself time and quickly pulled the sword from his flesh, wincing as he did so. Blisters were already forming around the wound and around his hand, as even the handle was too hot to touch without consequence. Fuck that was painful. This battle was not going well. Alec clearly outmatched him in magic power, especially after Laxus had spent the entire previous night teleporting all over the fucking place, and now he was injured - limiting his ability to move properly. At least the wounds he'd suffered weren't bleeding, like Blondie's were. The heated blade cauterized his wounds. 'Thank Mavis for small favors,' he said to himself, frowning internally when he realized he'd picked that phrase up from the small blonde mage to his right.
Thinking of his fellow blonde had him worried. He'd not had the chance to check on her since the battle started.
Gathering magic power, he threw a powerful long range attack at Alec so he could glance at his grandfather and Lucy and check on them, "Lightning Dragon's Heavenward Halberd!"
Instead of watching the attack hit his opponent (or the more likely option, watching his opponent block or dodge) he immediately used his lightning body to return to his grandfather's side.
"Gramps, is she…?" he asked frantically, eyes locked back on the spot where his enemy was.
"I-I'm f-f-fine…" Lucy croaked out. Laxus opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked down at his kin. She was bandaged nearly head to toe, blood clearly soaking through in some places. Her left eye was covered with several layers of wizard-saint-cloak bandages, but there was no good way to wrap her lip, so the cut peeked out from below the bandages for several inches and was still bleeding, though not quite as quickly as when she'd first been cut. Frankly, she looked terrible. But she was alive and had enough magic that she was talking at least. She'd clearly lost a lot of blood but he had more hope now than when he'd arrived of her survival. At least now she was awake.
"Fuck Blondie… you look like shi-wait. Fuck. Where's Gramps?"
Despite the fact that the most easily identifiable expression on her face was overwhelming pain, Laxus caught that look she gave him that screamed, "are you really that fucking stupid?". It was a look he was quite used to seeing from her these days.
"You seriously didn't notice?" She asked him, nodding ever-so-slightly back toward where he'd just been battling, where his Gramps was standing, facing all three of the fucking assholes that attacked Fairy Tail, holding a glowing ball of light controlled between his two hands.
He didn't catch the words he spoke, but likely it was something along the lines of, "run for your fucking lives if you want to live," because moments later Alec paled and sprinted out of the clearing, his useless minions stumbling along behind him. Laxus found himself hoping they couldn't run fast, because he would just love to see their asses get hit with the Fairy Law spell that his grandfather was about to release.
"Well shit," Laxus said quietly.
As the light between Makarov's hands glowed brighter, Laxus crouched over his pseudo-sister's prone form and blocked her eyes (eye?) from the blinding light that emitted from the most powerful spell he'd ever heard of.