Chapter FOURTY FIVE
"Wha-" Bacchus's eyes widened and he no longer looked drunk. He jerked at his hand again, but it didn't budge. He swung his free hand and plunged it through Darque's chest. More black smoke leaked out, before Darque's hand hovered over him limbs, burning. Bacchus felt the heat of the flame and realized his position.
He twisted his arms around, tearing through the spirit. He quickly jumped back a few feet and inspected his hand. They looked black, as if they had been poisoned. The black was slowly spreading, and his wrists, which still seemed unaffected, were purple from the lack of blood. They felt numb and he cursed, looking up at the spirit.
Darque's hands were engulfed with her flames. The holes in her body were slowly closing, and her clothes were mending. Bacchus faintly remembered seeing her doing the same thing during her fight with the white Celestial spirit.
"Ow, ow, ow." Darque breathed. "That hurt."
"You're insane, you know." Bacchus raised an eyebrow, clenching and unclenching his fist. They still felt numb.
"I get that a lot." Darque replied.
"I'll beat you, you know." Bacchus sounded drunk again. How did he do that?
"Sorry but I can't lose here. I have plans to make, schemes to plot and dates to conduct." Darque winked in the direction of the Grim Requiem.
Bacchus shrug. "Suit yourself."
'Darque. Stop playing around. Poor Bacchus. Don't forget to drop a few hints.'
Darque grinned at the sound of Valkyrie's voice in her head. She looked over her shoulder and nodded.
The spirit summoned two balls of wind on her palms. They swirled and grew, until they were each as long and wide as the length of her arm. "Turbine venti!" She brought her hands together then leaned down, smashing her palms against the earth. A huge tornado erupted from thin air, visibly pulling more power towards it.
It came towards Bacchus, tearing the earth in its wake. Cursing to himself, he jumped quickly to the left. Even though he had plenty of time to move, he could still feel the power of the twirling mass of wind as it knocking into the stands. There was a snap of the fingers, and it disappeared as quickly as it had started.
"Fulgur hastae!" Bacchus turned around just in time to move out of the way. A lightening spear hurled past him, nicking the tip of his sleeve, and disappeared before it could damage the stands.
"Don't dodge and face it head on!" Darque snapped.
"What's the difference?" Bacchus asked. "Between when you use your powers normally and when you chant those spells?"
"The power. THough the chants take more time, they are twice as powerful than my normal flames." Darque said. "However, my source of power does not come from only that."
Bacchus raised an eyebrow.
"A pervert once told me that love makes spirits powerful. If I had heard those words a decade ago, I would have scoffed, then blasted the pervert away. However, we are not in one decade ago. We are here, now, and I second what the pervert told me." Darque's hair whipped around in the wind from her palms.
"Love makes a spirit stronger. Love, trust and loyalty between both the spirit and the summoner. I believe that this is what makes me as strong as I am today. And now, I rest my case."
The spirit's speed seemed to double. She flew forwards in a swirl of black elements.
Bacchus felt himself rooted to the spot. He grinned. "I'll be waiting for the favor. Probably in the infirmary." His form flashed, before he disappeared
Darque smirked. 'Valkyrie, I'll be going now.' Then, she too, disappeared.
Back at the Fairy tail stands, a certain blue cat was deep in thought. Natsu, Gray, Erza and Lisanna were trying to get his attention but he ignored them.
Love makes a spirit stronger...
Where had he heard it?
A pervert...
Happy's eyes widened.
Why did Darque know Loke's declaration in his fight against Bickslow?
He was off his perch and on his way towards Makarov and Mavis before anyone could blink.
Valkyrie winched when a piece of earth jutted out at her feet. She just about moved out of the way in time. However, she was glad that to almost everyone, she had gotten away before the attack even became visible. The perks of using illusions.
If they had managed to trick Jura, he didn't show it. All the same, Valkyrie didn't lower her guard. She cloaked herself in a illusion and held up her hands. A huge wolf erupted from the ground, surrounded by rising dust.
She added extra effects with her black holes so that they partially sucked the dust into the air when the wolf swiped at Jura with its paws.
Jura's eyes widened, the only hint Valkyrie needed to know that he was fooled. She watched as the Lamia Scale mage jumped out of the way, eyes narrowed.
Was he planning to get serious, or was what he was showing previously already serious. Valkyrie didn't want to find out. While he was distracted, she charged up what she planned to be her final attack.
White, shadow, wind, poison.
"Black hole magic: Roar of the Dark and Light Dragons!" The beautiful swirl of dark and light colors tore through the illusion, shattering it. Jura was hit with the realization a second too slow, and he was engulfed by what seemed like wave of colors.
"She didn't even ask us for permission, and she's using it all over the place like it's hers." Sting whined.
"That's because, technically, it is hers." Cobra said. "She caught it and she molded it."
"That's not even a roar." Sting shot back. "Dragon roars are supposed to come out of the mouth-"
"You tell her that. I'm sure she can adapt."
Sting growled in irritation, and turned back to the sea of dust in the air.
WHO SHOULD COME FIRST AND SECOND?
We sent Darque back, so that Lucy can claim her spotlight.
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