Chapter 55 – Dancing with the Enemy
Sorry for the wait, college and my other story had to be attended to. As you saw in my poll, I was getting your guys' opinion for an OCxCana fanfic. At the rate its going, it seems a lot agree that they most likely want to see one, but we'll see how other opinions affect this standing later on.
Guest: Glad you reviewed, and I'm glad you like NicxErza, but them being official still won't be for quite a bit.
Axiov: That's a good question, even I don't know.
Guest: Nope no RWBY fanfic, sorry.
Alright, time for the return of the loveable – and deadly – Drunk Nic!
To Recap:
After settling into X791, things were going by smoothly, especially with Erza getting much closer to Nic. The Magic Council arrested them and interrogated them, resulting in them getting utterly humiliated by Dialga and Palkia, as well as Nic. Later on, as Team Natsu went out on a mission, Nic was dragged along by Cana and Sophie for their own mission in Dahlias, where they learned the four lacrima in the city drain Magic to fuel a weapon. They encounter the Dark Guild called Ghoul's Coffin, and one of their elites, Seiryo, in a bar. Surprisingly running into an S-Class Mage named Bacchus, things were about even until Nic accidentally hits the shelves and a booze bottle's contents goes down his throat, and the contents were the strongest kind of alcohol in the city.
Chapter 55 – Dancing with the Enemy
Bacchus and Seiryo were the only two confused as they looked to find Nic stuttering upwards with a tint of red on his face; not only that, but also had gritting teeth and a feral gaze. A low growl came from the accidentally drunk tyrant.
Seiryo stepped forward with shrugging arms. "Heh, oh well. Guess you can't call them all, right?"
"Who told you to make a call in the first place?!" Nic bellowed. In a sudden flash, he landed a fist across Seiryo's face, making the Dark Guild Mage fly back into the wall.
Bacchus smirked as he saw the sudden attack. "Say, that wasn't too shabby-" He was suddenly met at that instant, when turning to look at Nic, with a fist to his face, driving him into crashing the wall on the opposite side of the bar.
Nic snarled as he glowed. Sophie and Cana alike both remained as silent as possible while crippling in fear as Nic transformed into his Fist Plate. His pants and attire were still the same, yet his coat was tied by the sash that held the pants up, and the bricks on the coat were gone.
He looked around and saw a booze bottle. "Who spilled you! Tell me!" He stomped on it, breaking it completely. He then looked at a broken table. "I never said you could break!" He broke it into even more pieces when he used Karate Chop on it. He then looked at the broken bar. "I didn't say you could be still! DIE FOOL!" He lunged at the remaining bar counter and stuck out his palm, and upon touching it, his Force Palm made the counter shatter into fragments and fly into an array of places.
Seiryo looked startled as Nic was destroying furniture while blabbing out a bunch of insignificant reasons, which still led to shattering debris in all directions.
"Okay, did I miss something?" He wondered. "I-" He was silenced when Nic appeared in front and swung a kick across, making him gawk as his unintentional Low Sweep sent him crashing into the flooring several feet towards the drunken person's left.
Bacchus gave a twisted expression. "Hey now, guess someone can't hold their own liquor down."
Nic sourly turned towards Bacchus, his uncanny drunk expression making him fairly uncomfortable. "Bacchus, stop messing with Cana!"
"You need glasses? I wasn't-"
"SILENCE!" Nic lunged ahead with his fist coated in light blue, via Mach Punch. His blinding speed surprised Bacchus and the latter was helpless when his abdomen was struck, sending him crashing to the ground again.
"Who said you could lie down?! And did I say you could look at me?!" Nic roared as he attacked Bacchus viciously, prompting the S-Class Mage to quickly get up and attack.
Bacchus couldn't help but laugh as he charged. "HAHA! Man, you sure are wild!" He thrusted his palm fast, but Nic caught it and snarled. Without so much as even blinking, the drunken hero yanked Bacchus by the arm and twisted it.
"YAAHHH!" Bacchus yelled before he was met with a Jump Kick by Nic's right knee, sending the poor fool diagonally upwards towards the ceiling. Bacchus yelled as he fell down on his face and groaned as he laid on the floor.
"I didn't say you could lay on the floor!" Nic bellowed.
Bacchus angrily stood up and back at Nic, his left arm clenching his dislocated right one. "Man, you didn't say anything."
"I SAID SILENCE!" Nic rushed in and Bacchus was forced to defend. He pivoted and swiped at Nic with his left palm in a fast motion, so fast that it was almost invisible, but Nic swatted it away like it was nothing. "I never said you could attack me!"
Bacchus tried countering relentlessly, but no matter what, Nic snarled as he advanced while parrying and deflecting every shot thrown, outmatching Bacchus. "Oh man, this guy's reflexes and wildness! It's-"
"Don't talk back to me!" Nic bellowed harshly and suddenly became an ultrasonic flash as he initiated Close Combat just like that. Bacchus's Drunk-Chop Hanging Palm defense didn't have a prayer as a numerous barrage of punches, headbutts, and kicks bombarded him repeatedly. The Quatro Cerberus Mage was practically helpless as Nic pounded him to the shattered ground.
Cana and Sophie alike swallowed.
"Poor guy." Sophie muttered.
"He had it coming, but this is just sad." Cana said in a whisper. She and Sophie ducked back behind some furniture as shattered boarding flew over them and hit the wall.
As Bacchus flailed upon his style getting overpowered by a tyrannical drunk, Seiryo couldn't help but shiver at his core. He never saw such unnecessary rampaging by a drunk. He watched as Nic grabbed Bacchus's right arm and watched in horror as Nic drove Bacchus overhead and smashed into the flooring behind.
'T-The hell is this guy?!' He asked, watching Nic deliver pain onto Bacchus. 'I can't even read his movements or mind! It's life everything is on a whim!'
He got up slowly and cautiously and started to back away. A sudden creak sound came from a board he stepped on, which made him swallow hard before a feral Nic turned sharply around. He stared at him maliciously before turning his whole body. "Stop making noises!" He threw at helplessly battered Bacchus towards Seiryo, which caught everyone in horrific surprise.
Seiryo winced before making a mirror in front of himself, deflecting Bacchus's entire body and sending the poor mage crashing upside-down into the shelves right next to a cowering bartender.
"The poor fool." The bartender muttered weakly as he saw Bacchus's broken and battered arms and seeing his utter unconsciousness.
Nic rushed after Seiryo angrily. "I never said you could stop my attack!" He reeled back a glowing fist, which in this case was Brick Break.
"Oh no you don't!" Seiryo expanded the mirror in front of himself so as to make an enlarged shield. Nic brought Brick Break forward and drove it into the mirror, which led to it being shattered. Seiryo watched in horror as his defenses were literally shattered. 'What?! That attack broke through my Mirror Magic?! What the hell is going on with this guy?!'
Nic advanced and let out a snarl. "STOP BEING PETRIFIED BY FEAR!"
"NO! NOT THE FACE! ANYTHING BUT THE FACE…"
The entire bar's entrance burst into dust and debris as Nic's gruesome Brick Break battered the poor fool in one blow, destroying the entrance and windows of The Nectar's Well.
Fortunately for a certain someone, she managed to make it in time to find The Nectar's Well being sundered by the attack, and she remained flapping in place as she watched in slow motion as Seiryo was devoid of pupils with a gaping mouth, unconscious and covered in bruises.
Through the carnage, Staraptor could see Nic's figure. "That's Nic's doing, but…" She looked as Nic made out, still giving a vile look wherever he stared at. Immediately it clicked with the bar and Nic's distraught expression. "Oh god, it happened again."
Nic looked at a few unconscious mages and twisted his face, pointing an accusing finger. "Don't lie down! No slacking! HRAH!" He conjured up a yellow orb of focused energy and launched Focus Blast, making the ground quake upon impact and sending many helpless souls in random directions.
Staraptor shook her head as she looked at the mayhem down below. "This is bad. Not to mention borderline tranny." All she could do at this point was watch as Nic bellowed and pointed at random objects.
"Window, stop being open!" He pointed at an open window in one of the buildings. "Answer me!" He attacked it and shattered it but a fist. He turned around and pointed at another building some ways away. "Why do you have bright colors?!" No answer. "SPEAK!" He lunged and destroyed a large fraction of the small building with a solemn Hi Jump Kick, sending more dust all around.
Cana and Sophie both emerged from the bar sheepishly as Nic's rampage started to head west, and they looked with nervous sweatdrops as buildings, windows, plants, anything in general get either obliterated or broken into pieces by Nic.
As Nic was starting to get out of sight, Sophie managed to calm down. "I was hoping that one memory would stay locked away, but…"
"Didn't expect it to come back and haunt us. Right?" Cana said.
"Yes." Sophie looked back at the remains of the bar. Everything inside looked as though a tsunami had hit it. Nothing was left in one piece; furniture, ceiling, all tarnished. "This is even worse than before. I feel sorry for Bacchus."
"That pig had it coming, but he didn't deserve that kind of fate." Cana sighed and put hands to her hips as she watched Nic rampage onwards. "Well this is an awkward turn of events."
Staraptor descended right next to Sophie, her appearance shocking the two. "Yeah, and because Nic took out one of the elites, this'll no doubt bring unwanted attention."
Sophie looked at the avian. "Staraptor?"
Staraptor looked at Nic for a long time and turned towards Sophie and Cana. "We'll have to settle this situation the best way possible. Did you get your intel?"
Cana nodded. "Yeah, you can say that. That bartender inside said that four lacrima around the city were designed to drain more of a mages power to possibly charge a weapon…though, I don't think he'll be talking again anytime soon."
"I can imagine. It seems we'll have no other option but to engage the enemy if and when we make our next move." Staraptor was actually a little thrilled to be entering the fray. "Also, there's something else. There are several troops stationed at each tower, meaning no matter how you look at it, you're gonna exhaust yourselves."
Cana grunted and looked in another direction. "Well we don't have much of any option now. Get ready! I'll take the north one."
"I'll take the east." Staraptor said.
Sophie turned towards west, where a certain someone was leaving everything in ruin. "And…well, as you can see, Nic's drunken rampage is leading him west, so that leaves me with south."
Staraptor nodded and spread her wings. "Begin the pursuit!" She flew off as the girls went in their own directions, heading towards their respective targets.
In the same dark domain, the elites of Ghoul's Coffin felt Seiryo's defeat. This was a little impact on them, and the leader's silhouette stood up as the massive weapon behind him was still charging.
The silhouette faded and revealed a man with a bone-white Ghoul's Coffin sign on his forehead. His green eyes were in contrast to the dark red outlines of his eyes. He had shoulder length white hair. He had on a long-sleeved shirt that had tattered edging on the bottom below with dark red sash keeping it in place. The shirt itself was gray and left his left pectoral showing, though the sleeve was still connected to the rest of the shirt, almost as though it was unzipped. His lower half consisted of black pants and brown boot-like sandals.
He kept a quiet disposition. "It would seem Seiryo has fallen."
A faint image of another man showed. He had a mature facial figure with blue eyes. He had a very short goatee and pale-brown hair in a short, low ponytail, as well as a long bang framing the left side of his face. His bright red shoulder pads had silver edging. He had on a short-sleeved loose white shirt with bright red edging on the sleeves, which overlapped loose gray long sleeves underneath. The bright red collar had a line connecting the bright red Ghoul's Coffin insignia to the collar. A silver belt separated his shirt from the magenta pants that had bright red boots and red shin guards with silver edging.
"Well Kaulas, now that Seiryo was defeated, shall we take action?"
Kaulas kept the same expression on his face, unemotional. "Yes, eradicate them. The Zeus Cannon must not falter with the supply of Magic."
Another silhouette faded, revealing the flamboyant, tall figure from before. His black hair was in a bowl cut, and each side had a blue peacock feather. His black eyes were outlined in spring green. He had a distinct and huge grin. He had a peacock tail-like cape and frills for cuffs on the sleeves. His shoulders had blue peacock heads with one wing each. His blue dress shirt had two spring green peacocks facing the other. Over that was a purple suit and tight pants, with the elbows having blue feathers. To finish he had spring green dance shoes.
"So, it would seem we'll be making some new friends. Oh the joyous occasion!" He enthusiastically shouted with a pose with arms over his head.
"Ah, oui. New friends in your case, but not for us~." The French voice came from a man that was very slim. He had tall, spiky green hair that was rather messy. Dark red outlined his monocle. He had on a black suit with a dark red vest and brighter red tie, His shoes were pointed and curved, and he adorned a long cape that was black on the outside and red inside, also sporting curved, spiked edging for a high collar.
"GAHAHAHA! I've been waiting a long time for this!" Little ghouls surrounded the man as he laughed while flicking his tongue wildly. He had messy black hair with a psycho expression on his face. His coat was purple and was buttoned. It had yellow edging, buttons, and the inside was yellow. The long sleeves were edged in yellow. His blue pants had a tear on the knee cap and on the thighs, respectively on the left and right thigh. He also had black shoes.
Kaulas grinned weakly. "Very well. Engage and eliminate. The Zeus Cannon cannot be tarnished."
The individual members then dispatched, leaving Kaulas to turn around at the weapon. He spectated it longingly as it continued to charge with the pink lacrima all around it.
"Everyone knows that there is a weapon formidable known as the Jupiter Cannon, which focuses Magic into a charged point. But what many do not know was that there is a weapon of equal potency, and requires more Magic. Unlike Jupiter, with the right amount of power, it'll have enough power to rival an immense Abyss Break – The Zeus Cannon. The Cannon that brings a God's Judgement."
"Get back here!" Natsu chased a fellow bandit through the city of Cedar. He rushed with Happy by his side as the two were starting to pick up the pace. "Fire Dragon's Sword Horn!" He lunged head first into bandit's back, making the crook hit the pavement.
"Ice-Make: Lance!" Gray shot lances made of ice and struck down numerous guys in one blow.
Erza slashed at two guys in one fell swoop. She then turned around and saw Natsu getting his bandit and tying him up. She looked at Gray and saw his share frozen stiff, literally.
"Sky Dragon's Wing Attack!" Wendy sent many guys sailing into the air screaming and they all fell the ground with a thud, dizzy beyond recognition. "How's that?"
Carla nodded. "Good, but look closely child." She pointed towards Lucy. "Lucy and Michelle are in trouble."
Michelle stayed behind Lucy as five bandits surrounded them. She looked rather nervous. "Big sister?"
Lucy grabbed one of her Zodiac Keys. "Don't worry Michelle, I can handle this." She held out the key. "Open: Gate of the Scorpion – Scorpio!"
Lucy and Michelle waited as the key was gonna open, but for some reason, it didn't work.
"Uh…" Lucy sweatdropped. "Scorpio? Scorpio? Oh don't tell me you're on a date with Aquarius!"
"Lucy! Come on!" Natsu shouted, punching another guy with a flaming fist.
"Get in here! We could use some help here!" Gray shouted, shooting more of his Ice-Make.
"I'm trying! Open: Gate of the Sea Goat – Capricorn!"
Yet again, nothing happened. The bandits started closing in with mischievous smirks.
"What?!" Lucy was in a frantic panic. "Loke?! Aries?! Anybody?! Pretty please!"
The bandits were about to touch her and Michelle, but a sudden twister sent the men soaring overhead.
"Lucy, are you alright?" Wendy asked. The bandits struck the side of a building, where they fell to the floor and Happy and Carla proceeded in tying them up.
"Well, that should be the last of'em." Gray remarked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Man that felt good!" Natsu remarked proudly, but then turned towards Lucy. "Say Lucy, what's the problem? You got gas or something?"
"Cork it! No such thing!" She fumed. She then looked down at her keys. "I don't know. For some reason, my Spirits wouldn't show."
Erza stepped in with the converging group, intrigued by how Lucy's Celestial Spirits wouldn't open their gates. "It's strange. Aren't they supposed to arrive when you summon them?"
"Yeah." Lucy's frown got heavier. "I wonder what's going on?"
Natsu crossed his arms. "Somehow I got a bad feeling about this."
Lucy stared at her keys in worry. "Me too. Hopefully it's only temporary."
Sophie ran as fast as she could towards the south end. She ran through the open avenue as the lacrima was in sight. She was getting closer to the objective but suddenly felt a surge of Magic power that forced her to put on foot ahead of herself and skid to a stop.
A hostile look was on her face as her eyes scrutinized the area around. "Someone's here. I can feel it."
Sophie began to feel the Magic converge, but there wasn't a direct point. She looked underneath and sensed nothing below, but that's when she saw a faint shadow and her instincts told her to look up.
Looking up, she saw a pale ghost figure hovering above her. The sudden shock caused her to gasp and nearly fall on her butt. She caught herself and jumped back to gain distance as the ghost descended and had a hollow smiley face.
Sophie narrowed her eyes as her nerves crawled all over. "What kind of sick joke is this?"
"GYAHAHAHAHA! Sick joke is right! That face you made was almost priceless!"
That wicked voice got under her skin and the ghost swerved through the air and backed away as a figure appeared from one of the building walls ahead. His crazed psychotic expression with a hanging tongue made Sophie shiver up and down her spine and backed up a step.
"GAHAHAAAH! This is too priceless! Finally, I get to put my scare on!" He shouted with such enthusiasm it was almost sickening. The ghost circled around over his head as he flicked his tongue and laughed nonstop.
Sophie sweatdropped. "Oh great. Out of all the guys I get to fight, I get the crazy one."
"GAHA! You know it's rude not to introduce yourself! Call me Boig, and let me introduce you to my little friends!" He maniacally smiled as he extended out his arms, and a couple more ghosts arose from out of his sleeves.
Four ghosts had hollow expressions that were either wailing or smiling-like.
"Alright little lady! Let's rock!"
Sophie spread her legs to ready for the fight.
Heading north was Cana. She ran as fast as she could, all while hearing explosions from the west. She looked back at saw some dust arise.
"That guy's demeanor's gonna come out of the reward money." She sighed. Letting the matter settle itself out, she ran on ahead, but as she stepped on the ground, a figure started rising up from behind.
Cana went on until she suddenly felt a surge of Magic. The sudden impulse forced her to a stop and she looked around, trying to see where the power's source was.
"Where…"
She turned around to see rocks and bits of the pavement fly like rapid bullets. She barely dodged and landed to see smoldering debris wedged in the spot where she stood previously.
"That was close." She looked back in the direction where the attack came from. "Alright, who did that?"
"Non, non, non! That won't work for you, mademoiselle!" The other elite of Ghoul's Coffin was the one who spied on them as they left the north end earlier. His green hair was what intrigued her.
He adjusted his monocle. "Oh, what is this? You are startled, yes?"
Cana grunted and pointed at him. "Dream on! I'm not gonna let some skinny punk stop us! Innocent lives are what's at stake here!"
Hearing the anger in her voice, he tilted his body a little. "Oh, yes. That we are aware of." His expression turned dark when he adjusted himself. "But as you know…" His eyes narrowed. "Innocence will only get you so far until you collapse into war."
"War…?" Cana was more than a little confused until she started to piece things together. The slim body, the green hair, the Earth Magic; soon enough the answer hit her like a ton of bricks. She gasped in shock. "Wait! You've gotta be kidding me!"
"Ah, so your memory isn't as weak as it may seem. Seven years and this is what happens. As you recall, it is I, Monsieur Sol of the Element Four!"
Cana's eyes narrowed. "You were with Phantom Lord."
"That is correct. As you recall, our guild was utterly defeated." Spite arose among his sentence as he flashed back to the collapse of his guild in the war. "Phantom's reputation was sullied, and all because Fairy Tail had strong mages. But now I have new power, and shall take back the ruin that Phantom was placed in."
Cana gritted her teeth as she flashed her cards.
Sol's eyes narrowed and his expression darkened again. "Prepare yourself, for after this, Nic Pularis and that avian shall pay for last time!"
Beyond the carnage, Nic wobbled before coming to a stop, though he felt dizzy in all the wrong ways. His head throbbed as he rubbed it with his right hand. "My head feels as though I was stomped on by Rhyhorn, and how did I end up here?" He looked to find himself in his Fist Plate, when he remembered being in his Earth Plate. "Just what happened?" He turned around, his surprises never ending.
Behind him was nothing but sheer disaster. It was as though a hurricane that tarnished all that was behind Nic. Shattered buildings and debris took up the streets as far as the eye could see. Dust and smoke arose from a few spots. It was more like a Gyarados rampaged through the city. "Did I do that?" He asked in shock.
Pain suddenly sprouted and Nic grabbed his aching head some more and turned forward. "What happened?" He remained as still as possible and his breathing remained in check; soon enough a memory arose. "Oh right, that booze bottle fell on me."
He slowly turned back around at the disaster area that seemed to go on forever. 'I hope Staraptor, Cana, and Sophie are okay.'
"Oh, don't think that you'll be off the hook~!"
The voice caused Nic to immediately turn back ahead and found a figure standing before him. To his surprise it was Sophie, yet for some odd reason, he was a little uneasy as she approached him.
"Nic!" She shouted. She caught up to him and huffed a little. "So glad…you made it…out okay."
Nic kept a stern gaze as he flipped on his sunglasses. He remained cautious though it was Sophie after all. "Yes, me too." He looked away. "Hopefully Cana and Staraptor are alright. By any chance have you encountered them?"
Sophie shook her head. "Sorry, not a clue."
"…I see." Nic turned around to look back at the wreckage. "Well judging by the sun, I guess I'm heading west. That being said from I remember, the lacrima tower should be-"
As his suspicions pointed out, his reflexes kicked in and immediately shifted. "Rolling Kick!" He delivered a swift roundhouse that was met by Sophie's own leg. Both were at a standstill as Nic kept grunting while Sophie smirked.
Seeing as how the fake out tactic failed, Sophie jerked back for room. "Well that led nowhere. It seems that Sol was right. You are troublesome up close." Sophie puffed quickly into a small dust cloud and revealed who she really was all along. It was the man that had the peacock attire.
"Ah, very clever." He pointed out, though not smirking. "But that won't save you from my art!" He struck a pose and spun around in place, spinning with his huge open grin.
Nic remained calm no matter what. 'I see, so he used Transformation Magic. If he transformed into Sophie, that meant he got a good description or look at her.' Nic's eyes narrowed and grunted.
"Memory-Make: Stone Lightning!" Sophie made a chain of memories that turned into lightning that blasted down from above. The ghosts were all hit randomly, making them turn to stone. Sophie kept her guard up as the ghosts fell to the ground and shattered, but what disturbed her was that they all emerged from the shattered stone and levitated like nothing happened.
"GAHAHAHA! Try your luck again! I dare ya!" Boig hollered. He extended his arm out. "You're only wasting your Magic! Those lacrima are just gonna sap more and more out of ya! Get her!"
The ghosts all swooped in to attack Sophie. They all rushed past her. Surprisingly, they all felt more solid than what she imagined. She skidded back some feet and grunted.
"GAHAHAHA! You like my Legend of City Magic? I can use specters at my disposal, meaning you're outnumbered in any case girly!" Boig's crazed expression went even more psychotic as he raised his arms, releasing more ghosts from his sleeves. "Have at her! Wailing Rush!"
The numerous ghosts rushed like a small torrent and attacked Sophie. As they converged, Sophie quickly made a counter by pointing her index finger at her forehead. "Memory-Make: Jagged Barrier!"
A huge wall suddenly arose from the ground with ice protruding, in which the ghosts all rushed in and crashed into. The ground shook as pieces of the wall chipped off.
Sophie's eyes narrowed as she saw the phenomenon. 'Wait, can't ghosts faze through walls?' She was cut off when the remaining ghosts all gave hollow smiles and fazed through the wall and her, though to her shock, nothing happened. She had expected some damage, but that felt like a ghastly breeze passing her. She looked back at Boig when the wall returned to the earth and saw the spirits circling around him as his tongue flicked in and out.
'Whatever he's doing, he's changing the properties of those specters. Maybe I can find a weak point through that.'
Nic's opponent gave a large frown as he glared at him. "You! I cannot have these plans tarnished by the likes of you!"
Nic snickered as he glowed, shifting back into himself with his sunglasses still on. "The feeling is mutual. I am Nic Pularis, a member of Fairy Tail."
His opponent struck a pose with his fingers tucked in and pointed ahead. "Oh? Well I'll have you know mister that I happen to be a mage myself! Although I use my powers for a sinister organization." His grin returned. "My colleagues call me Bravado, but you can call me Pavo, Luminous."
"Very well then." Nic got into a fighting stance. "Let's see how you fare when I fight to stop the lacrima towers. Lives are at stake, and I won't falter when something like that is considered!"
Pavo's eyes narrowed and he struck a new pose. "Very well, let us see how you fare against my elegance! Behold!"
Pavo dashed ahead with noble elegance. He kicked, but Nic jumped overhead and landed behind. Both turned around to face the other and jabbed with precision. Their fists met each other, and a loud echo boomed as their knuckles collided. Nic easily overpowered and thrust his fist ahead, and Pavo quickly used the shot-back to his advantage and pivoted to look away from Nic. He then broke into a skip and backflipped high into the air, the sun over his head as he looked down at Nic.
"Descending Peck Memoir!" He hollered out, with his shoe tips pointed at Nic.
"Crush Claw!" Nic thrust his blue glowing hand upwards, intercepting Pavo's assault.
Both attacks met and were surprisingly at even grounds. Pavo rebound from the interception by backflipping while still in midair and did a one-hand handstand and pivoted, doing a swirling kick that Nic easily defended with his right arm. Nic then used the opportunity and raised his foot.
"Stomp!"
Nic stomped his foot on Pavo's back as he was still doing a handstand and smashed him into the ground, sending dust all about.
Pavo was seen with Nic's foot pressed on his back and he bent his lower body in a high arch, making his shoes aimed to strike Nic's knee.
'What flexibility!' Nic had no option than to back away as he was forced to dodge the arched kick. Pavo got back up and back on his feet. He quickly advanced and attacked with a pointed jab. Nic quickly deflected it with a swat and jabbed ahead with his now active Mega Punch, but Pavo's dance moves allowed him to dodged with an elegant spin.
Nic grunted as he took notice of Pavo's style. 'He's using dance moves as an offense and defense; and from the felt of that first blow, it's fair to bet that he adds his Magic into his limbs, similar to Bacchus.'
Pavo raised a brow. "You are wasting your time. All my life I have been practicing the fine art of Kenpo in all respective forms! No matter what way, my brilliant artistry shall never be overlooked by you!"
He gave a pose with arms and hands over his head, and surprising as it was, the peacocks on his shoulders opened their mouths. "Now, prepare for a magnificent recital!"
Nic's eyes under his sunglasses widened a little as two images of peacocks became clear behind Pavo. The images faded and Pavo glowed a pink aura to signify his Magic Power.
"Peacock Capoeira!" Pavo lunged with his incredibly long legs and then began his arduous assault of leg strikes. As surprising as it was, his kicks were in rhythm when he lashed them repeatedly. Nic ducked and evaded as fast and as nimble as he could while avoiding the cartwheels and the kicks that happened with the cartwheels.
As Nic jerked back from a cartwheel kick, Pavo used the momentum and twisted his body back to standing up and did a reverse roundhouse kick. "Take this!"
"Dizzy Punch!"
Nic's Normal-Type move met with Pavo's face while Pavo's leg got Nic's abdomen. There was a severe tension in the air and Nic grunted and Pavo did as well. Both were still before five seconds past; that's when a shockwave sent the two back.
Nic grunted as he went into a skid on his feet into a building behind him, while Pavo cried while as he broke into his own skid, on his face, into the building behind him. Dust blew all about respectively and the two were seen against cracked walls.
Nic was seen pressed against the wall but still on his feet. "Damnit. That booze's after effects are still affecting my reflexes. I didn't act fast enough on that one."
Pavo coughed as he got back up. "My Peacock Capoeira...easily thwarted by that Fairy Tail mage." He stood back up with a growl. "Okay that's it, from now on I'm going all out. You understand the words coming out of my mouth?"
Nic didn't give an immediate response, but still answered. "I'd be insulted if you didn't." Even with him fighting Pavo, something felt off.
'This person. I don't understand just yet, but for some reason, even when I look through him, I don't see any ill-will. Why?'
Cana swiped with her cards as she used them to slice rocks in half. The rocks fell apart behind her and she weakly panted from exhaustion.
Sol tilted his body. "Oh, what is this? Perhaps the earlier ambush of Seiryo exhausted your Magic after all."
"Damn you." Cana panted as she held up more cards. She was trying to be weary around Sol, but his nimble and thin body made it hard for her to direct a very accurate projectile. The odds of him being hit were low given the 7 year gap and the fact his Magic Power enhanced, as to where she was still weakened from earlier.
Sol scooped his arms high. "Roche Concerto!" The ground beneath Cana cracked and shattered, giving way to a barrage of rocks that bombarded her. She covered up as she skidded back with her left arm as support.
Suddenly, a hole emerged from behind her, where Sol emerged. Cana whipped her head back only to get a barrage of rocks as he swiped his arm at her. Cana screamed as she fell on her back onto the ground.
Sol stood over Cana as she was having a hard time standing back up. "Oh, n'est pas finit? Suppose I could rapture in your anguish some more, oui?"
Cana got back to her feet and panted. Her body was covered in more than a few scratches and scrapes, but it wasn't enough to keep her down.
"So you went so low as to joining a Dark Guild, all to get revenge on us? You're even more sick than I imagined." She stated. "But what left me sickened even more, was that you took pleasure in Mira being abducted."
Sol adjusted his monocle. "Ah, that day was the day Phantom should've triumphed, yet Nic Pularis and his creatures of vast powers ruined everything!"
"He just finished what you guys started." Cana flashed some more cards. "And now I intend to do the same! Summoned Lightning!" Cana grabbed three cards and a green Magic seal appeared in front. Out then shot multiple light green bolts that went at Sol.
"Non, non, non!" Without lifting a finger, Sol's eyes instead widened and rocks arose from the earth all around, surrounding him in a veil of pavement and rock that took the lightning bolts. The pavement exploded into dust, but Sol was seen unscathed.
Cana's eyes showed frustration. "You're kidding me!" She then felt a sharp pain blossom within and she dropped to a knee panting. "Damn…those lacrima are really…driving me nuts."
Sol's eyes narrowed and smirked. "Then perhaps I should put you out of your misery! Sable Dance!" Sol swiped his arms and created a swirling tempest of sand that engulfed the Card Mage, leaving her with no room and left to be buffeted by the onslaught.
"Tell me! What are you guys doing?" She shouted through the swirling sand.
"You want to know?" Sol inquired. "Perhaps it wouldn't hurt. Not like you can do a thing about it."
"Just tell me!"
Sol's smirked grew. "Those four lacrima all over the city are specifically designed with Magic Absorption and directly linked to what its purpose is. The Zeus Cannon!"
"Zeus…Cannon?" Cana asked confusedly before getting brushed harshly on her left by Sable Dance.
"That is correct. I have heard of the incident not long after of this Thunder Palace that one of your guild mates used, n'est pas? The Zeus Cannon is exactly like the Jupiter Cannon, which it charges with lacrima, but there is a catch."
Cana's eyes narrowed.
"It's true that the Zeus Cannon needs much more Magic and time than the Jupiter Cannon, but its effects are ever so more expansive. Everything within the lacrima perimeter shall be swallowed up when the Zeus Cannon is fired; perhaps it would be best to think of it as a mix of this Thunder Palace and Abyss Break, non?"
Cana's eye widened in horror at where this was leading. Now she knew, and the fact that the entire city was gonna be wiped out did not sit well. Frustration swelled inside of her as sand buffeted her repeatedly, scraping her all over.
"And now we are so close to the full charge! Once that happens, we shall fire the Zeus Cannon upwards and it'll come raining down, reducing everything to ash!" Sol tilted his body slightly as he let out a laughter that would make anybody sick.
He adjusted his monocle and extended his arms out. "And there shall be nothing of which that you can do! Sand Explosion!" A Magic seal emerged from in front of him and suddenly the entire avenue erupted in an explosion of sand. The area was large, as buildings and domains alike were topped with sand. The ground especially was nothing but a desert.
Sol laughed as he thought he was triumphant. "Ah, pleasure doing business with you! I bid you adieu!" He turned around and started walking away. He was beginning to take a few steps when he felt a sudden humidity arise. "Hm?"
Turning around, he saw damp sand expanding from one spot. It continued to expand and caught Sol's curiosity. Suddenly water sprouted from the center and gushed wildly all around.
"What is this?!" He was most shocked when he saw past the water to find Cana at its base, holding onto her Prayer's Fountain Card.
Cana was a little banged up to say the least, but she didn't show any signs of wear from the Sand Magic other than the few specks of grain all over, which irritated her. The water sprinkles from the volatile water washed off the grains and left her skin in droplets of water that reflected her fury and resolution.
"You honestly think that something as little as dropping a sandbox is gonna stop me? I don't think so!" She yelled angrily. "If anyone's gonna be put out of their misery, it's you for stooping so low!"
"C'est impossible!" Sol exclaimed.
"HRAH!" Cana extended her arm out and the volatile water went surging at Sol. The fountain's violent currents rushed and swallowed up Sol. The corrupted mage found himself spiraling through the air as water hammered him from below.
"No~n! Curse you!" As the water settled down, Sol was left to straighten out in the air and make a Magic seal. "Platre Sonata!" A large clenched fist made of plaster shot from the seal after Cana down below.
Cana flashed two cards. 'I only get one shot at this. If I can deflect it and strike him, that should do it.' She then waved her two cards furiously. "Alright! Let's try it! Wind Edge!"
She waved her cards in an arc that went past her right side. Her ideal solution was using the current to make the Platre Sonata change course and give her an opportunity to dodge. The wind arch's current went at such a high velocity, and Sol's attack darted right into it. There was a brief moment of reluctance and dismay as the Platre Sonata wanted to continue its course, but the current swept it to the side. The enormous fist plunged into the sand beside Cana, resulting in a quick explosion that she ducked away from and provided the sand as a cushion.
Sol's eyes widened in sheer shock as he fell from the air above. "My Platre Sonata, deflected like that bird did long ago!"
Cana used her arms as support and arched up. She reached for some cards and flashed them. "This is what happens to jerks like you when you don't take after Gajeel and Juvia! Thunderbolt's Fate!"
Cana jumped back up on her feet and swiped her cards, sending endless bolts of lightning that surged at a midair Sol. Sol screamed as he twitched upon getting struck. He wailed haphazardly as he took the attack without defending himself properly and fell to the sandy ground. His unconscious body was covered in static as he twitched.
Cana kept a frown as she panted some more. She almost collapsed if not for herself maintaining her footing, but she was well enough to press onwards through the sandy avenue. With her opponent lying in the dust, literally, she panted as she kept her gaze focused on the lacrima far ahead. "Man, I could really go for some booze after this is all over."
Nic skidded on his heels left as he dodged a kick from Pavo, quickly maneuvering into a jump to dodge a second kick. In midair, Nic looked down to find Pavo smiling, which still seemed odd to him. He was giving his all, and yet nothing about this guy seemed…right.
Regardless, in midair still, he glowed and shifted into his Dread Plate. The shoes and pants were still nevertheless the same color and shade as the Type, yet the coat was a midnight blue with black edging, where it was held in place by a gray belt with a Dusk Ball symbol. Everything else more or less was the same.
"Feint Attack!" Nic vanished in midair as he attempted a kick, which confused Pavo.
"Hm?" Pavo's eyes gazed about until a chill ran up his spin. He was too late when a sudden kick to the back of the head sent him face first into a building's intact wall, sending dust all about. Nic landed on the ground and kept a still gaze as he anticipated for Pavo to emerge. Soon enough his suspicions were dead on and a sudden somersault kick swung down from the dust cloud, yet he scooted back and dodged.
Pavo appeared from the settling dust and wiped his face and defined chin. "Persistent, Nic. Very persistent."
"I fail to see how you take amusement in the fact that you're doing this for your own gain." Nic countered harshly, despite his cool and calm tone. "Is there really a point as to why you're attempting to possibly destroy Dahlias? Is there a true cause? Whatever the case, I can't appreciate how a fellow artist's own work is nothing but garbage."
"Wh-wuh-g-GARBAGE?!" Pavo bellowed in deep offense. "I'll have you know mister that my dancing is but a brilliant work of art in its own right!" He clasped his hands overhead and stuck a leg out from behind. "I have perfected Kenpo in all manner of ways! How is that garbage?!"
Nic kept his disappointed scowl hidden behind his sunglasses. "Have you ever considered art other than dancing and tyranny?"
"Hm?" Pavo looked confused.
"Not that you would know, but I'm partly an artist myself. Although my combative front is art in its own right, I technically mean that I draw and craft art to please others, not to sway them from helping others."
Pavo raised a brow. "Oh? And just what exactly are you going on about, mister?"
Nic wasn't swayed by Pavo's misunderstanding, so he cut to the chase. "The point I'm making is that your definition of beautiful is nothing more than garbage, and helping a Dark Guild harm innocent bystanders is poor taste."
Pavo nearly fell over in overdramatic fashion. He scooted back with chattered teeth in revelation. "My art…not beautiful!"
"That's right!" Nic rushed in a flash as Pavo was still distraught, striking him across the face with a fist. Pavo stuttered back from the sudden assault. "Art is also the beauty within one's ideals!"
Pavo grunted as he struck a new pose. "So, you think your 'art' is better?"
"I don't have time for anymore references, nor the patience to deal with it. It's time we finish this."
"Try me, bub!" Pavo got up to one leg and on his tiptoes. "Glory's Integrity!" Pavo did a 360 roundhouse that Nic ducked, but as Pavo followed through, his peacock tail-like cape remained folded and followed through, grazing Nic harshly as the latter tumbled out of his reach. Nic felt a quick pain in the shoulder where the cape struck, but ascertained focus when an axe kick shot down from above. He blocked it in time with his forearm and grunted at the impact.
'This guy's kicks are formidable. Not to mention his varied fighting dance moves.' Nic swatted the foot away and jumped back, upon gaining ground he opened his mouth and fired Dark Pulse, which went shooting at Pavo. Seeing the attack, Pavo did a standstill spin with arms over his head, his leg and cape reaching out and Dark Pulse struck the twirling cape, surprisingly being deflected and struck another building's wall.
Nic's eyes widened in shock as Pavo stopped twirling and pointed at him. "HA! See that?" He struck another pose. "As you can see, my peacock-like elegance cannot be tampered, thus any material and projectiles will just bounce right off. HA!"
'Damnit, so it's like a Mirror Coat of sorts.' Nic thought. 'So that cape is one of his defenses. If I can stop its direction deflection, I should be able to strike him with long range.' Nic spread his legs apart and clasped his hands together. A white energy was emerging. "Embargo!" He reached out with the energy that became similar to chains. The chains shot rapidly and entangled themselves all around Pavo before vanishing. As surprising as it was, Pavo only felt confined for a few seconds before he felt free as a songbird.
Still, he was curious. "Just what was that supposed to accomplish?"
"You'll see." Nic kept his legs spread. "It's true your cape allows you to deflect all forms of matter like Reflector Magic, but it's useless if not applied like so." Nic opened his mouth and shot another Dark Pulse. "Dark Pulse!"
The attack went shooting at Pavo, but he readied himself.
"HA! History shall repeat itself!" He twirled in place again and his leg and folded cape protruded out. "I cannot be brought down that easily-!" Through it all, Dark Pulse struck him and engulfed him in an explosion. Pavo screamed as he went upside down and back first into a building wall, leaving him to get buried under the rubble.
"You should try and consider the fact that the same move won't ever work twice." Nic implied. "That is, unless you got a fail-safe."
The rocks shifted and Pavo shot back up, outraged. Despite his slight huffing and multitude of scrapes, he was still standing. A few more of those and he might not last for the most part.
"You! How did you smudge my elegance?!" He demanded.
Nic kept a calm disposition. "Embargo's target won't allow him or her to use any items' effects. You can say that it's a type of confinement for your cape."
Pavo clenched his fists as his enormous teeth and mouth gritted. "Clever fox!" He growled.
Nic continued scrutinizing Pavo, as though something still wasn't right. 'Still, something about him seems vaguely off. I had this feeling somewhere before, but it was a long time ago…'
"Take a look!" Pavo's voice got Nic's attention and he saw Pavo reaching for the two peacock with wings perched on his shoulder. He grabbed them and put them at the base of his shoe tips. "This is the prime art of my Kenpo fighting style. Peacock's Awakening!"
While the peacock on his shoes were still, his cape unfolded and showed the full length of a peacock's tail. The sudden change in Magic somewhat startled Nic.
Pavo laughed a bit before his enormous grin returned. "You surprised? Well you should be. The pinnacle of my Kenpo. I don't need my cape, it's just for a flashy display, whereas my true art lies in this!" He lunged at Nic with great speed, surprisingly faster with the peacock wing on each side of the shoe now. "Take this!"
He kicked ahead with his right leg, where the peacock let loose a fury of pecks that startled Nic and made him jump out of the way. As he dodged, the wall behind him shattered into little bits, leaving Nic's surprises mounted.
'What? His kicking prowess drastically increased! Those peacock ornaments enhanced his destructive prowess!' He was new to this dance ordeal of a fighting style, but he never expected for this guy to be of endless surprises.
Pavo retracted the peacock head and his leg alike, slowly turning his head towards Nic with his huge grin. "Smart thinking, as the beaks are where the Magic is compressed and let loose upon the smallest touch." He raised his foot high. "Think of my kicks as getting shot by a bullet, only this time, the bullet's caliber explodes upon touch." His grin looked slightly wicked. "Prepare to be perpetrated!"
Pavo kicked again and the peacock head lengthened outwards. Nic dodged to his right and watched it retract, only to see Pavo kick with his other leg, where the second peacock head went to strike. Nic jumped up and the peacock head punctured the ground, erupting the ground in a three-foot radius to cave in.
Nic landed and grunted. "I must admit, that got me by surprise."
Pavo kept his grin. "See? I'm not one full of tricks ya know! My eyes can see clearly that your blue ones are still anticipating surprises to come!"
What Pavo said threw Nic off. "Blue?"
"Yes blue! Have you looked in a mirror, or did you not know your eyes were blue?!"
Nic blinked and he pulled off his sunglasses. "I thought my eyes changed…"
Pavo pulled out a mirror. "Here! Take a time out!" He threw the mirror at Nic, who otherwise accepted it. He was still on guard, but he was still curious. He pulled the hand-sized mirror close and saw that his eyes were indeed the exact same, and not midnight blue.
"That's odd. I thought my eyes changed when I shifted." He put his spare hand to his chin. "Was this just an early adaptation?"
Nic was never the vanity type of guy; in fact, he didn't even know why he was caring about his appearance at all. The only explanation was that he was still trying to overcome his sober. His sober was a real hinder this battle; his movements were sluggish, and he could barely dodge those kicks and strikes. And now he was worried about how his eyes never changed properties. He would have to ask his friends later on, because he had no idea if it was an early adaptation that stopped after a short while or if it was recently when he got a new eye.
Nic shook his head to try and relieve himself, yet he was still feeling some slight sober. He clenched the handle tighter and shifted into his Mind Plate. Nic briefly looked down at the mirror and saw that his eyes were still normal.
"Time's up big shot!" Pavo shouted. To that, Nic narrowed his eyes and threw back the mirror.
"Much obliged." Nic said as Pavo caught his own mirror.
Pavo put away his mirror and looked with a scowl. "Gyah! Vanity can't be overlooked! That's why I gave you this time out, but no more understand! Now feel Peacock's Awakening! YAHOO!" Pavo leaped into the air super high with a pose, his winged elbows and shoes giving more bounce than previously, and the unfolded peacock cape only made it that much easier for him to gain some height.
Nic got to a knee and closed his eyes. 'Damn this situation. I'm still sober. My movements aren't as fast, and I'm digressing. I gotta clear them out.' He furrowed his brows and let out a small breath as Pavo let out a flamboyant laugh above.
"Calm Mind." Nic's body flashed a bright light that emanated light ripples that converged into him. The sudden tactic somewhat surprised Pavo as Nic was going defensive. Nic remained in his one-knee stance as the light ripples began to fade.
As Pavo reached a critical point, Nic stood back up and reached for his sunglasses and put them back on. With his mind back to being focused, he glanced up at a now descending Pavo.
"Say goodbye!" Pavo descended downwards, and his peacock cape was still unfolded, yet it was used as a glider as he swooped down to attack. "HIYAH!" He kicked as Nic remained still.
Suddenly before he could even touch him, Pavo suddenly found his entire body immobile and fixated in midair. He gasped in surprise as he couldn't even move the peacocks on his legs.
Nic kept a calm composure as his eyes were narrowed. "There, now that's more like it." With a single arm thrust, he sent Pavo soaring in a spiral into the debris from where he came from, making various objects and material fly.
Nic got back to a normal stance as he waited from the dust to settle. With a steady head back, he anticipated for Pavo to arise. Sure enough, his opponent arose from the rubble with more bruises than one could count.
"I didn't expect you to have some sort of push and pull form. What a predicament this has become." Pavo stated sourly. He became stiff when he saw how fast Nic lunged at him, leaving him open for a fist to the face, driving him into a vertical spin into the debris again.
"You…" Pavo got back to his feet and showed his expressive anger.
Nic's gaze narrowed some more. With his Mind Plate, he was able to see clearly, yet it was some sort of haze. He was seeing and feeling a lot of things that was somehow nerve-wracking. He felt determination, guilt, justice…yet the most peculiar thing he sensed was that somewhere in Pavo's mind, there was something that Nic wished he didn't see: Blood.
Nic immediately backed out of Pavo's mind and took a step back from shock. A small huff came from him and grunted. 'What was that just now?' He contemplated as Pavo advanced. 'It's like he knows what he's doing is wrong, and something far darker that led him here! Something that felt so…vile.'
"Go down!" Pavo tried unleashing a fury of his dancing fighting style, starting with a quick kick, but Nic was much faster than before now that his mind was not so sober anymore. Pavo roundhouse, swiftly struck with the palms, and used the peacocks, but Nic's reflexes were at full capacity, and not a single blow landed as Nic shifted, leaned, backflipped, and dodged.
"Your speed and reflexes increased?!" Pavo exclaimed.
Nic got to a knee stance after dodging a kick. Through his sunglasses, his eyes darted through Pavo's which were scared.
"Yes, now that I'm no longer sober, take this!" Nic thrust his palm out. "Heart Stamp!"
At that exact moment, Pavo lifted his leg and kicked. The peacock met with Nic's abdomen as the palm struck Pavo's own abdomen. As a pink heart expanded upon contact, it exploded and Pavo gagged as he shot backwards into a tumble while Nic grunted loudly as the shockwave from the kick to the abdomen sent him skidding backwards into rubble from a broken wall.
Both opponents got up and grunted; clenched fists got tighter and a wind past them, and then their eyes widened.
Simultaneously, they both lunged at each other with battlecries. Pavo kicked ahead with the peacock extended out. As the ornament closed in, time slowed down as Nic swatted it towards his left and closed the gap between them. Pavo's eyes widened as Nic's forehead showed a shining blue ball.
"Zen Headbutt!" Nic cried out, ramming his forehead into Pavo's abdomen. A bright flash shined as Pavo's mouth was wide and screaming up to the heavens. The force of Zen Headbutt shot Pavo back, crashing helplessly into the upper part of a building. He was seen in a cloud of dust at the same elevation and the dust cloud dispersed and Pavo fell to the ground on his abdomen with a harsh thud.
Nic stood triumphantly and quietly as his defeated opponent laid on the ground. He didn't look at Pavo, rather than the building he crashed into, spacing out.
'The heck was going through that guy's mind?' Nic thought with slight irritation. 'I still can't seem to understand clearly. His past was all too horrific, but as far as I'm concerned, he's not at all a threat. Still, what is this odd feeling that he's giving off?'
Pavo panted weakly as he was sprawled over the ground. "I surrender."
Nic looked down at him and examined his weakened body. He was clearly unable to move given his injuries. Nic chose to remain silent as Pavo panted some more before continuing.
His eyes remained open and kept a smile of pride. "There's no point in fighting this any longer. I congratulate you." His eyes closed. "Now, finish me."
Nic didn't move.
"You might as well. You won fair and square; and besides, Ghoul's Coffin would do it anyway."
Nic kept a frown as he still did nothing.
"Don't just stand there, get it over with!" His eyes opened as he tilted his head towards Nic. "Come on, finish me-!"
What Pavo saw was a hand reaching down to him, with Nic giving a warm smile. The appeal and gesture made Pavo's eyes shot wide with sheer shock and revelation.
"That was well-fought battle, Pavo." Nic commemorated. "And as far as that goes, there's really nothing more to say. Am I right?" He kept a smile of respect for his opponent as Pavo was left so moved by Nic's sight. He no longer saw Pavo as some form of enemy; sure an opponent, but after what he saw and sensed, it's not likely to consider Pavo an enemy.
Pavo shakily reached up as shock was still overtaking him. He accepted and grabbed Nic's hand and sat up.
Pavo was internally weeping with joy as this was something he'd last expect. 'This guy. He shows the dearest respect to those who deserve it. This one solemn individual deserves genuine praise.'
Nic's eyes closed. "However…"
"Huh-GHOH!"
Pavo was met with an axe kick to the back of the head, sending him driving to the ground with a gaping mouth.
"You still have to pay for the trouble you caused." Nic finished. As Pavo laid there, barely conscious, Nic's grin returned. "Though this doesn't change the respect you've earned for your fair fight." He turned away and shifted back into himself.
"Now since I'm at this point, it's fair to bet the lacrima tower is close by." Nic turned and started walking, leaving Pavo to groan.
'Well, he did finish me.' He mentally said as he started blacking out. With his gaping mouth, he grinned weakly as he watched the last bit of Nic walk off. 'It's as they said. He is the light to shine away darkness. Nic Pularis, perhaps you are the one…who can save us all.'
If you guys were paying attention throughout the story, I stopped making eye changes after the Meadow Plate, so assume that after the Phantom Lord Arc, his eyes were the same. Pavo will also be a vital key later on as well.
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