Nox sat down onto the highest tower of the town. The battles were going by, increasing in their violence as the end drew near. She saw the Lamia Scale fall to the ground, Sting defeat Bacchus from the Quatro Puppy and slowly, the number of participating members decreased. Until Fairy Tail, Sabertooth and her were the only fighters left.
Both teams were evenly matched, which annoyed Sabertooth to no end. Nox was sensing their frustration grow with each passing attacks as, finally, she heard Sting's bell jingle.
"_you look sour from having to use it." She mocked him. He shot her a vicious look, and she skipped to his side.
"_naw... little stingy bee is sad..."
"_stingy bee? What's up with the nicknames, girlie?" Sting was surely not blushing. He didn't like her nicknames, and she knew that perfectly well. Otherwise, why would she use them?
"_anyway, why did you call me for?" oh, she knew perfectly well, she just wanted to hear him admit it.
"_I would like you to help us in defeating Fairy Tail." There, he had put his pride aside and said it. Nox smiled.
"_sure thing, handsome." Catcalls surrounded them. Nox looked at her surroundings, noticing she was in the amphitheatre. She shook her head before looking back to her boyfriend? To him.
"_do you want help in defeating them or do you plain want me to do it for you?"
"_just do it already!" Sting had reached his limits. She knew that and smirked, having won before raising her hand. All of their opponents got ready to defence, the memories of her torture still present in her mind.
"_immobilize." She wanted them conscious but unable to move for this beautiful final. Yes, she wanted them to understand why she did all this.
Nox turned to Sabertooth.
"_looks like it is down to you and me."
Orga opened the festivity. A rapid succession of spells was sent hurling her way, balls of energy she deflected. Sting tried a last attack, well aware that as soon as Nox would be the one to cast a spell, she would have won.
Nox saw the five mages take a break from the fight. They had opened the Time to her. She could now use it against them. Nox raised a hand.
All five mages looked at one another, worry encased in their faces, before casting their strongest spell in a unison raid. It shot toward Nox, who looked at it smiling at the power. It hit her full force, sending the sand of the arena flying into the air and trickling back down.
There wasn't any movement behind the sand in suspension in the air. Sting squinted his eyes, trying to see past it and to find his girl, when the dust started falling back down. The amphitheatre fell quiet, trying to hear a noise through the thick curtain.
"_Nox?" you could hear the worry in Minerva's voice. Their spell had been very strong. Far too strong for a human to stand through.
Yes, but she was not human.
Her silhouetted parted the sand storm, as she walked up to them. Her cloak had melted to her body, turning back into the Armour that inhabited it. The woman did not bear a scratch.
It was as if the spirit had donned a skin of metal. The protection shone under the pale light on the moon, reflecting the eerie of the moment. Behind her, the sand settled down as she took another step forward. The hood of her cloak then faded away to reveal her face, also clad in the Armour. Her hair flew in the breeze as she drew Vazeriel, her sword.
She could have been a Walkyrie.
"_Memory make: Souvenir!" a spell was sent rushing her way. She let it come as the amphitheatre took a trip inside her mind.
Her crazy, dark and broken mind.