"Well now that you're going to take me seriously," Wrath began as he reached for his second sword. Completely identical to the first. "If I don't want to die I guess this may help."
"Guess all you want. Your going to die, and this blade will claim yet another life. This time of my choosing, not yours" I felt the familiar weight of the scythe in my hand spinning it around myself at a blinding speed. There was still one problem, a non auto-mail leg may not be able to keep up.
Just keep on the defensive, wait for the right moment. Strike.
I pulled the hood of my coat over my head as Wrath began to move, both blades prepared to pierce. He flew across the field, His feet moving to quickly to see hitting the ground. "Lets see how much you remember that I taught you!"
The next few minutes were a blur. Trading blows, his 'all seeing eye' picking out the weak spots in my armor before leaving shallow cuts. None of my strikes were landing, being blocked or evaded each time. Droning on for what seemed like forever. My body covered in new blood and scars.
"Your not taking this seriously. You had ample time to kill me, yet you keep pulling your strikes. Why?" I yell at Wrath, the smile on his face died a tad as I asked the question.
"Because I was sent to deliver a message, not to fight you." He said, sheathing his blades before turning from me. "Come to the mountains to the north, that's where you will find us, we'll be waiting, so don't be long."
"I'm not done with you ye-" I began, before seeing a blue haired man with a strange tattoo under his eye run in between us.
"Looks like you have more to deal with, of you want your friends so survive. So go, just don't keep us waiting." Wrath chimed back, the bloodlust in his voice standing out. Before he sprinted into the woods.
I let a small growl escape my mouth before turning to see my fear come to life, her piercing eyes partly blocked by her bright red hair.
"Why the hell do you have an assassins weapon, and why are you covered in blood." Ezra said, pointing her blade at me, anger glowing on her face.
We both stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us flinching, yet neither of us wanted to make the first move with such an open variable.
"Erza I will explain later, but right now we have to go. I just saw a ghost. It was the man from the tower you all told me about. It was Jellal."
She froze. The grip on her sword tightened. "You're not coming any farther. Go defend Wendy and Carla. If I see even a single trace of you back on the battlefield I will kill you myself.
So I began to retreat, leaving the rest of the battles to my guildmates. Standing on the sidelines while everyone else fought for their lives. Even Hughs had disappeared. And so I waited until we got to the hall and I retold my story, to everyone in the guild.