Fairy Tail owned by Hiro Mashima

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

FAIRY TAIL:
The Small Adventures of Wendy Marvell

~19~
'Boss Battle Ship'

Three Fighting Mages versus One Steam Mecha.

The arena was on the upper decks of the shattered merchant ship, the M.E.S.S. Atago.

Battle, start.

"X-CALIBUR!"

"BELL LIBERTY!"

The Mages who were born and raised in the city of Moonbay made their move first.

The boy in the poncho activated his spell, unleashing the 5 Energy Blades in the form of long glowing swords and made of pressurized flames. The blades appeared over his finger tips and thumb and he slashed them outward at the Big Dog Mecha.

The machine raised its arm, catching the fiery blades with its thick arm-guard that acted like a shield. Though the blades sliced cleanly into the iron plating, it did not get a straight cut through. It was stopped and stuck halfway.

Avalon clicked his tongue, but he didn't frown one bit.

"Checkmate."

The Big Dog had no clue what he meant.

"Bell Force - Shower!"

A flurry of bell-themed missiles buried the mecha from every angle imaginable. This gave Avalon enough time to pull out his spell blades and leap aside to land next to a certain girl with copper headphones.

"Mint right? Your attack was too weak. Don't you have anything heavier?

"C-combat isn't my specialty. My Bell Magic works best in defense and purification of evil. B-besides, your magic didn't exactly shred that piece of junk like a sardine can."

"Meh. Too lazy."

"Y-you call than an excuse!?"

As the two Mages of Moonbay city bickered, the Big Dog had leapt up high into the air on steam-boosters and wanted to stomp on them.

"I'll… I'll crush you!"

A pair of oil streams reached up into the air, transformed into skeletal hands, and caught the flying mecha as if it were a simple bird. Before anyone realized it, those skeletal hands just up and threw the machine into the ship's deck. The action was like throwing a tomato and into the ground and see what happens next.

"You hurt Carla… I… I cannot forgive you for doing that!"

The skeletal hands clenched their fingers one by one, bulking up the hardness in their bone-frames, and just unleashed a barrage of blows into the pit where the Big Dog had fallen into.

If it were in a certain shy girl's character, she could have been screaming 'Ora-ora-ora-ora-ora-ora' like some kind of hot-blooded action hero.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Giving out a yell that only a beast would make, Wendy Marvell continued to thrash out at the machine.

"Kkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-Ah!"

The girl choked when she felt those wings turned into fist hit something she didn't expect.

The Big Dog was alive, barely. It climbed out of the pit it was thrown into, steam leaking from the cracks in its armor, and steadied its faltering steps. Gripped in its hands the size of barrel lids were the skeletal hands that connected to Wendy's back.

As if playing a game of grapple-wrestling, the Big Dog twisted its wrist. It was enough to flip Wendy Marvell's entire body upside down in the air. Like of it as lassoing an animal and yanking on the rope real hard to send it flying.

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Wendy Marvell gave out a shriek, breaking the monster like façade she borrowed not too long ago. She screamed even harder when she saw her head was flying towards a broken beam with a sharp end. Cursed or not, it will run through her eye and out the back of her cerebellum.

It will kill her. There was no escape.

And the only thing she could do was.

"Carlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Hug her dear cat friend to protect her.

"X-Calibur! Lancelot Saver!"

Pressurized flames extended out of nowhere like a shooting rope. It sliced through the sharp beam and diced it into harmless firewood. A figure bearing a flag-like poncho rushed in between the hard landing and a flying maiden.

Catch.

"… Mr. Avalon."

"Hey-yo. Nice rage out back there, Wendy. A+."

Avalon Railburn carried Wendy Marvell in his arms as if she was a princess in a story book, standing onto a pair of beams, above a pit of sharp and broken wine bottles. And he did this all with that trademark grin of a lottery-winning idiot.

"I'll be frank. I don't understand your situation about your curse too well. Beating the sh*t out of my enemies is my only specialty."

"… I… I see."

"That's why I decided to upgrade myself and give you a hand."

"H-heh? Wh-what do you mean by that?"

Wendy Marvell shriveled up like a drying seaweed in Avalon Railburn's arm. The one who carried her only gave her a firm nod.

"I'll help you in finding a cure for your curse. In fact, I know some people who might have some details on that solution you're looking for."

"… Wh… why are you doing all this for me? W-we've only just met… I-it's too sudden to be lending a hand to a complete stranger like me."

"Hah-hah. You sound like as I'm proposing out of the blue to you."

"… Uwa-uwa-uwa-uwa-uwa! M-my cheeks are turning red! N-no, no! Even my body is blushing!"

"Ha-ha! You look cute when you smile. That's my only reason why I want to help you. Because it'll be a sin if a cute girl like you can never smile properly again."

"…."

Tears welled up in Wendy Marvell's eyes. They were thick enough to come down as never ending streams that cross her small green cheeks. They were hard enough to wipe away the smoky tribal markings that were carved into her face and neck.

This… was Wendy Marvell. A girl who was always shy and timid to strangers and would always run away when offered a Sour Plum.

When she thought she was forced to fight her curse and darkness alone… she gained a supportive hand in her time of need.

"Thank you… Mr. Avalon."

"Ha-ha. Grow up to be a hot girl and let me properly propose to you, deal?"

"Yes… W-wah! Waaaah! Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Th-that's not what I meant! I-I-I-I-I didn't mean to accept that! Ah! N-no, I'm not saying I don't like it. Stop! That's not it! I-I'm too young to be – No, no, no! I cannot acc-acceeeeee, gya-gyaaa-gyaaa!"

"Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!"

"… Um."

Avalon Railburn and Wendy Marvell snapped out of their exchange. They turned to Mint Bell, who stared at them while pointing to one side.

"We're still in initiative, you know."

"… Ah?"

"…Heh?"

The boy and girl gave a small sound, when they noticed a large mass of metal running at them with the ferocity of a bull. No, a stampede of bulls. No, a stampede of bulls carrying a steam-gatling cannon.

"Sh*t."

"Eep!"