Story name; the Fairy's Jinchuriki.
Summary: "The boy who eats fire." She murmured. Eventual Lucy/Erza paring. Lucy is the nine tails Jinchuriki.
Disclaimer; I own nothing. This is written for my own amusement.
A/N: looks like I did eventually got around to updating this today twice! That's a record.
"You trapped her?"
"What's this?" Slowly tilting his head over the assassin leered at a blonde girl behind him. "A little fairy escaped?" It wasn't so much a question as an observation. Dark eyes traveled across the length of her body no doubt searching her power.
Lucy ignored the look, lot of good it would do him anyways. She related herself. "That water. Their trapped in there aren't they?"
A single dark eye brow rose over the top of his mask. "You were watching." He accused.
"That doesn't answer my question."
A dry fit of laughter exploded from the man. "You were weren't you?"
"What a curious Fairy. Instead of attacking you let your ally be captured. I'm honored you wanted this confrontation to be in quiet. Now what would you have planned?"
Lucy winched at the bluntness of her action being layed out for her but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. Zabuza was right. She did want this to be between just the two of them.
She had been worried when Erza had challenged Zabuza. Throughout the day the scarlet haired woman had pushed herself to the very limit to get them this far. Between using the magic car and fighting an entire guild it was a wander she could stand let alone face off against a world renowned killer. In the end, the bloody mist had done her a favor, by sending Titiana away Lucy would be free to fight without restriction.
There had been a tense moment when she realized Erza was being pushed though the hurricane of water but Zabuza hadn't acted like it was a finishing blow. By his own words it was a one way trip.
She hypothesized the others were fine. After all, why would Zabuza need a containment barrier of this level if her team had been defeated? Now that she thought about it the Ensinwald guild was nothing more than cannon fodder to Zabuza, there were only a hand full of wizards of actual skill, the man before her being one. Lucy trusted Natsu or Gray would be able to handle them.
"I just didn't want the others to see our fight." Lucy answered simply.
"Didn't want them to see you sully your precious guild name sake eh?"
"You could say that." She shrugged.
"I like you girly. You've got guts." A predatory grin flashed under his mask. "I'm curious to see what they look like!" He lunged.
With frightening ease and physics defying speed Zabuza twisted, turning his oversized blade cutting across for her head. With little option and taken slightly by surprise the blonde girl ducked sliding under.
Air blew by upscuring her locks in a wild torrent as a pointed edge just missed the brim of her nose. The second the weapon passed Lucy was on her feet.
With a show of her athelistim the young Fairy tail mage hopped up to the balls of her feet spring boarding back a kick at the mans unprotected side.
A toned arm blocked the kick swiping it away. There was a brief moment of surprise before she noticed the water splashing out. 'A water shield?'
Quickly using her own momentum to swing her leg back around Lucy dropped to the ground ducking the instant her foot made contact, again, just dodging the over sized cleaver.
A stray cut lock of gold floating to the ground caught her eye.
Bouncing to her right, away from the blade, Lucy counter with a right. The blow connected. Shock waves traveled across the assassins body his head violently whipping back. Lucy smirked thinking the fight was all but won, that was to say until her hand sunk in.
The lines across the mans face faded dulling until they were unrecognizable. His pale skin darkened then mellowed out to a deep blue. His very body morphed rippling to a massless blob.
Frozen by shock Lucy didn't even realize what was happening till it was too late. His body had turned to water. Yanking back to no avail water started traveling the length of her arm effectically trapping her.
"W-what the hell is this?"
Lucy pulled back even harder only to have the impossible water ensnare her shoulder. Before long it was slowly slithering up her neck. Terror gripped as her oxygen was cut off her mouth and nose fully submerged.
"Oh how rich." A dark voice chuckled from behind. Being trapped in his water prison it came out deluded and merky but she still heard it. "You never even considered what my magic could be. Maybe in your next life you will ponder your mistake Fairy trash."
He opened his mouth to say somthing else but quickly closed it, dark eyes widening at the clawed hand ripping through the water before gripping his own. With a twist of her wrist, the water mages hold over the water fell collapsing the prison in a puddle around them.
For a single tense the two combatants stared at one another, neither moving before Lucy released a dry chuckle.
"Damn. . ." Lucy cursed. "Didn't want to resort to this. You have no idea how hard it was to push that back down." Zabuza's eyes narrowed.
"Your no water mage."
"Observant." She drawled.
"How did you break my water prison?"
An eyebrow quirked at that."That should be obvious. Your arm was connected to the water. I just reached out and grabbed it."
"Impossible!" He spat. "No one is that strong. That water was infused with my magic. No amount of force could overcome it."
"It was annoying I'll give you that." Lucy commented idly. His water prison was a curious thing. Her limbs had been sluggish, weak, and worst of all slow. On her own she defiantly wouldn't have been able to push free. "Though impossible? I wouldn't say that. All it took was enough force to over take your magic."
Of course she hadn't done it alone. There was a big difference in asking and taking. If willingly given the influence of demon power would mix with her own only adding to her power.
In a moment of desperation Lucy had forcible taken enough strength to power through the prison.
For whatever power she took by force it took twice as much to use. Every little bit she took it required twice as much her own strength to maintain. In reality it wasn't violable. The influx of power would drain her dry. And the moment she released the demons power. . .
That being said she could always ask for power, but she refused. By accepting even the slightest bit of power she opened herself up to all the demons influence.
While being strong, the demon power made her violent, and nearly unpredictable. She couldn't allow that, not with the others so close.
As things stood she had wasted alot of energy with that little outburst. She needed to finish this quick.
"You think you have me don't you?" His voice was low, harsh. Sharp teeth ground together audible. Self consciously, Lucy tightened her grip on the mans arm.
"It seems that way." She answered evenly.
"Well let's see how you deal with this." Unbelievable, the man laughed. Trapped in a vice grip that was quite literally breaking his arm Lucy could see his other hand move. It was making hand signs. One handed?
The world itself seemed to slow before the blondes eyes. She couldn't quite fathom what was happening. The air temperature dipped, the grass stuck high up into the air shaking slightly. The water was literally being drawn from the ground. And the sky, the streets, even the water barrier itself. Before long a massive amount of water was gathered.
A sudden whoosh sounded as the water shot forward.
Lucy felt her stomach lurch when the man she was currently engaged suddenly brought up his unoccupied hand toward the incoming water.
The blonde was unable to act when the water suddenly changed course slamming in her side completely missing the masked man. Filling her feet leave the ground Lucy was nothing more than a rag doll under the torrent of unrelenting waves.
Smashing into one of the few buildings strong enough to survive the ocean of water with all her momentum going forward Lucy bounced backward falling to the ground with an audible smack.
The building waned and splintered, water was smashing into the girl filling her open mouth and nose blocking hope of reprieve. It took several attempts just to free trapped arms to block the water from traveling to her face forming a loose cup with her hands.
Just as the Jinjuriki of the nine tails became aware of her surroundings finally catching a much needed breathe a searing pain ripped through her abdomen. Black irises filled her vision; a vibrating cackling noise passed through the masked man's clothed lips.
She didn't have to look down to know that what had caused the pain. Even through quickly dimming pherifials the outlines of a massive blade was protruding from her midsection.
"You bas-"
With a twist of his arm a strangled gasp left Lucy's lips.
Brining up his massive cleaver weapon the assassin took a moment to admire the dark hew painted across his weapon. A low chuckle escaped his mask.
"Guess the rumors are true. Fairies bleed after all." He chuckled yanking his blade free. He took exactly two steps before a noise stopped him cold.
"I don't want your power."
Dark eyebrows shot up hearing the light voice. Slowly pivoting toward the sound Zabuza's posture was relaxed Kubikiribocho coming to lazily rest on his shoulders. Craning his neck the man's suspicion was confirmed although he was still a little surprised to see the girl, alive, talking even.
Standing across from him was a very pale, very conscious blonde haired girl. Clutching her side like her life depended on it, blue eyes sent him their best glare. Wait, it wasn't even directed at him. 'What was she doing?'
"Please. . . not now."
Getting over the mild annoyance that she was still conscious Zabuza snorted at her words. 'How pathetic' While eyeing the little girl the assassin whipped his weapon from its resting place across his shoulder to bring it to his side giving the weapon a small flick feeling satisfied when a strand of blood flew away from Kubikiribocho.
"Talking to yourself now girly?" He asked her concedingly.
"I won't let you put them in danger!" Lucy fired back but to who he didn't know. Clutching weakly at her now drenched side she had to grit her teeth from the searing pain across her body. Ignoring the blank look the assassin gave her Lucy was fighting back tears pooling behind those heavily lidded eyes threatening to fall.
'Lucy.' Balancing up on a single knee the blonde refused to acknowledge the voice talking to her as she gazed at the assassin with barely contained fury. The thought of outright ignoring the beast came to mind but history had shown that very rarely ended well with the monster. It didn't like to be ignored.
"You need to accept my power.'
Lucy was shocked to hear something so sudden coming from it. "No chance!" She was quick to refuse. Before she could really argue she was cut off.
'Don't you realize our situation?' It's voice dark, patronizing. 'Your injury is life threatening, the way things are you can barely stand let alone keep this going. The moment your energy fails, you'll be defenseless.'
As if talking about her gapping wounds it suddenly made her aware of how bad a shape she truly was. In the thrill of battle adrenalin pumping through her veins it was of little consequence but now her plight was just starting to become clear.
"I c-can't…you don't understand." She felt weak, sluggish as her eyes suddenly became heavy.
She wasn't ignorant, nor was she stupid. Lucy was fully aware of the dangers she was in. With death staring her down, her certain demise seemed imminent, Lucy was indeed very afraid. It wasn't her own life that she was afraid for though, it was for her friends.
It was selfish and cowardly but the thought of letting one of her friends realize what she was, well, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
'What of your friends?' The voice tried again. It hit a nerve. 'Will this man not kill them if you fail?'
Chills went through her spin at the thought of what could happen if a man like this made it out of here alive. If she lost nothing would be stopping Zabuza from killing thousands of innocents.
'Damnit girl! Don't you get it? You'll die without me!'
"I don't want you." She said shaking her head. The last bits of her energy where fading, even now she could barely register the tears flowing down her blooded cheeks.
'Stupid girl.'
Rushing forward with barely registerable speed the grip on Kubikiribocho tightened as Zabuza narrowed in on his target. It was almost pitiful as the blonde girl watched with glazed unseeing eyes at his approach. With her exhausted state and gaping wounds the blood lost teen was helpless before him.
In truth there was no need for a finishing blow, as it was the Fairy Tail mage wouldn't last much longer. Her rapidly fading energy coped with enormous blood lost would soon kill her but Zabuza wouldn't have that.
While the outcome was never truly in question the blonde had certainly peeked his interest. While still being a novice in her magic the girl had managed to push him-a world renowned assassin- to his limit, forcing him to give it his all for victory. That alone dictated Zabuza end her life with his own two hands. His honor demanded it.
He almost resorted to "that power".
It was a shame really. In a few years the girl would have certainly been quite the challenge.
Nearing his approach the masked man pulled his cleaver like weapon up to his side before wiping it forward. Turning his body with the swing Zabuza cut his weapon diagonally into the petite blondes side. Hot liquid splashed deliciously across his bandaged hands no doubt staining them crimson red. A sigh escaped his bandaged lips as he went about removing his sword from the brick of the unfortunate building just behind the girl.
Glancing at the red staining his taped hands he decided to wait on changing them until after he returned to the guild. 'Not before Haku and the others see it first.' He thought amused. Others within the Dark Guild already believed him to be a Demon. Seeing him returning like this -covered in blood- would only strengthen that image. 'Fairy blood at that.'
Tugging absently at his weapon there was a moment of resistance that he didn't expect. Glancing over his eyes followed the length of his blade until it reached the base of the weapon.
Greeting his widened eyes was a dark red.
'Those eyes.'
Unbelievably there standing on the tip of his blade was Lucy lazily leaning against the building arms crossed.
She was different he mentally sized up. She certainly seemed harmless with a simple glance but in Zabuza's line of work that was a dangerous thought. The aura she was suddenly emanating was deadly.
Allowing his eyes to scour across the young woman looking for answers his eyes narrowed when he watched her smirk. That was when he noticed the puddle of liquid pooling at her feet. He looked up. Instead of the expected slash across her side was nothing but a dark tinted shirt.
"An illusion." There standing out infront of his arms almost mocking him was a dark batch of 'blood' staining the bandages on his hands. Gripping the hilt of his sword with unnecessary force his knuckles clinched bitterly at the obvious. Zabuza of the bloody mist had been played for a fool.
This girl had tricked him with such a simple tactic. It was easily missed, overlooked when he thought he had the victory in hand. A Rookie mistake. A pathetic mistake.
"Very perceptive Zabuza." She commented idly her voice dark, so very dark. "But wrong."
Yanking back at his blade with a sudden force Dark magic flared at his irritation. Racking his weapon backwards his eyes looked upwards in mild surprise when the blonde haired girl flipped gracefully up into the air gliding just out of reach of his weapon landing just a few yards away.
'She's good.' He reluctantly admitted. Despite her injury the girl still moved with amazing grace and speed easily avoiding his angered strike. There was also the matter of her illusion ability. 'Was that her real power?'
Landing soundlessly behind him the girl kept her back turned as she looked out into the deserted streets with disinterest. Zabuza bit the inside of his cheek until he felt the stale taste of blood swathed across his tongue. The blatant disrespect she was showing was infuriating. It was almost enough to make him rage, the thought of removing that spiteful head from her shoulders filling his thoughts.
'Oh she was really good.'
So Zabuza laughed, really laughed. Releasing a howling cackle, his lungs burned at the first real laugh he had in years. He wasn't even bothered by the curious eyebrow raised in his direction.
"What a face!" He exclaimed with an even louder laugh. "It's quite infuriating. How poorly you must think of me. To think I would fall for such a petty trick. I must say it's been a long time since someone has bothered me this much."
Her head cocked gliding over his form before looking away.
"I see some things never change." She heaved out as a sigh.
"What was that girl?"
"Oh nothing." She dismissed waving away his question. "Just thinking."
Dark eyebrows furrowed but he didn't comment. Whatever game the temptress was playing he wasn't buying it. His frown quickly fell into a toothy grin. Brining Kubikiriboch back up to bare the water user allowed his magic to spike. Pushing a single finger in her direction Zabuza summoned his power once again.
"Enough of this." He spoke cutting, allowing a certain amount of killer intent to enter his voice causing the woman's eyes to narrow. To his astonishment however the frown instantly disappeared as she once again smirked at him. Her head tilted slightly asking him 'was that all?' The mocking gesture didn't go unnoticed as she feigned interest at the mist slowly incumbinsing them both.
There was no fear or surprise in her stance, only an odd look of acceptance. The reaction made him falter slightly, never before had someone acted so callously to his trump card. It was stunning but Zabuza was quick to shrug off the tactic in favor of a new idea.
Quickly backtracking the sword master descended into the mist.
"You know, there are eight killing spots across the body." The assassin spoke his voice floating over the mist. Purposely giving his voice a wistful quality it was everywhere.
"So I've heard." She laughed.
"Ha so you have." Glancing about his grin came back full force. "Then I don't have to tell you what's going to happen to you shortly do I?" The girl visible tensed. "I cut you clean across the abdomen, hitting the kidney. The Renal Pelvis to be exact. All those blood vessels and nerves cut clean. I don't have to tell you whats going to happen now do I? As much as a third of all blood leaving the heart passes into the kidneys to be filtered before flowing back to the rest of the body's tissues. I don't know how your not dead yet but you'll be close to bleeding out."
Crimson eyes rolled at his announcement. "Your right. I would be dead." She agreed, her words coming out blank as if she was stating the obvious.
"That's to say, if I hadn't already healed."
He hesitated. The confidence of her statement was complete, she truly believed it. 'Or she's a very good liar.' He amended. "Don't make me laugh." He barked. "There's no chance. Healing of that level is impossible."
A light laugh met his reply. The sound echoing throughout the fog reaching his ears quite easily. "Believe what you want to believe Zabuza-san."
A chill slivered its way down the aged assassins spine finding its way all the way down to the pit of his stomach making him feel very small. 'Impossible.' There was no way the girl had known the ramifications of that nickname. There was only one person in this world that called him by that suffix and lived to talk about it.
In his mind Zabuza knew it was impossible for this girl to know what she had just stumbled upon but somehow it irked him anyways. The way it was uttered in such complete confidence made him truly believe there was meaning behind the name.
'Who the hell was she?'
How had he lost control so quickly? This was his element, his arena, his world. Yet, this girl was so calm so collective somehow able to see past his game penetrating his very soul. In the dark recesses of Zabuza's mind he silently began to wander who was really in control of this fight.
Brining up a single gloved hand the girl seemed to come to some kind of conclusion as she brushed away her long locks revealing her eyes. Slim fingers fiddled idly with the strains as she spoke.
"I believe I've had enough of this little game. What do you say we just finish this?"
Zabuza was quick to take the bait.
"So you've finally decided to take this serious have you? Did I strike a nerve?"
She didn't so much as twitch in response to his mockery. With a simple tug the locks back behind her ear.
"Oh trust me. You don't want to see me serious."
Opening her lidded eyes the slitted eyes of a being Zabuza long ago remembered. The eyes of the Nine-Tails fox pierced his fog.
'A jinjuriki!' He mentally berated himself. Her sudden boost in power suddenly making so much sense. The information she had on him, it all made horrifying sense. With a violent sweep of her hand the massive display of power canceled out his own throwing his mist aside like child's play. She disappeared, then, she was behind him a clawed hand around his throat.
"How?" he breathed. Though it was easily heard his voice had come out in barely a whisper echoing throughout his mist.
A tilted smile plastered across delicate features as the girl's claws dug painfully against his neck.
"I've seen this technique before. Or don't you remember using it on the train station. It's fairly easy to get around-well for me anyways. While your mist is impressive in its own right it's lost the surprise factor. And having become familiar with your scent it was child's play to find you."
A trickle of blood slowly descended down his neck.
"I've always wondered how this moment would have played out if I had been different. It's funny now that I think about it. Fate has decided to give me another chance."
He didn't give her the satisfaction of asking. She didn't even seem to speaking to him.
"Sorry." She apologized. "I'm mumbling, let's get on with it."
Raking her hand across his skin the claws met resistance. Bouncing off his skin her clawed hands took a piece of his mask with it. Even as she moved to gain distance from the assassin Lucy's sharp eyes were already examining the breach.
'Scales?'
"I must have forgotten." It was barely above a whisper but it was very clear to her sensitive hearing. Opening his mouth under the damp cloth shielding his features she could make out the tongue running across his teeth. "Long ago, I met a Jinchuriki. A furious beast but I was different back then. It was before I met a 'certain' man. Though you wouldn't know anything about that would you? No? Well, allow me to enlighten you little Fairy!
"I don't know how exactly you have so much information on me. It may be your inner demon, then again maybe not. None of that matters though. All that matters is that your going to see something even demons fear. A Dragon."
There was hardly any time to react. The muscles across the already ripped man grew to impressive a size. The teeth visible behind his clothed mask noticeable grew in both length and size, some even picking through the white material. Then, there was the bluish scales popping up over the mans visible skin. He very much looked the part of a Dragon.
"Damn,". She cursed lamely.
"Water dragon's roar!"
The Fairy's Jinchuriki
"Dragon slayer Magic, Water cyclone."
An impressive amount of water seemed to appear out of thin air surrounding the assassin in a tight cocoon of water. With a wave of his hand the water shot out then spun together rising within, then canceling the brutal force of her over hand strike. Deciding not to test the insane blast Lucy leaped back with inhuman speed disappearing in a blur.
Even without a water source Zabuza's attack was impressively strong, not that she was surprised. Dragon slayers by nature where forces of explosive potential. She also had to keep reminding herself the rules of this world where different to mages. The water user woudn't need a natural source of water to create his attacks, unlike most normal Water techniques.
Seeing the building she was just at being wiped away Lucy eyed the water cyclone increasing in size as it rose high into the air. That was when it tipped, turning toward her in a rapid show of power the water began to fall toward her.
"Dragon slayer secret art, Torrent."
As he name suggests the slow wall of water suddenly picked up speed launching itself at her.
She wanted to laugh at the slow build up but settled for glancing up at the water. Digging her clawed feet into the ground spikes and very loud cracks echoed as the cement cracked in the force. Toned muscles tensed before snapping out, she jumped.
A second later she was gone, her body leaping out into the air out of the way of the descending water. Casting a side ways glance backwards the clear after image of one Lucy being swallowed whole by a sea of darkness.
It looked as if she was blown to oblivion. What a shame. She was damn beautiful. She smiled at the thought.
Soaring across the sky Lucy idly noticed the confident man yelling taunts into his attack. With the wind rapidly beating against her ear she couldn't quite make out his speech but she figured she had the gist of it. Something, something die. Blah, blah, bye bitch. The same old speech. She wanted to interject, see the look on his face but the rapidly approaching ground changed her plans.
With a simple twist of her body she corrected her angle gliding across the air just high enough to fall into the waiting arms of a nicely placed tree. Using her sharpened limbs to stick to the tree there was hardly any resistance in her landing as she gracefully flipped across a limb to sling shot herself atop another with a better angle.
Over looking the clearing on her little perch Lucy made herself comfortable leaning against a large branch as she casually watched the pale man. Zabuza in his apparent victory was being very liberal with his taunts some considered vulgar even to her violent ear.
His arrogance was really going to get him killed. 'Well, she thought amused. 'Better sooner than later.'
"I'm sorry Zabuza!" She shouted stunning the man silent. "I didn't quite hear that last one. Perhaps you should speak up. I'm a son of a what?"
The dark guild member was still for several moments. You would think having said seeing a Jinchuriki before he would know speed like hers. The afterimage her true speed produced really wasn't all that impressive if you knew what to look for. It hardly bothered her anymore. In fact, the high level of speed could even be considered a weakness. It was such a waste Zabuza couldn't even process it.
The muscles in his neck shook, a growl escaping him. Seeing his mouth move her crimson eye followed the subtle grumbling with ease. 'So your alive then?' There was no sound, but she might as well had been right beside him.
Clearly he hadn't wanted an answer, having not even spoken the question aloud that hadn't stopped her from opening her mouth but unfortunately, he interrupted her retort. Damn, it had been a good one too.
"Water Dragon's Pulse!"
Extending a hand in her direction a blast of liquid hurtled her way. Flipping backwards Lucy caught herself flinging back sliding herself down the trunk of the tree. Claws ever present the blonde haired girl glided down effortlessly avoiding branches as she went.
Not a second later the tree top exploded under a high concentration of condensed water. Another patch of blue caught her intention warning her. Jumping prematurely off the tree a blast cleaved it in two, the massive plant tipping over.
A frown played as she eyed the tree. That had been alot closer then she liked.
She was done playing. Dodging the erratic shots of water Lucy angled herself toward the water mage. Using the tree line as coverage, avoiding his maddening blasts were child's play. She was on him in seconds.
Shooting forward she was forced to roll avoiding the overhead sweep intended to cleave her in two. Rolling through Lucy was on her feet in an instant bringing up a leg to kick the broadside of his blade. Off balance and endanger of a strike to his exposed back Zabuza had little choice but to follow through with her kick allowing the momentum to swing the blade back across his body.
With a simple movement Lucy caught his weapon changing stances using her left to stop his massive blade. The weapon stopped cold with a violent clash of metal on claw. In such a lazy motion she had countered his powerful strike with one of her own halting Zabuza in his tracks.
There was a loud crack.
The blade split up the center at the powerful blow.
"Is this it?" She asked him watching his weakened weapon curiously. "After all your talk, this is all your Dragon Slayer Magic gave you?"
"I'm disappointed."
Zabuza was beside himself with rage. His pupils dilated. Pale features grew hot, veins stretched out grotesquely extending from his forehead down to his tightly wound up neck.
Opening his mouth no words escaped only a spit filled snarl. Pressing Kubikiribocho down against her left the mans head drew back taking in a deep greedy breathe of air.
She had him.
Pouring demonic power into her hand the small knife like appendages exploded with power. While not a magic weapon, her hand could only hold so much but it wasn't necessary. It only needed to last for a second.
Cutting into the massive sword she cut off the flow of power, trapping her hand deep in the weapon. And with a tug the blade was no longer blocking her way as she tossed it aside.
She smashed her right into the assassins out stretched stomach.
Even with his Dragon scales protecting him they could only do so much. A blunt force trama of this degree wouldn't be stopped by them alone. Traveling past his protective skin on through to muscles, bones, then to the sensitive organs underneath. The insides of his body would be broken inside out.
Falling forward a single finger to his chin kept the aged man upright.
"You know I should really be thanking you. Before you used Dragon Force I was caught up in nostalgia. I won't bore you with the details but your sudden change was very helpful."
She had been distracted, torn by her thoughts. Even though her past had given her a great insight to the mans character she had allowed herself to believe them to be the same. That was dangerous.
"Well would you look at me, I'm monologuing. Sleep tight shark bait."
Cupping Zabuza's cheek she pulled him in close, allowing herself to focus in on his wild frantic gaze. It was over in a flash. Simultaneously pushing the man back Lucy launched forward close lining his neck with her arm. A loud pop filled the air as bone broke. Satisfied, the assassin wouldn't be getting up anytime soon the man fell with at an odd angle.
A/N: so I'm very curious to hear people's thoughts on Lucy's fight. I hope everyone liked, I very much enjoyed writing it. More epic fights to come. We'll see Shikamaru and Natsu's first meeting on the train in a chapter or two and actually some of Haku...
So as always. Tell me what you thought and have a good day.
-RRR