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Chaos.
The one word repeating itself over and over again in Igneel's head, as he watched countless mages getting flung. How stupid of him to have forgotten the tail! He cursed himself quietly. Layla had gone pale beside him. His vines were losing their iron-grip on the dragon's mouth. When the dragon first attacked using his tail, Igneel got distracted and thus loosened the hold. Now the dragon is shaking his head back and forth vigorously, trying to break free. Layla strained harder, but she too was having a hard time controlling the dragon. The five dragon slayers were flying back and forth, hitting the dragon with numerous attack, but the dragon wasn't affected by them. Instead, it just looked mad.
Then it happened. The dragon caught sight of him and Layla, and realized that they were the key to his freedom. Acnologia decided to give up breaking free of the vines and instead kill the mages controlling them. He whipped his tail straight towards them.
Igneel saw it coming. In a split second, he casted a spell, willing his plants to punch a hole in the wall of rocks, big enough for Layla. He shoved Layla just in time, and a millisecond after that, the tail struck him.
The pain was excruciating. His vision went wide, gasping as he heard his bones snap. The dragon had flung him to the air, and now gravity was taking over, and he was falling, falling fast. Acnologia, known for his ruthlessness, didn't stop then though. He wanted to bring suffering and pain to Igneel, revenge for restraining him with the painful vines.
Acnologia extracted his claws, swiping them hard at Igneel's direction. Igneel shrieked, coughing up blood as 2 razor-sharp claws pierced his body. Acnologia slammed him down to the ground, the force creating a huge crater on the hard soil. Igneel felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him, his lungs burning. Convulsing on the ground, he tried to stem the blood flow weakly. He knew it was pointless, that when a pool of blood had reached a certain size, there's no going back. The dragon leaned down, now free of restraints, and whispered to him, "You poor thing. Does it hurt? Now then, before you go, I'd like you to watch as I treat the girl you saved the same way I treated you. She's your sister, isn't she? She's pretty, maybe I'll just eat her up. That is, after I rip her up in front of you. So don't die first!" He then breathed out a stream of fire casually on Igneel, not hot enough to kill him, but hot enough to cause him much pain. Igneel shrieked louder, squirming, trying to get away from the flames. The dragon chuckled hard. He then flicked open his claws, showing them off to Igneel. "You know, I have skewered fat cows in half with these babies," he hummed. He then brought down one onto Igneel's cheek and raked it hard. Igneel groaned and whimpered as the dragon worked on him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Acnologia stopped, satisfied.
With that, the dragon moved towards Layla, who was screaming hysterically as she watched her brother tortured by Acnologiia, his life slowly slipping away. Acnologia then grabbed her in his claws, squeezing hard. Layla screamed angrily, setting herself on fire with her magic. The fire didn't hurt her, but it scorched the dragon painfully. The dragon howled and then squeezed harder. "I'm going to enjoy killing you!"
All this Igneel witnessed. Layla screaming his name, shouting for help. The dragon squeezing her, threatening to kill her. Him not being able to do anything, unable to lift even a single finger. Before his eyes closed, he thought miserable, "I failed you Layla, mom and dad. I'm sorry…" And then he blacked out.
"Igneel. Igneel. He protected me. From that horrid dragon. The horrid dragon mauled him. That horrid dragon has to die! He will die! I will destroy him with my bare hands!"
Layla wasn't about to sit around doing nothing while she gets squeezed to death. She set herself up on fire, shouting in rage. Her salmon-pink hair stood up on end, her eyes blazing like her dad's whenever he gets serious. Layla was frightening.
The dragon didn't see it coming, and was scorched by the blazing fire. He yelped and let go of her, cursing her angrily. He came for another assault. Layla lashed out with all her might. "Where are the dragon slayers?!"
There they are. Wounded and exhausted beyond measure. Wendy had been knocked unconscious. Laxus walked funny, as if he had a broken ankle. Maybe he did. Her dad was trying to revive Wendy. Erza was covered in injuries, and was using her sword as a support. Gajeel slumped on the ground, breathing hard, a steady stream of blood flowing from his nose. "What are they doing?! We need them!" Layla thought frantically.
In the second that she was distracted, the dragon caught her in his claws again. "Trapped. Like a mouse!" he laughed maniacally. Layla squirmed and struggled. "I will not die! I refuse to die!" But it was no use. The dragon's grip was iron-hard. There was no way out. Acnologia opened his jaws wide, ready to gulp Layla up. She stopped struggling and closed her eyes, accepting her fate.
ZAP!
An electric whip zapped the dragon's eyes. He howled, letting Layla go to cover his eyes. A lithe silver-haired girl jumped back and forth, her whip dancing beside her, as she struck the dragon again and again. "Electric Mania!"
Instantly, lightning came down from the sky, and struck Acnologia. He roared and fell back, dazed but not quite dead yet.
Layla inspected the girl closely. She had long silver hair, tied in a ponytail. Her eyes were electric-blue and she wore a sparkling silver tight-fit dress and blue high-heeled boots. Certainly not Layla's choice of clothing, especially during fights.
"The name's Levina in case you're wondering. I'm from Lamia Scale. You okay?"
Waking up from her daydream, Layla muttered, "Umm, yeah sure. Thanks by the way."
And then she remembered her brother. She immediately rushed to his crumpled and bloody body. She gripped his wrist, frantically searching for a pulse. There it is, very weak, only fluttering. His breathing was slow and heavy. Levina appeared beside her. "He's dying. He won't last much longer without medical attention. Here, take this." She handed Layla a vial filled with thick, pink liquid.
"What's this?"
"Something that might help sustain his life. I brewed it myself. Pour half the contents into his mouth."
Layla did as she was told. She saw no immediate changes in Igneel, and could only hope it worked. Her sense of dread vanished, replaced by a glimmer of hope and a burning rage and want for revenge. She will destroy the dragon, whatever the cost.
That's when she heard Faye's scream, and the second after that, thousands of swords appeared out of thin air, the tip of their blades all aimed straight towards Acnologia.
Wendy wouldn't wake up. No matter what he did, Natsu just can't get her to. There was a long gash at the side of her cheek, her limbs covered in bruises. "At least she's breathing." He gave up his attempts of reviving her and went to inspect the others.
Everyone was in a bad state. Erza could barely stand; Laxus had a broken ankle, Gajeel was still trying to regain his breath after getting knocked aside by the dragon. Everyone, including him, was exhausted, drained of energy. Still, the dragon won't back down.
Then he heard it. His daughter screaming her brother's name. He immediately tensed, looking around to find the source. There! Layla was in the claws of Acnologia, struggling and squirming. Natsu knew, however fast he ran, he wouldn't be able to reach her in time. Instead he stood there, rooted to the ground, feeling as if he had just gulped down a gallon of icy water, quenching the fire in him. Unexpectedly, a girl with trailing silver hair jumped down, slashing her electric whip. She then summoned lightning from the sky, saving Layla just in time.
The relief Natsu felt was indescribable.
But it was nothing compared to the shock he got when he heard Faye's piercing scream and thousands of gleaming blades started appearing out of thin air, decorating the sky.
"REVENGE! ACNOLOGIA WILL PAY!"
More and more blades appeared, showing no signs of stopping. Mages all around looked up in astonishment, not believing their eyes. Faye rose up slowly, her two swords in her hands. Her eyes weren't the usual shade of hazelnut. Instead it was blood-red. Cyan's death had made her snap, causing some paranormal occurrence to take place.
"Dragon! Come here and face me!" she challenged.
Acnologia turned around, and for the first time, his face wore a mask of fear and doubt. The girl radiated immense power, such that he had not felt before. And he had been on the planet for thousands of years.
The dragon decided not to take his chances. He flapped his wings, ready to take off. Jason, being up in the air, tried to stop him. Acnologia didn't even give him a second glance before swatting him aside like a fly with his wings. The wings were jagged and spiky in nature, and you can see from the stream of blood gushing out from his body that Jason had been hit quite badly. He crashed to the ground, skidding 10 metres away, only to be swatted again by the dragon's tail, which was sweeping the ground back and forth at tremendous speed. Jason was flung towards the air, and landed on a few sharp rocks, crumpled and lifeless.
Marvel and Allona, who had been up in the air, sustained by Jason's magic, fell towards the ground too, but missed the assault. They were highly trained, so the free-falling was a cinch. Marvel rolled on the ground a few feet before stopping at a crouching position. Allona landed on her two feet gracefully.
Allona immediately ran towards where Jason was, but was stopped by grief-stricken Marvel.
"He's gone. Both of us saw it. He couldn't have survived that."
"We have to at least check first!"
"I don't think you can handle looking at his body in that condition."
Gritting her teeth, Allona snapped, "Let me go, or I swear I will cut you into pieces."
Marvel looked as if he had been slapped in the face. Despair turned to rage, and for a second, Allona was sure he would hit her. But just as quickly as it had appeared, the anger vanished, leaving only grief behind as he let her hand go.
It was true. Jason was dead. His skull had been bashed in, his stomach pierced. Allona took one look before she went over to the side and started retching, tears streaming down her cheeks. Marvel struggled to keep his composure. He then turned around towards Allona, and in a voice filled with hatred he said, "Let's teach this dragon not to mess with us. We'll show him what a bad idea it is to injure Jason."
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