"Who in the heavens made such an abominable form of wear that not only stops your breathing but stops you from running properly, I do say I look as if that tea had a bit more than rose water in it!" Knightwalker ranted as she ran at a dead sprint to where her senses led her she knew by far it kept her away from that fire breathing witch Ultear, ugh, spoilt brat.
"You look very heavenly in that dress," her eyes widened for just a moment before narrowing.
"Heavenly?" Erza spat under her breath a hint of threat on her tongue, there is nothing heavenly about Erza Knightwalker.
Mystogan coughed into his arm containing his laughter, as he ran alongside the red haired devil.
"So where are you running Lady Knightwalker?" He asked casually.
Erza rolled her eyes, "does it matter? I need no excuse to be in your presence."
"Why, are you not confident in your chances of winning?"
She scoffed in response.
"Or were you jealous?"
This time instead of scoffing, Erza legs gave out beneath her in means of shock forcing her to fall to the earth and tumble forward her hands pushing into the dirt.
It wasn't a particularly pretty site, her hair is disheveled and her dress was now muddy.
But what caught her attention was the lack of help from her companion, who seem to be giggling and enjoying himself just three feet from her.
Erza fingers dug into the ground as she reached her limit, she wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for his teasing, not his attitude, in fact she wouldn't have been in this dress or learning to sip tea like a woman, which Erza can never be. So this is all Mystogan's fault, she wouldn't be here, she would be running the orders for this evenings guard instead of finding herself four inches deep in dirt, and now the knife has been sharpened.
"Is something funny your majesty?" She growled murderously.
But the only response she could see and hear is his perplexity to laugh at her, louder.
As Erza slimmed to her feet stealthily he spoke between his laughter, "you...should...see...your...face!"
Erza cracked her neck, her expression void of humour.
In the back of her mind Erza knew what she was about to do was going to break laws but there was something about this man that made her want to be violent, and she was not concealing that feeling, not at all.
Mystogan sensed her lunge skipping slyly to the left to avoid her incoming fist, blocking the following kick the king grunted at the force of anger coming off Erza, she certainly put effort into that attack.
As strike after strike was dodged the pair began to diffuse on energy but as a last attempt Erza pushed forward confident that she could hit the king and solve a little of her frustration.
But he lived up to his name, moving like the mist, nothing is held back, it made him her only worthy opponent.
As she turned she could feel the trees from the hedge biting at her back.
Mystogan noticed so he stood once again, it is no surprise how powerful she is, it took nearly all of his strength to find stance he was slipping but luckily for him and unluckily to her, the fabric of her dress is snared on the branches of the hedge.
Erza pushed forward to attack spurred on by his rest in stance. But she was halted and thrusted backward, she found that she could not move further, and that she was caught.
And it was that abominable dress.
Erza let out a defeated cry, frustrated, strangled and helpless. He only stared at her, "don't look at me like that, go on, mock me," her vulnerability caused him to feel his own.
"I didn't mean for that to happen," he defended with a weak voice.
She jerked but she felt restrained and that's when the frustration got the better of her, she fell to her knees, eyes brimmed with tears.
She was so close but no matter how much she tries the king will always have the upper hand, even fate is on his side!
Mystogan sighed as he walked forward to grab the stuck material of her dress, "here let me help y-"
"Don't touch me," her dark eyes were set blazed but they seemed out of place as her watery eyes she's tears to the tip of her chin.
The king stepped back, she looked almost, defenceless.
A quality rarely anybody sees in this general.
"Just stop staring at me, please," Mystogan's mouth fell at those words, did the great Erza Knightwalker just plead?
Without warning her grabbed her dress skirt and pulled until it in latched and set her free, she nearly flailed forward but he held out his arm catching her.
He pulled her up ignoring how her body touched the length of his in a provocative manner.
As soon as Erza stood she nearly fell again he held her closer, and Mystogan felt every inch of her feminine curve against his, and it made his stomach drop at how perfect she felt there against him.
She went to say something to the king because of his surrounding arm but her words were interupted.
"Ahhh excuse me, sir but we heard someone in distress is the madam you are holding okay," Erza looked like anything but okay.
Her torn dress, muddy hands and face, scratches up and down her legs and red hair almost black.
"I'm fine get back to your post and tell your commanding officer that poker is not guard duty," Erza said breaking away from the king turning to face the guard.
At the recognisable tone of his previous General voice his spine straightened, feet closed in together, and shoulders were squared.
Mystogan marvelled at her authority, even if she is no longer the general.
It amazed him.
Erza is not only wanted, he needed her.