Hiya! A next update! Huray! But sadly enough it is another short chapter because I found the perfect cliff hanger I wanted to give you guys! :D Please don't hate me, I just wanna give suspense! And Sorry for the sucky title for the chapter, it's hard to give a creative one when it's just about fights so this was the only one that came to mind… I also would like to apologize for the sucky fighting scene because I'm no good at writing them! Thank you for those who reviewed, favorite, and followed last chapter! It made my day! Please leave a Review and Favorite! Farewell and Enjoy!

-Let there be midnight

ME NO OWN FAIRY TAIL

Game of Daggers

In the next seconds of Erza agreeing to the pink haired boy's "game", they were both throwing punches and kicks at the other, dodging some and too slow to dodge others. From where Lucy and Gray stood, the fist and feet that flew and meant to hit the other were blurred together, both of them barely seeing if the aim made their mark.

Erza aimed a kick at the pinkette only for him to dodge just like she wanted, Erza kicking him in the stomach just as planned. He was unfazed by the air that was stolen from him by the kick and aimed a few of his own punches and kicks that hit their mark on her.

Suddenly the teenage boy summersaulted away, pulling out a dagger from underneath his cloak as he did so.

"Hey!" Lucy shouted from the other side of the clearing. "That's not fair!" She fisted her hands together into fist, outrage at the weapon the boy had pulled out. Gray shook his head beside her, disagreeing with his blonde haired friend.

"Nope, it is. He said no magic was allowed, he said nothing about weapons." Gray pointed out in his calmest voice, even though he was enraged by this action.

Erza and the boy ignored Lucy's outburst as they stared each other down, both on guard ready to defend themselves whenever it was necessary. Erza searched the emotionless onyx eyes before her, trying to find any ounce of emotion in them, anything that could help her win this fight, but found none. It was like staring into the eyes of death itself, as if no life was in the pink haired boy in front of her. Even his movements told her nothing. He seemed to be like a puppet on strings being controlled by orders given to him by someone far more powerful than he. And that is what unnerved Erza so. How can someone look so dead by yet be alive at the same time? She'd never seen a human walk with eyes that equaled that of the dead, and she didn't expect someone so young to have those eyes. It made her feel sick at seeing them, knowing that whoever brought those eyes to the boy in front of her had the power to make those eyes and shape them into what they wanted. Into the controlled puppet he was. She didn't care if he killed so many before her, if he was trying to kill her, or that she just met him. She wanted to help him, she felt drawn to do so. And that made her want to win this fight more than she already wanted.

He launched at her, his feet propelling him forward as he kicked off the ground leaving a skid mark in the grass. Quickly, Erza moved out of the way of the dagger directed at her head and swiftly turned, kicking the boy in his mid-back. He landed on his hands and knees, only to kick his leg out from under him and at Erza's legs, trying to knock her down. She jumped out of the way, his leg barely touching her toes as she did so.

Their eyes met and Erza saw a flash of emotion cross his eyes, and she recognized it, it was deep frustration.

He didn't give her much time to mull over the emotion she caught in his eyes as he ran towards her, faster than she seen him run, dagger by his side and ready to slice her. Erza readied herself, feet planted in place and arms ready to knock the dagger out of his hands. He swung and she grabbed the wrist with both hands, breaking it with a loud snap. The dagger fell out of his limp hand as he kicked her in the stomach and jumped away from her and to safety.

She'd manage to shatter his wrist, but yet no pain flashed across his face or eyes as if all she had done to him was stick a thumb tack into his skin.

"You're good," she complimented out of breath as she picked up his dagger and held it ready in her hand. He acknowledged her with just a flick of his broken wrist, a frown tugging at his lips. "Who taught you to fight like that?" she asked, even though she already knew she wasn't going to get an answer out of him. He narrowed his eyes in responds as his uninjured hand grabbed another dagger from underneath the cloak. She smirked. "Right, you won't tell me anything about you unless I win, right?" He gave her a slight nod in responds, his fingers turning white from the harsh grip he had around the handle of the dagger. "Alright, so be it." And once more they launched at each other, daggers raised to slice the other.

Erza quickly blocked his dagger with her own; a screeching sound of metal on metal slicing through the air around them, making Erza flinched at the high pitch. She didn't see the punch that was aimed at her with his broken wrist, punching her hard in the stomach. Spit flew from her mouth; eyes wide as she felt the air get knocked out of her lungs with the single blow. With quick movements he stole his dagger back from the lose hold she had on it, then kicked her on the back so she fell face first into the grass.

He wasted no time in driving his dagger down.