I'm really going overdrive this week cus I've got something big planned
Chapter 38:
Deliora roared and thrashed, flinging half melted ice everywhere. Natsu watched it shake. 'Its dead already, Humph lame' he thought. ''It's here! It's finally here'' Zarti yelled in excitement.
''W-what was that!?'' Lucy stammered ''Maybe it was your tummy'' Happy commented ''Its possible that the roar belonged to Deliora''. Lucy gasped ''HAS IT BEEN RESURECTED!?'' Happy turned to the large hole in the floor ''Ah its moon drip!'' he exclaimed. Deliora roared again ''You need to eat something'' Happy criticized, Lucy ignored him. 'He hasn't been fully revived yet' Erza noted watch in the stream of moon drip. ''Come with me'' she said rushing for the stairs'' Lucy blinked ''But deliora is down there'' Erza kept running ''We must stop the ritual''
Natsu sighed 'might as well stop it now' just as he leaped forward something smacked him in the head altering his course. He flipped over to land on his feet, the object came speeding towards him again. He hit it and it shattered but then suddenly reformed and hit him in the stomach, no effect. Zarti frowned but continued his attack 'This guy can manipulate time apparently' Natsu thought. It smacked him in the head again 'But' he glanced at the demon 'He can't manipulate creatures'.
The ball stopped and stood mid-air ''What's your true objective here'' Natsu asked ''You obviously don't have the same goal as Lyon''. ''Hoho nothing gets passed you salamander, all I want is to make it mine'' Zarti started banking but Natsu wasn't listening he was bored about the old mans reason. ''There is a time you need power,'' Zarti said Natsu snorted ''If your a real mage then you'd have all the power you need''.
''Vanity will destroy you,'' Zarti said, he put an arm up and the ceiling began to crumble, ''You people are idiots'' Natsu almost growled. He lunged forward and punched Zarti hard in the face sending the foe spinning through the air.
Toby landed comicly on the ground, ''Yay we stopped moon drip'' Era frowned ''No, we were too late''.
to busy for an AN bye