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Richard knew there was no chance he was winning this fight. He'd only distracted the dark wizard long enough to buy Simon tie to escape. Perhaps if he was at his full strength the fight would be going differently, but the crash had done a number on him. The other man laughed.
"I can't believe my luck!" he shouted with joy as he floated down to touch the ground. "Not only will I destroy Simon Scarlet, but Hoteye as well! Icas, you're so lucky! say it with me, Hoteye!"
"What did I tell you about that name?!" Richard roared, the ground responding to his rage. It slammed into Icas, who moved to fast for it to catch him. The younger wizard laughed manically.
"Too slow, Hoteye!" he laughed, slamming a fist into Richard's face. Richard tried to recover as fast as he could, but Icas was faster. "But while I taunt you, answer a question I've been thinking about." Richard sighed, maybe the question could buy some more time.
"What?" he demanded. Icas shifted to float leisurely around, picking at his fingernails.
"Why is it that, the might Oracion Seis, lost to one man?" he grinned devilishly at Richard. "There was six of you, and one of him. Meredy didn't even fight for Gods sake!" Richard sighed again, struggling to stand.
"For one thing," Richard growled. "Four."
"Huh?" Richard looked up to face the blue haired wizard.
"I did not fight Jellal back then." he hissed, watching his face contort with confusion. "I didn't wish too. He was right, we were wrong."
"Bah, moron. Probably why you guys lost. Wait, you said four."
"Hmm, I did. Probably because right before Jellal and Meredy showed up, Erik killed Brain."
"Did he now?" Icas asked, doing little spins in the air, all while keeping his eyes on Richard. "Why is that?" Richard clenched his fists at the thought of his former master.
"Try being used by a man for almost twenty years." Richard replied quietly. "And then come and see me. Although, at this rate, you can."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Richard laughed at the question. A good hearty one that caused Icas to frown.
"You don't honestly think that your master cares for you, do you?" Richard asked, watching the young man quietly. "I mean, there's no way he could." Richard was surprised to hear Icas laugh.
"I know perfectly well he doesn't care!" He said with a smile. "Why would he? Everyone in Devil Advocate is a runaway. Not one of us is here because Master Kronos loves us, that'd be absurd." Chuckling, Icas wiped his hair out if his eyes and continued. "Besides, it doesn't matter to us if Master Kronos loves us or not. Once we obtain the Demons magic and harness it, we can put an end to all our enemies. And guess who we plan to start with?"
"Fairy Tail." Richard replied, earning a confirming laugh. "Then everyone else, right?"
"You're smarter than I thought, fatty." Icas said, and Richard growled. "I grow tired of this conversation, and fight in general. "Come, let me destroy you so I can return to Scarlet." Icas hadn't been paying attention, so Richard had grabbed him with more mud, pinning him to the ground. Richard walked over to his side, glaring at him.
"I will die before I let you lay a hand on Jellal's son." Richard got in his face and smiled. "O owe Jellal that much, don't you think?" Icas smirked.
"Good to know you're all fired up, fatty. Now, how about I stop playing around?!" Richard was about to ask before the Hellenization magic tore through the mud and Icas tackled him, sending him through another tree. Icas began to pound Richard senseless, and Richard couldn't keep up. As he was attacked, Icas punctuated each punch with a word. "I'm. Not. Some. Fucking. Pushover!" Blasting him up into the air, Richard turned to find Icas already there, a blast of purple magic hitting him square in the chest. As he hit the ground, Richard could feel his body slowly going irresponsive. He could no longer feel his legs, and his sweat was cold. Effects of his magic, maybe. As he tried to stand, pain shot down his spine like electricity. The crash of the airship had been to much, Richard couldn't operate. Icas sighed.
"What?" Richard managed.
"I was kind of expecting more from one of the Oracion Seis." He said flatly. "Even more so as someone from Crime Sociere. How is it you can already barely move?"
"The airship crash" Richard replied weakly, struggling to stand. "I was in that, remember?" Icas laughed in response.
"My bad, I forgot!" he said. "I was with Katsuchi when he hit you, fucking bullseye! I owe him a drink after this, bastard." Icas, raised both hands above his head, and they began to glow. "Now then, how about you say...hahahaha! Yes, yes! Give me a prayer, Hoteye! Give me your only prayer!" The Oracion Seis references were pissing Richard off, but he couldn't do anything about it now.
"Alright." Richard sad as the ball of swirling energy grew larger. "My only prayer is that someone stands up to you and beats some sense into your ass, because quite frankly it's a bit much."
"Was that directed as an insult, Hoteye?" Icas asked, a serious expression on his face. Richard only chuckled, which caused Icas to do the same. "I like you, you got spunk! Too bad I have to turn you into ashes! Say hello to Brain for me when you get to HELL!" Laughing at another of his own jokes, Icas threw the spirit bomb at Richard, who didn't have enough strength to move. Right as the attack was about to hit him, Richard saw another bal of swirling magic, this one gold in color, connect with the other one, sending it off course and missing Hoteye by an inch. Both men turned to find Simon stumbling out of the forest, glaring at Icas.
"Simon, get back!" Hoteye shouted. "Don't attack him, I already told you..." Richard stopped and watched as Simon took an offensive stance in front of him.
"I know." he replied calmly. "He's stronger than me."
"Then why are you..."
"But if I sat back and watched someone take a proverbial bullet for me, I'd never live it down." Simon cast him a smirk, one Richard saw all to often from another man. "Even if I die, then I died protecting someone." Simon was about to continue when Icas laughed even harder than before, clutching his gut.
"Lord above, that was rich!" he shouted manically. "Great joke Simon!" Icas began to glow with hellish magic, and Richard shivered at the murderous look on his face. "Getting in the way of my fun with cost you dearly, Scarlet." Icas flew forward at an incredible speed, raising a fist to punch Simon. Richard looked down as it made contact.
"I already told you..." Richard looked up in astonishment at the voice. Simon had grabbed Icas' fist before it made contact. "You've pissed off the one guild that you don't want to piss off!" Simon finished his sentence by slamming his other fist into Icas' face, sending him backwards. Rocketing after him, Richard watched as a golden dot raced the black one through the sky, and he chuckled.
"You are every bit as brash as your father, Simon."
"Your forehead looks like an asshole!"
"I'm sure men find an asshole more attractive than you!" Ultear separated from Maya and glared at her, as did the younger girl. This fight was amounting to absolutely nothing, all she'd succeeded in doing was getting a few scratches, Maya as well. Ultear stood and sighed.
"I have better things to do than hang around here and talk to a little girl." She informed Maya flatly. "Just do me a favor and lie down and act unconscious. If anyone finds you, say you're defeated." Ultear had begun to walk away when she heard an growl, very similar to that of a wounded bear.
"Don't walk away from me, you whore!" Maya shouted, tackling Ultear from behind and pulling at her hair. Ultear, obviously, did the only sensible thing.
She turned and ripped her clothes off with an icicle. Maya screamed and covered her naked torso, face completely red.
"Ah, what's wrong?" Ultear asked sweetly. "Embarrassed? No doubt, you're so flat I could confuse you with a boy." Ultear laughed at her own joke and Maya whimpered pathetically. "Don't get childish on me now, you can't insult my womanhood and fall over in a heap at the first sign of nakedness."
"You wouldn't fight without a shirt!" Maya shouted, and Ultear rolled her eyes.
"No?" She asked. "I'm a Fullbuster, stripping is my specialty." Laughing as Maya got even more flustered, she continued, "And unlike you, many men have seen me without a shirt on."
"And you tried to tell me you weren't a slut..."
"I'll have you know barging into my room while I'm changing doesn't make me a slut!" Ultear shouted, being reminded of Damien entering without a second thought. Then again, she really hadn't cared all that much, but it was the principle. "Mavis, you're irritating."
"The feelings mutual, trust me." Maya said weakly, standing up. Ultear watched as she tied to remainder of her shirt around herself, ready to attack again. Ultear wasn't ready for another retrogression, and she fell over. "Ha! Who's flat now?!" Ultear supported herself on her elbows and sighed, blowing hair out of her eyes.
"Couldn't I have gotten an actual fight?" She asked herself weakly. "Nooo, I'm the one who gets a prepubescent girl who probably thinks the way to a mans heart is hiding in a pile of his dirt clothes...fucking weirdo..."
Damien watched the clearing next to the airship wreckage weakly, doing his best to spot anyone that wasn't Macbeth or Sawyer. Xisplate had gone all but silent on the topic of who or what would be sent after them, and Damien didn't feel good knowing that the first Damien actually wanted to talk to him, he disappeared. Leaving him alone went he wanted to be? Nope. But when Damien needed to talk to him? No where in fucking sight. Sighing, Damien turned and walked back to Meredy, who was still at Jellal's side.
"Meredy." Damien called out, but the pinkette didn't reply. "Meredy, hey. Hello?" Damien's questioned was answered when Meredy fell over, concussed and out cold. Growling to himself, he straightened her out and made sure she was as comfortable as possible. Macbeth had already confirmed Meredy had a concussion, but she had tried her best to stay conscious. Obviously that hadn't worked. "For fuck sake, where is everyone?" Damien asked, turning his head over his should to look at the forest.
"Uggghhh..." Damien snapped his head back to find Jellal opening his eyes slowly, and he smiled.
"Thank Mavis!" Damien said as Jellal looked around. "Thought you'd be out longer."
"What happened?" Jellal asked, rubbing his forehead.
"Shit happened." Damien replied. "So far it's still hitting the fan."
"...Great." Jellal tried to sit up, and flinched in pain. "Ow, fuck..."
"Easy there, Master Fernandez." Damien said, pushing Jellal back down. "Mer and I had to patch you up, you're still not fit to move."
"How bad is it?" Jellal asked weakly. Damien peeled up the cloak to look at the stitched up area, frowning.
"Bad." Damien replied. "Just stay still, would you?" Jellal nodded and cocked his head left to look out at the base camp Damien had constructed, and frowned.
"Where is everyone?" He asked, meeting Damien's gaze.
"Well, Sawyer and Macbeth are patrolling the perimeter," Damien replied. "Sor, Meredy, and Erigor are out cold as you can see. Richard ran off right after he got out of the airship, looking for my friends. All of which, mind you, are being attacked."
"Anything else I should know so I can worry about it too?" Jellal asked sarcastically.
"Yeah." Damien replied. "I don't know where or when, but someone will be coming for us." Jellal covered his eyes with an arm, not replying to Damien. Sighing, Damien stood up again, and hid underneath the sheet metal he'd set up to shield them from any rain or anything. He watched Jellal mutter something to himself, and sighed. "I hope this threat you talked about isn't too much, Xisplate. Otherwise, it'll be the second time I've failed people because of you..."
Do not speak of me like I can't hear you, boy."
"..Shit."
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