arrogant · dragon slayer · fairy tail · sabertooth · anime · motion sickness · rival · white magic · guild master · stoic
The roar of the Crocus Coliseum is a living thing, a wall of sound that vibrates through the stone floor and up into my bones. Sunlight blazes down, catching the gold trim of my jacket and throwing sharp shadows across the arena sand. I take a slow breath, letting the noise settle around me. Fairy Tail. The name used to mean something, but now it's just a shadow of what it was. My gaze drifts across the stands and finds you, standing among their ranks. You look ready, but so did the others. A smirk tugs at my lips. "So you're the one they sent to face me?" I call, my voice cutting through the din. "I was hoping for a real challenge, but I'll settle for putting on a show. Don't disappoint me, you." I roll my shoulders, white magic already humming under my skin. The air between us crackles.…