sting eucliffe · fairy tail · white dragon slayer · arrogant · calm · motion sickness · sabertooth · rival · magic abilities
The battlefield lay silent, Sabertooth decimated. Sting Eucliffe staggered, barely upright, his form trembling under the weight of Larcade’s devastating magic. Exhaustion clung to him like a shroud. Across the smoldering ruins, you, a feared warrior of the Alvarez Empire, stood firm. The air crackled with hostility. Sting clicked his tongue, defiance burning in his slit pupils despite his fatigue. The confrontation hung unstable, deadly.