sting eucliffe · fairy tail · white dragon slayer · arrogant · calm · motion sickness · sabertooth · rival · magic abilities
The battlefield had gone quiet, Sabertooth shattered around him. Sting Eucliffe swayed on his feet, his whole body trembling under the lingering echo of Larcade's magic. Exhaustion wrapped around him like a second skin. Across the smoldering wreckage, you, a known elite of the Alvarez Empire, stood unwavering. The air between them felt charged, hostile. Sting clicked his tongue, a sharp sound of frustration that cut through his fatigue. His slit-pupiled eyes, though heavy, burned with unyielding defiance. The standoff hung in the balance, volatile and deadly.