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Fairy Tail: Twin Dragons' Roar, chapter 20

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Chapter 20: For Our Guild

    “This is…hic!...humiliating…The once famous Fairy Tail…What a bunch of losers you guys have…hic!...become!” Cana moaned and gripped. The card wizard was neck deep in booze and entered that phase nearly all drunks go into when they’ll start moaning and griping to anyone who’ll listen.
    “Γαμήσου, σκύλα,” Hero slurred, glaring up at Cana from her own bottle. “Πηγαίνετε στην κόλαση!”
    The two brunettes glared at each other, completely ignoring the other boisterous ruckus going on around them. Their fingers each gripped around a couple of large glass bottles, a few drops of liquid remaining at the bottom of each glass. Hero’s usually sharp eyes were a dull green as she slumped forward, legs splayed out underneath the table. Lycaon snoozed next to them, ears twitching every once in a while as he most likely dreamed about chasing blue Exceeds with bones stuck in their knapsacks.
    Cana, sitting on top of the table as per her usual, crossed her legs and leaned forward, thrusting her scowling face up close to Hero’s. The smell of liquor was strong on her breath, and if the Earth mage hadn’t already been too drunk to care, she would’ve started gagging from it.
    “Screw you…hic!...bitch,” Cana responded, weakly swinging her bottle of booze around. “I can’t even…understand what yer sayin’!”
    “G-Go…to Hell!” Hero hiccuped. “Y-You weren’t even…hic!...there during the g-games!”
    “I…I watched it on the b-bar’s…hic!...Lacrima vision!”
    While the two women continued to fling drunken insults at each other, Rin and Phoebus watched on in bemused confusion. The two other wizards (along with Erza, Juvia, and the Strauss siblings) were seated at the same table in the Honey Bone Inn’s bar area with the rest of their guild after one extremely long day of competition. Just about everyone was having a good time, drinking and talking and being their usual rowdy selves. Despite the disappointing day, the Fairies were determined to end it out on a positive note.
    That sentiment, however, didn’t seem to carry over to the guild’s resident Card and Earth Make wizards…
    “How did it even come to this?” Rin asked, titling his head to the side.
    Rin had only recently joined the table, and couldn’t seem to fathom why Cana and Hero were stuck in a battle of drunk verbal insults. At least, that’s what he thought was going on. Half the time, Hero seemed to slip up and start shouting in a language he was completely unfamiliar with. He suspected it was a language used on the wizard’s island home, but wasn’t really interested enough to pursue the matter. Now, if the girls ended up getting into a fight, then there’d be a problem.
    As long as those two don’t start throwing fists, cards, rocks, or bottles, I don’t care how much they insult each other…The last thing I need after a day like this is to break up another fight…
    Phoebus flinched as what might have been a particularly nasty insult flew from Hero’s mouth. “Well, you see…Cana, um…” The blonde then proceeded to flounder around for the words to describe this strange situation.
    “Cana challenged Hero into one of her drinking competitions,” Lisanna supplied. “Hero’s not completely under the table yet, but I guess she’s doing better than most of the people who go up against Cana.”
    “That’s because she’s a man!!!” Elfman shouted.
    “Είμαι μια γυναίκα, μπορείτε μαλάκα!” Hero’s voice drowned out the middle Strauss sibling as she flung a bottle, nailing Elfman dead between the eyes.
    “She said, ‘I’m a woman’…er…‘you asshole’.” Phoebus translated as the neck of the bottle bounced off his goggles (which he’d cautiously pulled over his eyes about halfway through) and tried to wrestle another bottle out of Hero’s other hand.
    “C’mon, Hero, time to stop now…” he persuaded. “Let go of the glass for me please…”
    “S-Screw you…hic!...Blondie! S’mine!” Hero shouted back, head butting poor Phoebus and knocking him back.
    As the two islanders continued to fight over the bottles, Rin glanced around. They were missing a few people (Wendy and Carla were still recovering, and Gray and Lucy had yet to show up), but from the sound of it, most of the guild was here. He could hear Natsu, loud as ever, shouting about how much butt he was going to kick tomorrow. Gajeel was trying to pick fights with Laxus, only to get Freed shouting at him. Juvia seemed to be in the throes of her wild imagination. But that wasn’t really anything new...
    Since her precious Gray and Lucy (her “love rival”) were missing, the Water wizard got it in her head that the two were having some sort of romantic liaison. As soon as one drunken Hero caught wind of that, the brunette started shouting, loudly and incoherently. Rin only managed to understand bits and pieces of it through her drunken slur and the Ilios language, but he thought it sounded like she was trying to encourage Juvia to march over and break it up. He wasn’t to sure about it, but Hero might have been advocating a bit of violence in telling Juvia to go throw Lucy out of a window…
    “Classic Juvia,” Lucy’s voice sighed from somewhere behind Rin. “Full of long, vivid daydreams…”
    Soft footsteps clicked against the hardwood floors, stopping beside Rin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blurry shape comprised of long, flowy layered hair with two long shapes trailing down from their waist.
    “Why is Hero trying to beat my brother with a couple of booze bottles?” Dia asked, confusion evident in her voice. Rin sighed.
    “It’s a long story that I can’t even begin to explain…” Rin shifted. “Better question. How are Gray and Lucy doing?”
    Dia hesitated for a moment before she answered quietly. “I think…They’ll be fine. Both are strong, and I think they’ll rebound quickly…”
    Rin hoped so. Because after a day like this one, the guild couldn’t afford to have two of their representing wizards in a depressed funk. It had been a hard day, for sure, but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t get past.
    After Gray’s defeat in the Hidden game, the competition rolled right into the battle segments of the day. Lucy had gone first against Raven Tail’s Flare Corona, in a match that was both impressive and extremely tense. Lucy had proved her might in the battle against the hair magic-using wizard, even when the odds were really starting to stack against her. Apparently, and much to the anger of some members, Raven Tail’s wizard tried using the guild’s younger members as hostages in order to coerce Lucy into submission.
    It infuriated Rin beyond belief that anyone would try using Asuka Connell as a bargaining chip. Asuka was an innocent little girl. She couldn’t even defend herself. But at least the woman made one crucial mistake with that tactic: she tried targeting Echo too.
    Yeah, that didn’t last for long. Echo’s sensitivity to magical presences made quick work of rectifying that issue. And thanks to her handy little Lacrima, a fireball was at the ready to burn some magic-powered hair into charred little bits of cinder. Rin didn’t even need to get pissed off from it. And despite Lucy Urano Metria spell not activating (Rin still couldn’t figure out how that happened…), she still managed to land some good blows against the Raven woman after Flare started to freak out over her burned hair.
    Yes, Lucy may have lost. And sure, people laughed because of it. But Lucy had shown that the guild wasn’t as weak as people thought they were. Rin heard people talking about it after the first day of competition had ended. Hibiki from the Blue Pegasus guild was especially impressed at how she creatively managed that Urano Metria spell, using Gemini’s copying abilities to double her magic power. And from what he’d heard, she hadn’t been able to summon multiple Celestial Spirits in one go before.
    “Mystogan” did similarly well. Sure, he lost his match, but to have Jura Neekis of the Ten Wizard Saints on the ropes for a few moments was no easy feat. In fact, Rin was positive that if not for a little overly paranoid meddling on the other Crime Sorcerie’s end (Rin recognized the pepper incident from something Ultear and Meredy tried on him once), Jellal could have easily won.
Of course, that might have also exposed his true identity, but still…A win’s a win, right?
    It just went to show that, regardless of what the spectators may think, Fairy Tail was nothing to laugh at.
    “Good! I see everyone’s here!”
    Rin and Dia turned to see a small form jump up onto one of the tables. Rin smirked in spite of himself. Seems like the Master was going to give another one of his motivational speeches…
    “Listen up, brats!” Makarov shouted, swinging a mug (was everyone drinking???). “Today’s failure will only become the mother of tomorrow’s victory! Give it your best shot!!!”
    Yep, Makarov was up to his old motivational antics again. But hey, it had the desired effect Cheers rose up around the ranks. Even Cana and Hero had put a stop to their drunken shenanigans (good thing, too, since they were getting a little too close to each other with empty bottles) to join in on the cheering. If Rin had to guess, they were all probably smiling like a bunch of saps. That being said, the Shadow wizard couldn’t help himself either, but this was to be expected when it came to Gramps.
    “There is no ‘give up’ in our dictionary!!!” Makarov shouted. “Our goal is No. 1 in Fiore!!!”
    “Yeah!!!”
    It didn’t take much after that to get the guild in another one of their famous, partying moods. Friendly chatter, drinking, laughers, the works. Good times and good crimes all around. The Fairies went over the top to the point where the owners of the Inn almost considered throwing the lot out onto the streets. Of course, it wasn’t long after that the usual round of fights started to break out as well. Rin had his hands full keeping his out-of-control “siblings” in line, even going as far as sticking Gajeel and Freed to the ceiling to keep them from wrecking the place.
    There was, however, a couple of strange incidents involving copious amounts of alcohol and the onset drunkenness related with it. Apparently, after Hero bowed out of her game with Cana, some guy from the Quatro Cerberus guild wandered in. Managing not to fall over the fallen Earth mage (who at this point started to sing very loudly, and very badly…), he suddenly challenged Cana to a drinking contest out of the blue. And oddly enough, it was Cana who got drunk under the table that time. Macao and Wakaba—Cana’s constant hecklers and watchers—were absolutely stunned. The Cerberus wizard left shortly after that, laughing it up as he took Cana’s dignity (in the form of her bikini top) with him.
    The second incident happened just as Bacchus (the drunk from Quatro Cerberus) was leaving. After promising to settle some score with Erza, the drunk stumbled into a moaning Hero. Both fell over and Hero—being the clumsy, belligerent lightweight she apparently was—scrambled back up to her feet with a swaying lurch. Using her magic, she formed a set of stone gloves over her hands and tried to throw a punch Bacchus’ way. Seemed like she had every intention of knocking the poor guy’s block off in her inebriated state.
    But instead of hitting the other drunk, she ended up slamming Phoebus in the face. The unlucky Sun Dragon Slayer went flying halfway across the room, crashing into Gray and Natsu. Then those two fell over, knocking into Max and Warren. Soon, it was like some crazy domino effect of falling Fairies all over the bar. Bottles and mugs went flying as people started shouting. Eventually, the crazy line circled back around the room, where Mira stumbled into Dia. The Dragon Slayer fell forward, knocking foreheads with Rin. And when Rin fell down, the back of his head collided with Erza’s metal armor, resulting in an echoing, metallic clang that left the shadow wizard “seeing” stars.
    “S-Sorry, Rin…” Dia apologized.
    A few strands of white hair lifted in the air as Rin let out a little puff of air.
    “No…problem…”


    “G-God damn it…Why won’t these people shut up…???” Hero moaned and clutched her head.
    Never again. She was never going to let Cana goad her into any drinking competitions, games or ANYTHING involving alcohol ever again. No way. No how. Soooo not gonna happen…
    Dia glanced down at the drastically hung-over Creation wizard sitting all huddled up by her feet. Currently, Hero was suffering from a massive hangover. So because of that, she’d swiped Phoebus’ goggles from him and used the dark-tinted lenses to block out the harsh daylight while she covered her head in the end of Dia’s sash. Dia supposed that the girl was just trying to block everything out. Lycaon whimpered beside her, absently licking Hero’s arm.
    The Moon Dragon Slayer shook her head. “Why didn’t you just go to see Porlyusica? I’m sure she would have had something that would help…”
    One green eye peeked out from the folds of shiny, silver cloth.
    “And risk getting h-hit with that old witch’s broom?” Hero rasped. “Noooo thank you! O-Ow…”
    With that being said, Hero wiggled back under the sash. Seeing that any further talking would get her nowhere, Dia left Hero to mope and turned her attention back to the competition.
    They were in between events, which gave the snowy-haired young woman time to reflect.
    The second day of the Grand Magic Games opened up with another game, this one simply called “Chariot”. Like Hidden, it was a little strange, but certainly resembled an actual game. Instead of hide-and-seek, this one had revolved around the idea of a foot race.
    Taking place outside of the Domus Flau, Chariot took to the streets of Crocus with an actual fleet of chariots. They rolled down the roads all in a straight line, with all of the contestants placed all the way at the back. Basically, the idea was to race along the chariots towards the goal—the Domus Flau. You had to stay on the constantly moving chariots, and if you fell off…Well, provided you didn’t get yourself run over, you got disqualified from the event.
    There was one problem, however…
    Chariots in constant motion were nothing more than vehicles. And Dia couldn’t believe the irony of which members of the Fairy Tail teams got chosen to participate.
    Natsu Dragneel and Gajeel Redfox. Two Dragon Slayers. This naturally meant that the boys had to deal with their cumbersome motion sickness through the entire event, a fate that Dia and her brother both empathized for and were thankful that they didn’t have to participate. Heaven knows that Phoebus would’ve ended up falling off as soon as the game started. Dia didn’t even want to think of how long she would have lasted. She felt queasy just thinking about it…
    But I guess when I think about it, it was nice that Sting got stuck with the punishment too…
    Yeah, Dia was still pretty ticked at her old friend. So she wasn’t going to lie, not even to herself. Seeing Sting lag towards the back of the pack after that crap he was spewing about being oh so superior to them made her feel better. Hestia always talked about karmic retribution and all that “what goes around, comes around” stuff. It was nice to see it actually come into action. It totally made up for the defeat.
    Then again, she thought with a strained chuckle, I don’t think anyone saw Bacchus’ win coming. Never underestimate the chubby, or the drunk…
    The best part had to have been Natsu’s little speech about carrying on for the guild. Dia could see the love and pride he had for Fairy Tail. The fact that he was putting himself through this was a testament to that fact. She was just getting to know these people; she didn’t know what their struggles had been like. But from the amount of tears flowing down her comrades, they couldn’t be happier. Dia supposed Natsu was right. Fairy Tail kept moving on.
    And it wasn’t just the guild that was moved. Natsu’s heartfelt words reached into the crowd too, as little by little, people started to cheer them on after the boys crossed the finish line. Instead of insults and put downs, people were actually impressed and encouraging the boys.
    Sure, Natsu and Gajeel came in at sixth and seventh place respectively, but that was still better than the first day. They actually were able to score some points. The guild was already starting to turn things around and leave their mark on Fiore once again.
    And to think, Sting actually let the boys beat him. Dia hadn’t seen it coming, but she was impressed.
    Maybe there’s some hope for that clown after all…
    Eventually, a familiar head of spiky blond hair made it past the gateway arches of the Domus Flau. Sting was still moving sluggishly and unsteadily on his feet, despite the lack of locomotion on the chariots’ end. Dia actually felt a little sorry for the poor guy. She could see the greenish tinge in his skin all the way from up in the stands.
    Sting must have felt her watching him. As the Dragon Slayer passed by the guild’s spot in the stands on the way to his own, his head tilted upwards. As the two locked gazes, Dia couldn’t help the small “I told you so” grin that broke out on her face. A dainty little wave added to the overall childish, rub-it-in-your-face effect.
    I’m totally going to Hell for this, but…I might as well milk it while I can.
    “Dia, don’t you think that was a little mean?” Aglaia crawled up onto the Moon Dragon Slayer’s shoulder as Sting scowled darkly and stormed off. Dia frowned.
    “A little perhaps, but…Don’t you think your paint thing was pretty mean too?”
    Aglaia mewled sheepishly and fooled around with the edge of her skirt. “I guess...”
    “Face it…” Hero moaned. “Y’all’re both mean. The Saber brat…ow…was mean, too…He…ugh…had it coming to him, thought…God, my head…!”
    Dia and Aglaia glanced down at their “fallen” guild mate and sighed.
    “Hero, go see Porlyusica…”


    A bright, cheery little tune echoed through the halls of the Domus Flau. Phoebus, hands nestled in his pockets, whistled as he navigated around.
    He’d just come from the infirmary to check on Wendy and Carla and was pleased to see the white-furred Exceed up and about. Carla was still a little groggy, but otherwise she was fine. With any luck, that meant Wendy should wake up pretty soon too. Porlyusica assured him that their recovery was going smoothly, so he wasn’t really worried.
    “I just wish she hadn’t hit me with that broom…” The blond rubbed the sore spot between his shoulder blades from where the guild’s physician had hit him. “Man, she really knows how to hit…Huh. Maybe when Wendy wakes up, I’ll bring some sweets or something to celebrate. I bet they’ll like that!”
    After all, thanks to that little festival a few days ago, he knew some good places to buy really tasty snacks and things. He knew that Wendy didn’t like pickled plums, but there had to be some sweets that she liked. So he’d buy some for her and Carla as a sort of “Happy recovery!” present. Phoebus didn’t like the idea of any of his friends getting hurt, so cheering them up afterwards was something he really liked to do.
    Huh, Chariot’s been over for a bit now. I wonder if Natsu and Gajeel are doing okay. Should I have picked up something from the Infirmary while I was there?
    Much like his sister, Phoebus didn’t envy the other two Dragon Slayers one bit thanks to that Game nightmare. Honestly, what was going through those event coordinators’ heads when they came up with that? Natsu, Gajeel, Laxus, Wendy (sort of), Sting, and that Rogue guy…That was a lot of Dragon Slayers with motion sickness to take into consideration.
    “Well, I guess it could’ve been worse.” Resuming his whistling, Phoebus pulled the wooden yo-yo out of his pocket and started swinging and flinging it around.
    The little toy twirled and spun high all over the place—from high above the blond’s head to reaching the other side of the wide hallway he was walking down. Phoebus liked performing tricks with it. There was just something soothing about tossing the yo-yo around in a steady, rhythmic pattern. It relaxed him and put him at ease, no matter how stressful the situation. Not to mention, he was pretty good. And it seemed like one of the few things where his streak of bad luck never had an effect.
    Whirr…Whirr…Whirrrr—SNAP!
    …Well, it used to never affect it…
    Staring in complete disbelief, Phoebus watched as the string from his yo-yo suddenly snapped in the middle of his “Around the world” trick. The wooden toy went sailing through the air, down the corridor. And just as it started to plummet down to the ground, a familiar head of yellow hair stormed into its path.
    “OW! What the hell?!”
    Phoebus balked as his toy bounced off of Sting’s forehead. As the yo-yo clattered to the ground, the two Dragon Slayers made eye contact. Under Sting’s withering glare, Phoebus laughed sheepishly, body completely rigid as he idly scratched his cheek.
    “Eheheh…S-Sorry ’bout that…”
    Nursing the bright red spot next to his scar, Sabertooth’s White Dragon Slayer transferred his glare down to the now broken yo-yo. Crouching down, Sting picked it up and held it in the middle of his palm. Phoebus thought for sure that the other blond was going to smash it to smithereens, but instead, Sting straightened up and tossed the thing back to him.
    “Good to see your crappy bad luck hasn’t changed much over the years,” he muttered as it bounced off of Phoebus’ forehead before the wizard could catch it. “Can’t you watch where you’re aiming those things, loser?”
    “Good to see you’re still a jerk,” Phoebus countered as he examined his yo-yo. “Rotted string…Darn it, why did it break now of all times???”
    “You honestly still play with those things?” Sting continued. “Geez, you’re such a kid, Sunshine.”
    Phoebus blinked. Looking up, he smirked back at the other blond. “Did you forget how many times this ‘kid’ got the best of you with my awesome yo-yo moves, Bumblebee?”
    The two Dragon Slayers stared at each other, unblinking, for a full minute. Then, pretty suddenly, the two started laughing. The empty hallway filled up with the sound of their mirth until both wizards were gasping for breath, grinning like a couple of idiots.
    Phoebus walked up and threw his arm around Sting’s shoulder, gripping the other blond in a slight headlock as he messed up his hair.
    “I knew there was still a nice guy in there,” he grinned. “And to think, I was about ready to beat the snot out of you earlier!”
    Sting snorted and wiggled out of the headlock, a smug grin fixed on his face.
    “Yeah, right,” he replied. “You couldn’t, even if you tried. I’m the great Sting Eucliffe, didn’t you know? One of Fiore’s strongest.”
    The Sun Dragon Slayer scoffed and rolled his eyes. He recalled hearing something similar to that way back when Sting was still a kid trying to egg him and his sister into a sparing match. Long story short, Sting got his butt kicked three ways to Sunday by the Sun and Moon twins. But Phoebus didn’t feel like shattering the poor guy’s ego by bringing that up.
    “But, uh, hey…How’re you doing after an event like Chariot?” Phoebus looked Sting up and down from head to toe. “I heard that the motion sickness was really getting to you three…”
    Judging from the look of it, the infamous Dragon Slayer weak spot was still somewhat affecting Sting. He didn’t seem completely recovered. Sweat still clung to him and he still looked a little pale. But the Dragon Slayer was determined to pass it off as nothing.
    “Ah, I’m much stronger than that, Phoeb.” Sting puffed out his chest and smirked. “It’s nothing a real Dragon Slayer can’t handle.”
    Phoebus frowned. “Uh, sure…Oh, and thanks for what you did back there. Those points…They really mean a lot to us, so…Thanks.”
    Sting brushed the gratitude off like it was nothing, much to Phoebus’ ire. “It’s just a couple of points. Sabertooth can make up for it with no sweat. Just you wait, buddy. Before the day’s done, it’ll be like I never even lost!”
    Is he…Is he serious? Phoebus resisted the urge to cringe. Sting had always had a little bit of an ego when he was younger, but this was ridiculous! All that prestige and “power” had seriously gone to his head…
    “Oh, but hey!” Sting shouted, clapping his hand on Phoebus’ shoulder. “Now that you, Dia, and Aglaia are back, why don’t you guys dump those loser Fairies and come join Sabertooth? Another couple of powerful Dragon Slayers would make us even stronger than ever! No one could ever beat us!”
    Those words instantly stilled the Sun Dragon Slayer, like having a bucket of ice dumped on his head. Mouth gaping and eyes wide with surprise, he turned and looked at Sting, incredulously. Did he really just hear that right…?
    “Leave…Fairy Tail?”
    Sting nodded, completely oblivious to Phoebus’ shocked face. “Sure, why not? My guild’s going to totally annihilate them anyway, and you guys just joined, right? It’d be perfect! The entrance standards are pretty high, but Cosmic Dragons are already pretty damn strong, so I don’t think you’d have any trouble.”
    “Sting…”
    “You’d like it, too. There’s lots of strong wizards there, even if we’ve got a couple of weirdoes in the bunch. Heh, maybe Rogue would actually get interested for once.”
    “Sting.”
    “Hey, let’s go find that mushroom sister of yours and ask her! This’ll be great! The three of us back together after fourteen years!”
    “STING!”
    Thinking back on it, Phoebus probably used a little too much force when he tried to shove Sting away. The two blonds went stumbling back in opposite directions. Sting landed on his back, while Phoebus went sprawling, whacking his head painfully on the ground.
    “Ow!” Sting cried. “Phoebus, what was that for…?”
    As the White Dragon Slayer pulled himself back up, Phoebus floundered, his head still trying to process everything Sting had just said.
    Leave Fairy Tail…to join Sabertooth?
    There was no way he could do that! No possible way!
    “Phoebus…?”
    “Sting, are you insane?!” Phoebus shouted. “I can’t just leave Fairy Tail, especially to join Sabertooth!”
    Sting blinked, confused. “Wha? Sure you can. Just tell ’em that you’re done and—”
    “Sting!” Phoebus barreled back up to his feet. “You’re not listening to me! I…I can’t leave Fairy Tail, neither can Dia. Not after what they’ve done for us! Sting, it’s because of Fairy Tail that we’re even back in the first place! I can’t just leave them like that when I owe them so much!”
    Sting’s face fell, a hurt look creeping into his features. “But I thought we were…”
    “Besides, after what happened a few nights ago, do you honestly think Dia’s going to want to go join another guild with you in it…?” Phoebus stared at the ground as he remembered his sister’s devastated face. “Sting…You really, really hurt Dia. She’s not going to just forgive you like that…”
    “She’ll get over it,” Sting protested. “Besides, I thought we were all going to join a guild together! We made a promise, remember?!”
    Phoebus scoffed. “Are you listening to yourself, Sting?! I don’t think you are! This is Dia we’re talking about! She doesn’t let go of things just like that. Heck, it’s a wonder how she hasn’t gone berserk on you yet because of what you did!”
    The Dragon Slayer wasn’t listening. Or…He didn’t want to listen. But the fact of the matter was simple. Fairy Tail saved Phoebus and his little family, and they welcomed them into theirs. To just leave them high and dry like this, to abandon them at a time like this, when they needed all the support they could get, was unthinkable.
    He wasn’t going to leave them. Not even for an old friend.
    “Sting, I…???”
    Something collided into his side. Looking down, Phoebus saw Echo pressed up against his side, pink eyes impossibly wide. Phoebus felt his heart hammer inside of his chest.
    How long has Echo been here?!
    “Wha…What’s up, Echo?”
    The little blue-haired girl fumbled for her pen, scrawling out a sentence so quickly that her words were sloppy and almost unreadable.
    “Dia-nee sent me to find you,” it read. “The first round of the Battle segment is about to start, and Ri-nii’s in the first match against that Bacchus guy!”
    “Rin?” Phoebus repeated. “Rin’s about to battle?!”
    Echo nodded her head furiously, tugging at his hand. She was trying to get him to come with her.
    “Phoebus!” Sting called angrily. “What about my request?!”
    The Sun Dragon Slayer paused. Looking back at Sting, he noticed a little bit of desperation coloring his features. As much as it hurt Phoebus to do this…
    “I’m sorry, Sting,” he said firmly, “but I owe too much to the Fairy Tail guild. I’m not going anywhere, and neither is my sister…”
    Giving one last, apologetic look to a shocked and disbelieving Sting Eucliffe, Phoebus turned and followed Echo down the hallway. He could hear a low growling from behind him, followed by a swift bang, like someone slamming their fist into something.
    Phoebus sighed.
    Sorry, Sting…It’s just…things have really changed…
Phoebus: *sighs* Well, this sucks...
Hero: *sitting with a blanket over her head* Tell me about it. My head....!
Rin: *tilting his head to the side* So I'm gonna fight that drunk who took Cana's bikini top? Uh...Alright then...
me: Well, you can't deny, it should be interesting!

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Me: good choice phoebus ^^

Deker : yeah, don't worry about sting. He'll get over it.

Tessa : HOWS YOUR HEAD HERO?

Selina: sis! Opps sorry hero.