Haruka & The Fairy Tail Guild
The screams and the wind were deafening. Makarov felt a shiver run down his spine as he glimpsed at the state of the town. This Magic isn't natural, the old man thought as he clenched his fists. This Magic is demonic…
Makarov stood in his titan form, as large as a giant. His fists were as large as trucks and the ground rumbled with every step, but it was so dark and gloomy that he could hardly even recognise the shapes that were scattering around underfoot. Debris and dust scattered all around him as the guild building shattered to pieces into the storm. A small pang of fury hit him as he looked at the ruins of the headquarters, but honestly Makarov didn't really care.
He was far too busy worrying about the Mages, and about the townspeople.
"Everyone form up!" Makarov screamed loudly, but his bellow was drowned out in the wind. Men and women were scattering around, running madly in the panicked confusion. "Keep together!"
Dark shadows launched at him from all sides. Makarov felt sharp blades sting at his heels and Magic spells bounce off his skin, but then he slammed his foot down so hard that nearby houses collapsed from the tremor. He was one of the Ten Wizard Saints, after all, and his opponents could hardly hope to match him. A furious bellow burst from his throat as the Guild Master sent a dozen of the attackers flying with a furious swipe.
But still, they just kept coming, clawing and launching themselves with no regard for their own safety. These… creatures… aren't human, Makarov realised. They didn't feel pain, or fear.
The wind roared. In the flicker flames, Makarov glimpsed Mages racing in all directions, and the dread hit him. There was coordination to this assault. This wasn't a mindless attack. The demonspawn were taking advantage of the darkness and the confusion. They were trying to cause panic, and split the guild apart.
Around him, the walls of the building continued to collapse as the doubt gnawed at Makarov's confidence. He wasn't a young man anymore. He had no idea how many of his children might be trapped in the rumble. With every step of his titan form, he could be endangering his own precious people.
My children come first. Everyone with the Fairy Tail mark was family. Makarov couldn't risk their safety. " Fairy Tail! " Makarov bellowed, struggling to be heard over the wind. " Stick together! Hunt for survivo—"
He flinched as suddenly a dark shadow flickered towards him. Makarov slammed his hand downwards, just as the shadowy tendrils took the form of snakes and tried to entangle his legs. Shadow Magic, mixed with demonic energy. A dark haired man with a greased spiky hair, a white high-collared shirt, and cold dead eyes appeared at Makarov's feet, weaving the shadows around him.
"Erigor demands your death," the demonspawn chanted monotonously, in a voice that was chillingly polite. Erigor, Makarov thought darkly. Eisenwald.
Erza's report came rushing back to him. Could they have Lullaby as well? Was that the source of this demonic power? If so, then the whole town was in danger. They had to get out of range as soon as possible. Makarov gritted his teeth as he focused his Magic with renewed determination. The air shimmered as his body expanded to monstrous size.
I WILL CRUSH YOU ALL BEFORE I LET YOU HURT MY GUILD, Makarov promised with thunderous rage. The Guild Master grew so large his shadow loomed over everything. His eyes were white with rage. That Shadow Mage never even lasted a second before Makarov crushed him like a bug.
From his new height, he could see across the entire town. Magnolia was burning. The wind buffered him furiously, threatening to knock him over, but Makarov remained steady. The whole town was caged by a hurricane of razor sharp wind, but Makarov grit his teeth. A Wind Wall. That was quite high level Wind Magic, but it didn't matter. Makarov could break through it. There were very few things on the planet that could stop an enraged Wizard Saint.
Before he could even move, there was a rumble of thunder from below. Makarov glimpsed down just to glimpse his grandson, angrily walking from the rumble and firing powerful lightning strikes that burned through the air. Makarov could almost see the look of disdain on Laxus's face as he fired lightning indiscriminately into the night, scorching through the ruins.
"Laxus! Stop!" Makarov screamed in alarm, but the wind overpowered everything. At this point, confusion and darkness were their biggest enemies. At this rate, Laxus would do more damage to their own side than to the enemy—Laxus was just blasting everything around him blindly. His grandson wasn't the most compassionate soul.
The Guild Master screamed as lunged downwards to stop Laxus, but the arrogant blond just scoffed. "Stay out of my way, old man!" Laxus roared, unleashing a barrage of blindingly powerful blasts and Makarov, not even the old man could shrug that attack off easily.
His body shuddered. Suddenly, Makarov felt his huge feet collide against something solid. Apparently that Shadow Mage wasn't as dead as he thought. The demonspawn was alive enough to weave shadowy ropes around Makarov's feet. Between the wind, the lightning and the panic, it was enough to make the Guild Master lose his balance. Physics took care of the rest.
Not even Makarov could fight gravity. His heart was pounding madly as the ground rushed up to meet him.
I'm an old man, Makarov thought with instant regret, just before he hit the ground. The resulting earthquake could be felt for miles.
Laxus and half the guild were almost crushed by Makarov's huge body, and the tidal wave of force buried them all in dust and debris. Makarov's eyes widened in alarm as he tripped headfirst into the wall of wind, feeling his body scream in agony as razor sharp gales tore at his flesh.
He would have been embarrassed by his defeat if it hadn't been swallowed by the ice cold dread of despair. I'm an old man…