"For those of you just tuning in now, it is the second day of the Grand Magic Games! And our competitors are taking on their first challenge of the day, the Chariot!" Chapati said, from his seat in the announcers box. "This is a race between the competitors, as to who can reach the finish line first. But it's not that simple of a course,"
"Thash right," Yajima reply.
"Cooool! Coooool! Cooooool!" Jason shouted, his usual words as the guest host of the day.
"As you can see, our contestants must race upon a long series of constantly moving war chariots, besides having to race against each other. They must also keep focus lest they tumble off and lose progress!" Chapati explained.
The audience cheered wildly, as they watched the screen that projected the lead racers, but their faces fell when they glanced at those at the back of the pack.
"By the way, Yajima-san could anyone have predicted this turn of events?" Chapati asked.
"Hmm... Such a mesh, it ish?" Yajima commented.
Half of the competitions racers were lagging far behind, while the rest each struggling just to keep moving, as they barely standing on their feet in last place was Natsu. Who looked ready to throw up at a moments notice, just ahead of him were Gajeel and Sting, with neither of which were faring any better and barely managing to keep ahead of the slayers... Was Merlin who was hindered for an entirely different reason, the man looked as if he'd been put through the wringer, his beautifully flowing hair was now an unkempt mess with strands sticking out.
Everywhere his outfit was torn in several places, he had a black eye, and nearly every inch of exposed skin that was covered in scratch and bite marks. Why did Chaldea had sent out a clearly injured man to participate in the race was beyond understanding.
"Move it flame breath!" Gray shouted from his seat in the stands. "You're being outrun by a cripple!"
None of the racers could hear him of course, but Natsu had the sudden urge to throttle the ice mage.
"At the very least, I have to say that it is quite inspiring to see these four push forward, despite how much they must be suffering," Chapati said.
"So coooool!" Jason shouted.
"Please calm down, Jason," Chapati said.
Merlin let out a ragged breath, as he stumbled forward.
"I'm not here to be inspiring... I'm here because my guildmates are heartless!"
Merlin shouted.
The both famous and infamous wizard grunted, with barely restrained obscenities, as he trudged onward having Fou tear into him was one thing. But with preventing him from utilizing any form of recovery magecraft was another, but then forcing him to participate in the first challenge of the day this punishment was beyond excessive. Of course not once did he regret rescuing that hot piece of ass that is Flare, but he should be busy wooing her right now not taking part in a foot race.
"Oh! Ho! Ho! I will ensure my vengeance for this injustice is both swift and merciless!" Merlin muttered darkly as he began to plot.
Then he heard a growl from behind.
It is part of human nature, to turn away from and ignore terrifying things they believe that if they refuse to
acknowledge the present danger that it
will cease to be, if you can't see it then it
can't be there, and for all that he was Merlin was still part human. But even he couldn't stop his head from turning towards the source of the growl.
"Oh my, it appears that a small animal has made its way onto the course!" Chapati shouted in shock.
It wasn't the fear of God that had struck Merlin, but the fear of a tiny ball of soft fur.
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Rise Of The Wrought Iron King
Fanfiction(this is a fate fan fic) Shirou emiya the master of the Saber class servant from the fifth holy grail war and the winner of the holy grail usually the winner will be granted a wish from the cup yet he dismantle the grail because the cup was corrupte...
