space | fairy tail

53 | the king of time

"Fuck you Bickslow, watch where you're shooting those lasers!" Galatea yelled, narrowly dodging a laser that would've cut clean through her shoulder.

The group had entered the labyrinth and were absolutely plowing through the very monster-infested place. Ogres, cyclopses, goblins, minotaurs, werewolves, vulcans, griffins, zombies, and other such beasts poured after them at every turn. Despite the teeming amounts of beasts, the team of five tore through them almost entirely effortlessly as if they were batting flies.

Galatea jumped past Bickslow, turning another corner to find a new horde of zombies. A grin spread onto her face, as vortex coated her arms.

"Spatial Dragon Wing Attack!"

"Lightning Dragon Roar!"

As Galatea ensnared the undead horde with her vortex-tentacles, her fellow S-Class mage charring them to bits with his lightning. She looked back at him for a second, a smirk displayed on his face. Sending him one back, she added a cheeky wink before she whipped out two of her daggers and threw them straight into the eyes of the minotaur bounding towards them.

"Keep up." She teasingly called, dropping through a multitude of portals as she popped up in places the monsters weren't expecting, and easily wiping out their forces for that reason.

For an S-Class mission, this sure was simple.

"Are you challenging me?" Laxus called out, though there was no malice in his tone.

"I don't know, am I?" She teased.

"Oh for the love of Mavis you two, stop flirting during the mission!" Evergreen yelled out.

Galatea stuck out her tongue at her teammates before sending an enhanced punch to a werewolf, knocking it back a bit.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Bickslow yelled out.

Galatea whipped around to see Bickslow clutching his bloody shoulder, her eyes flickering over to the werewolf standing on its hind legs less than half a metre away from him with blood dripping from its mouth.

"Fuck." Galatea cursed under her breath.

A portal ripped open underneath her feet and she disappeared in an instant, dropping out of a portal above the werewolf with her spiked whip in hand. Activating the spikes as she hooked it around the werewolf's neck, she mercilessly strangled the beast to death before looking at Bickslow, who had started to sweat.

"Cover us!" Galatea yelled out to the group, before dashing over to Bickslow with two bottles in her hands, the whip discarded on the ground. Unscrewing the bottle with a blue liquid inside, she held it out to Bickslow. "Drink, now."

Bickslow pulled his hand away from his wound, taking the bottle from Galatea.

"All of it?" Bickslow asked.

"No, just a mouthful."

"Okay."

As Bickslow followed her instructions, she opened the second bottle, filled with an icky smelling orange paste that bubbled as soon as it left the bottle. She was quick to slather it on his bite wound, not caring much for the blood smearing on her hands.

Bickslow hissed as the paste began to steam, fizzling and popping against his skin. He looked over to Galatea, who was more focused on keeping an eye out for any monsters looking to ambush them. A rogue and rather brave griffin jumped out that them, only to slam face first into Galatea's Vortex Shield and then promptly get hit by Laxus's incoming Raging Bolt.

"The fuck is that doing?" Bickslow coughed out, though he looked a bit better than he was yesterday.

"Burning away the virus that could turn you into a werewolf. The thing you drank was antidote, and the paste keeps the wound from re-infecting you or getting us infected from touching you." Galatea explained.