Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 11: The Metal Moulder

"Iт αιɴ'т αвoυт нow нαrd yoυ нιт, ιт'ѕ αвoυт нow нαrd yoυ cαɴ ɢeт нιт. How мυcн yoυ cαɴ тαĸe αɴd ĸeep мovιɴɢ ғorwαrd."-R o c k y

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As Lucy promised, she would go see Gajeel's fight today.

Gray had picked up Lucy earlier and hung out for a bit before grabbing Levy and Juvia and heading towards wherever the fight was. It was early evening, with the sun just starting to set.

Lucy hadn't known what exactly to wear, and she wasn't trying to impress anyone, so she opted for her usual style of dirty white rip-off vans, well fitting black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with her hair up in another messy bun. Gray thought it was cute in a way, even if the rest of her friends were in jeans. Levy and Juvia had put on a subtle amount of makeup, making her feel like a bare potato comparing to two hotties.

They all stepped out of the car, already hearing roaring voices coming from inside the musky, small arena. Her feet landed on the dirty ground, each step crackling beneath her shoes. Gray made sure she was tucked at his side, warning her that it would be a bit more rowdy than any other sporting events.

She was completely overwhelmed by everything. The inside was darkened among the cramped crowds around the ring while old, heavy lights hung just above the center of the fighting area. Various streams of smoke fluttered in the air from either cigarettes or weed, the smell filling her lungs uncomfortably. Old men in suits had clipboards with a cigar between their teeth, maybe scouting for particular boxers that stuck out to their likings. Rowdy yells and screams came from crazy fans, more colorful language being thrown out.

Lucy looked to see that it wasn't full at the moment, more about halfway. Two exhausted fighters currently tiptoed back and forth, awaiting for the other to take a cheap shot before advancing. She wrinkled her nose at their bloody and bruised skin.

"Is it always like this?" Lucy asked loudly, trying to have her voice too over the crazy shouting.

Gray nodded, keeping a comfortable hand barely on her lower back. "Yeah, it'll only get worse once Gajeel comes out for his fight after this."

Levy waved her hand like it wasn't an issue. "Don't worry, if any guys hit on you, either Gray or Gajeel will beat their asses. Happens a lot."

Well, that was totally reassuring. Lucy didn't want to be hit on by anyone, much less a drunken creep, and there seemed to be more than dozens of them wandering around recklessly.

"It's...different," Juvia added, standing on the other side of Gray.

"Follow me." Gray motioned, keep a soft grasp around Lucy's wrist to make sure she wouldn't get lost. Him and Levy casually walked towards a section with Juvia and Lucy trailing close behind.

Lucy glanced over to the ring to see one of the guys smash a punch in his opponents' face. She duly gulped as the other young man stumbled back and toppled over, knocked out unconscious. Just by watching the scene made her skin crawl, imagining the harsh blow to her own face.

That thought made her shiver.

Gray led her to a few open centered spaces that were fairly close, but it was more like bleachers rather than cushioned seats. He gave her a comforting smile, something she desperately needed to not run out of the small and cramped building. Lucy slid right next to him, not minding their bodies touching. Juvia sat on her other side while Levy sat on the end, letting the two feel more comfortable between their presence.