Bickslow as a general rule was an easy going guy, even when a battle got serious he usually still had a grin on his face. However, there was no trace of his normal attitude right now as he stood protectively over Freed, eyes alight with fury as he tried not to focus on the blood staining the front of his partner’s coat, but rather the sound of his breathing. It was impossible for him to ignore the soft, breathless whimpers of pain though, and his temper snapped, all thoughts of tempering his attacks as they were in a built up area disappearing. They hurt Freed… That was unforgivable in his mind, and his voice was a low growl as he unleashed the full force of his magic.
“Baryon Formation!”
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Fairytail Drabbles
AléatoireA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
