feral | sting eucliffe

XXVII | AFBA

Episode 27: A Fight Between Animals!

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Y/N TILTED HER HEAD, staring at him. It's as if all emotion had vanished from her eyes, but close friends and companions knew that was her way of hiding her own physical pain and torment during a battle. "To be certain, you're completely sure about this, Sting?" She blinked at him, cracking her knuckles as he nodded furiously, a valiant grin shaping his lips.

She nodded with a light smile, "Alright then, come at me." He shook his head, beckoning her forward as he held up his hand and moved it in a 'come here' motion. "No, ladies first," A smirk came upon her expression as she darted forward before Sting could even process anything, "You should've wished you didn't say anything."

Instantly, Sting was kicked in the side and he was sent flying into the wall on her left. She landed swiftly on her feet and Sting could now see why her speed was so enhanced. Her arms had feathers hanging off them, that of a peregrine falcon, the fastest animal on earth. The kick only hurt so much since she had managed to turn one of her legs into that of a horse's.

He wiped his lips, grinning. "Looks like I don't have to hold back." She tilted her head, a sweet smile still on her face. It slightly scared him at how calm she could be in a battle like this, but he tried to brush the fear away. "I never told you to," Y/n mused, giggling softly. He froze for a moment, pink flushing to his cheeks as the tips of his ears turned red.

Why did that sound so oddly arousing?! He swore under his breath again, but quickly snapped out of his dazed expression to see a slightly concerned Y/n. She seemed to be in the process of mustering an apology, rambling to herself about 'kicking him too hard' and that 'it's all her fault'. Rolling his eyes, Sting shot a white dragon roar at her, the crowd 'ooo'ing and 'aaa'ing at that.

"See? Perfectly fine," He grinned teasingly. Y/n pouted briefly, the attack nearly burning the end of her cloak. She beamed shortly after, getting over the surprise attack as she positioned herself in an offensive stance, nearly mimicking his. "Good. I thought I knocked your brain up for a second there," Y/n tilted her head.

Her odd choice of words sent Chase and Nikos into hysterics, the two gripping onto each other's arms and laughing while Akane rolled her eyes, a small giggle leaving her lips. Rogue shouted from the crowd, cupping his hands over his mouth. "He doesn't have one, so don't worry about it!" He yelled towards Y/n, making Sting yell some profanities at him.

Y/n nodded, winking. "I'll keep that in mind, Rogue." Sting, feeling as if he needed to up his game—along with the idea of showing off towards the ladies—activated his white drive. Y/n grew confused at the style of magic briefly before shaking her head. She was adamant on not getting distracted, especially in the midst of a battle.

Soon enough, he was the one to charge at her, showing up like a dart of white. After a few good hits and kicks, he'd manage to scratch up part of her cloak and make a light bruise on her cheekbone. Y/n patted her cheekbone gently, not wincing at all. Shrugging off the cloak, Y/n tossed it over to Chase.

It was a rare, but beautiful moment. Akane clapped, looking back at her phone occasionally while Nikos smirked and tilted his head. Chase grew amused, knowing that she was finally getting slightly serious. Even though she'd gone this far, it didn't mean she'd use all of her magic power. Underneath her white cloak, she wore a pristine white dress.

The hems were shaped in little bumps and the collar and waistline had some simple lace designs. With the dress, she wore thigh high stockings and black combat boots. Another surge of magic power released from her as she darted forward, attacking Sting. His white drive allowed him to keep up with her attacks, but barely.

Her speed was unmatched with his own, but his managed to just counter her attacks. Leaping into the air after delivering another kick to his left, she spun around and kicked him directly in the middle of the back, sending him flying across the fighting area. While the others gawked, Y/n landed swiftly with a kind smile. 

Sting quickly recovered before charging at her again. The two fought quickly, mismatching their speed and strength to create new attacks and moves. Flashes of white and blurs of h/c flew around the fighting arena faster than the audience could keep up with. It seemed that Y/n kept transforming midway, flashes of h/c following after black or white.

Y/n landed swiftly on her feet before stumbling, wincing and gritting her teeth as her knee scuffed the dirty ground. Sting didn't seem to be in good shape either, his white drive going away into wisps of light. He doubted he could ignite it again. Coughing slightly, she wiped her lips and looked around for an advantage of some sort.

Before she could, Sting had slammed his fist into her cheek, sending her back a few feet. Quickly recovering, Y/n disappeared from his sight as a little bug. Scuttling past him as he looked around confusedly, she morphed into a peregrine falcon, hooking her talons to the back of his clothing. A yelp left his lips, the crowd watching in awe as she flew higher.

Last minute, she transformed into a guillemot. Levy recognized it quickly, a soft gasp leaving her lips. "That's one of the fastest diving birds on the planet," She watched with wide brown eyes as Y/n used the remaining amount of energy she had left in her to keep her grip. Flying just a bit higher, she dove and began to spiral swiftly.

It was as if you threw a ball of white and black into a blender, mixing it until it was completely liquefied. A large crash resounded, both bird and dragon slayer slamming into the ground as dirt and rubble flew up. Sting was knocked out, slumped onto the debris. Y/n was left, a small h/c armadillo curled up near him. 

Y/n slowly uncurled herself, the crowd gasping as it seemed that she was the lone winner. She stumbled forward a few times, falling to the ground as her magic dispersed, revealing her human self.