Behind the scenes

Destruction

It was night by the time I got to the scum Fairies' hall. I took a deep breath, and only smelled the lingering scents of these weaklings. There's no one here. I'll just leave them a little surprise for the morning. I broke in through a window, smashing a few more, for the fun of it. Tch, I thought, looking around. This place doesn't look like a guild for wizards. It's just a trashy bar. Gihi, how about I trash it a little more! I walked around their guild hall, eating little bits of metal as I found them. Forks, spoons, a pen, and some nails that were laying around. Finally, I stopped in the middle of the hall, and raised my hands over my head. I gathered my power, and yelled, "Iron Dragon's Pillars!" As I slammed my hands into the floor, iron cylinders shot out at different angles, crashing through the walls and ceiling. "HAHAHAHA!" This was great! I sat on the side of one of my pillars for a few minutes to see if the commotion would bring anyone running.

As I grew bored, I walked upstairs, and gathered my power again. "Iron Dragon's Pillars!" I yelled, and watched the metal decimate the roof here too. "Iron Dragon's Club!" I shouted, and began smashing tables and windows that were missed by the pillars. Still none of these fools came running. Maybe they're smarter than I thought, and are too scared to come.

"Gihi, I guess I'll wait until morning to see their reactions." I climbed out one of the holes in the roof, and leapt to a nearby building. Sitting down by a chimney so I wouldn't be seen, I pulled my half cloak around my arms and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to shouts of dismay. "Aaah, music to my ears!" I chuckled darkly, looking around the brick chimney I'd slept against to watch the trash run around like a bunch of chickens, squawking about their precious hall. A little old man looked like he was about to cry. Ha! That must be old man Makarov. I started scanning around the rest of the scum. There were too many of them down there to pick a fight. I may not be a genius, but I ain't that stupid. Besides, Master had said this was just a property damage mission. I kept my eyes open for scarlet hair. I hadn't had never fought the so-called Titania, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to. Not here, anyway. Not with all her scum to back her up.

I froze when I caught the smell of ink and paper, mingled with plants and sweat. Them! They're here! I scanned for the bluenette and her moron shadows. I'd read about them once, they called themselves Shadow Gear. What a joke. They weren't scary, and they didn't know anything about working in the dark. Not like I do.

"Gah! They're too surrounded. I'll have to get them some other time." Those fools owed me; because of them I'd been made into a punching bag. I pulled my hood up, so they couldn't see my face, and slid off the other side of the building I'd been sitting on. I lingered for a while longer before hearing something about a team who was out of town. The Heartfilia princess must be part of that team. I'll tell Master she's not here right now. With that thought, I headed back to the train. No point wasting any more time watching these scum cry like the weaklings they were.