Zero and Zenoram
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Zero continued to watched as everyone else reacted to the dark mage who had plagued so many lives. He’d honestly never believed he would run into the infamous wizard, but he was. Lazarus seemed to be breaking down, and Amaya was filled with rage. Fear and anger surrounded him and the darkness felt suffocating for almost a moment. The Black Mage Zeref. He couldn’t be bothered with the mages before him. Zero hated that. Being looked down upon as if he were little more than a bug in the wake of his enemy. He was a goddamn Dragon Slayer! And yet, part of him had been afraid all the same. Part of him had judged others for trying to attack him head on as if that were an idiotic thing to do.
Yes, Zeref was powerful. In fact, he was more than that. Fighting him could result in death. But backing down could mean death regardless. Then all was still. He felt something on his back. He turned his head back, but nothing was there.
”I’ve never seen you like this.”
All of a sudden, Zero felt a calm wave wash over him. Zenoram’s voice was all he needed.
”Sorry for worrying you. He thought before glancing around as the others around him. He smirked. Everyone had their own shit to deal with it seemed. And yet they were all here. Together. It was something he never could have imagined in his wildest dreams. He remembered scoffing at the thought when Hemlock would tell him stories and teach him about the society he’d hated for so long. The society he still hated, but had at least found a reason to remain in after Hemlock’s death.
”Listen to your boy toy Amaya.” He finally said with a chuckle, feeling a little more like himself. ”You keep going on like that and you’re gonna start sounding like me,” he added confidently as he began to release his magic. He’d been lucky to snap out of his stupor. The tension had broken and torrent of attacks would soon be coming their way. Many could fend for themselves, and those that couldn’t would have all the help they needed. But he couldn’t just stand by and let everyone else do all the work. He was a Dragon Slayer. More than that, he was a Phoenix Wing Mage. And whether he liked it or not, that meant something dammit.
“Dragon Slayer Secret Art!” Zero signaled his attack as his magic began to pour out of him. Poison enveloped his hands. It flowed wildly around as he used it all to create a vortext around himself. It acted as a barrier against the incoming constructs of darkness much to his satisfaction, absorbing them into the spiraling poison. “Amethyst Wisteria:” He continued as he focused on controlling his magic and poison. Zero had always been careful about how and when he used his secret outs. They were far more destructive than he could possibly control, but he was sure anyone of his allies could reasonably keep themselves or each other safe.
”Come on… Come ooooon! He thought desperately. He knew something was coming. A moment he could use to his advantage. He didn’t know how, he just knew.
”Now!” Zenoram’s voice pushed him forward once more as a flash of light enveloped the area.
”Poison Dragon’s Drill!” The dragon slayer roared as he directed the spiraling, drill-like mass of poison towards Zeref. It had admittedly obstructed his view, and the light hadn’t helped, but he didn’t need to see to find his target. It was Zeref after all. And he trusted in Zenoram’s judgement more than anything. He knew this was the right moment. And there was no turning back. There was no biding their time. This was it. To put anything but this much forth would be a waste of his and his allies’ lives.