A/N: The second half of the Wendy vs Twin Dragons battle. She kinda gets a bit sadistic towards the end. I will inform you all now, I heavily edited the effects of a few of her attacks. Especially the last one. If you must, imagine them several times worse than I've described them, and you'll get there.

Per usual, my pocketbook obliges me to inform y'all that I still do not own Fairy Tail. *siiiigh*

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Re-cap from previous chapter:

"The First of the White Dragon reduces even fire itself to ash! Dragon Slayer Secret Art: HOLY NOVA!" He bends his right arm backwards with his hand cupped, a sphere of light in his hand, his left outstretched in a shield. He rushes forward, a beam of light forming over his arm as he swings at the girl, still held in place by the shadow dragon as the beam envelopes all three of them.

The resulting explosion of light and shadow creates quite the show for all watching. An intricate dance of white and black light surrounding the contestants in a large ball, sending shadows soaring in every direction as the onlookers stare in awe.

Tenrou Island: X78?

"Gravity Dragon: Arresting Inertia!" Purple magic seals appear on the girl's body, showing on her arms, legs and exposed torso. She crouches down in a runner's stance before darting at her opponent, hand swinging at his face. "Gravity Dragon: Orbital Impact!" The recipient dodges the girl's fist, before raising his own hand up, a large fist of purple flame forming and blocking the second large purple fist swinging towards him from the side.

"Is that the best you can do?" the man asks, not even looking at the colliding elements above them as he dodges another swing by the girl.

Growling, she dances backwards out of his reach before swinging her leg at him. "Gravity Dragon: Relativity Strike: Hundred Rending Legs!" After multiple roundhouse kicks, she alternates feet as her legs fly faster than the eye can follow, hitting high and low and everywhere in between. Her legs a blur, seeming to hit simultaneously in multiple spots before the girl suddenly jumps in the air.

"Gravity Dragon: Hyper Asteroid Impact!" Her torso flips forward multiple times before crashing down, one leg forward, the other behind. To her surprise, her front leg is caught by her opponent.

"Not bad, Wendy. You actually hit me quite a few times there. You've gotten faster. But you still don't have any power behind your kicks" the man comments, putting the girl's leg down.

"But you keep saying that for me speed is more important than power!" she whines in retaliation, arms hanging as she pouts and stomps her feet.

"Yes, because between your Gravity seals you have on, and your Sky seals, you can defy several laws of the universe when it comes to speed. It's your greatest ally in a fight, as you've just demonstrated by hitting me. However, speed will only get you so far. It doesn't matter how fast the fly is, it'll never defeat the bull. Right now you're a fly to my bull. The blade of grass can strike a rock a thousand times, but it will never break it."

"ARRGGHHH! NATSU! WHY DO YOU KEEP SPEAKING IN RIDDLES!?"

The pinkette answers with a chuckle. "Some things must be learned the hard way. I can only show you the path. You must be the one to walk down it."

"MORE RIDDLES! GAHHH! No wonder Gajeel decided not to train with us today" she grumbles, turning away from her teacher.

Fighting back another chuckle, the elder instructor offers a deal. "Tell you what: if you can knock me down...no, even better. If you can make me move, as in leave my current position, I'll let you pick what we do next."

Spinning around on a coin, the girl's eyes bulge out wide-eyed with a mile-wide smile. "REALLY?! You promise?"

"Promise. Show me your power, Wendy. Show me what you can do."

Grand Magic Games Arena X79?

"Are you serious? Is that the best you can do?"

The explosion and resulting dust clouds dissipate, just to show a certain bluenette holding the fist of the Sting in her right hand, and the shadow dragon slayer by his throat in her left.

"Was that your 'Unfailing skill'?" The mock question directed at the shadow slayer being held, a look of jeering contempt on her face as she looks between the two.

In the Stands

"Th-that's impossible!" Lector cries out from the Sabertooth benches.

"How the hell did she stop that?" Orga asks in amazement.

"I have no memory of Sting's attack ever being blocked… or of anyone ever escaping from Rogue's grasp" Rufus comments from next to him.

"Is this the result of all that training…" Makarov ponders aloud, a mixture of emotions flitting across his face. "Did it make her THIS strong!?" he adds with cry, unable to hold back.

"You haven't seen anything yet, Gramps" came the only answer, to the shock of all.

On the Field

"If that's the best you can do..." she began, pulling the white slayer towards her by his fist, kneeing him in the gut. "...then I'm afraid you have no chance against me." She twists his arm counter clockwise, then wrenches it to her, following with a sharp elbow. "I will say this: that was some good teamwork though." She pulls her hands together, punching Rogue in the face with her still-clutching-Sting's-hand-fist, before rearing it back and elbowing Sting in the face, then side-kicking and releasing him.

The newly freed hand plunges into Rogue's gut, before the attached elbow collides into his face. She twists her body away, lightly tossing Rogue in the air before spinning quickly and kicking him into his partner, who was still on his knees. "But even that wasn't enough." She slowly walks towards the two, noticing her counterpart come to stop behind them, still on her Air Scooter, the smile gone from her face.

"Give it up. You can't win. Go train, then come back and try again" she instructs, all emotion gone from her face.

"Never" the black haired man answers, wiping his face as he struggles to his feet.

"We won't lose to you!" the white haired man agrees, getting into his fighting stance. "We are Sabertooth! We are the most powerful guild! WE WON'T LOSE TO A FUCKING FAIRY!"

Shaking her head in disappointment, she glares at the two. "All you seem to understand is power. Power power POWER!" she rages, snarling at both of them as the immediate area around her starts swirling. Her Sky counterpart pushes between the two, startling them as they'd forgotten about her. She cancels her scooter and stands next to her Gravity sister, the swirling area growing as she does. "You want to see power! FINE!" They chorus, before stepping into the same spot, merging together again. A purple wave of power suddenly twists around her, her skin darkening as it does. "Aspect of the Gravity Dragon!"

Her entire body glows with a purple hue, her skin luminescent, seeming to only enhance her beauty, while terrifying at the same time. The increase in power is felt by all, the thumping in their chests not just their own heartbeats. Her hair takes on purple highlights, the blue darkening slightly to match the hue of the aura radiating around her.

Fairy Tail Bench

"Aspect of the Gravity Dragon?" Mira queries of the slayers, her heart thumping at the young woman's increase in power.

"Yeah, first step to unlocking Dragon Force. Just like the name says, it's a morsel of what is to come."

Eyes widening, the take-over mage gawks at the pinkette. "Morsel?" she all but whispers, disbelieving the matter-of-fact tone he said it with.

"Morsel. Like I said, she is stronger now than when you all knew me before the Island."

"Does this mean the two Sabertooth mages are really that strong then?" Erza asks.

"Not a chance" the gruff slayer answers instead, arms crossed and watching their student. "She's down there to teach them a lesson for insulting Fairy Tail. Salamander here sent her to 'punish them, embarrass them, make sure they never forget who is truly number 1'." Grinning and chuckling lightly, he continues. "Apparently, these two are even bigger morons than we thought. So now she's teaching them just how out-matched they truly are."

"I'll be honest, I hope they learn that lesson before they piss her off."

"Why you said that, fire brain?"

"She's already threatened them they wouldn't walk out of this arena. If they piss her off, then it might become permanent."

"She wouldn't!" Lucy cries out, hands covering her mouth as her eyes bug out.

Glancing at the celestial mage, then taking in the other doubtful looks from his fellow guild members, he shares a look with his fellow slayer, who merely shrugs. Quickly debating if he should answer further and explain, or let them watch and wait, he decides on the former for fear of what implications the latter may lead to. "No, she wouldn't kill them, if that's what you're thinking" Natsu began slowly, various faces confirming that's exactly what they were thinking. "But paralyzing? No promises."

"But why? It's only a fight!" Lisanna calls out, questioning how her childhood friend could seem so callous.

Fighting a retort and a scoff, he turned a sad look on the first girl he held affections for. "No, it's not" he answers quietly, shaking his head slowly. "This stopped being 'only a fight' the moment they entered the arena. You don't truly understand what this might means to her. First, they've insulted Fairy Tail: her friends, her family, the ones that took her in when her first guild disappeared."

Erza, Lucy and Gray all nod at this, remembering the events that led up to Cait Shelter disbanding.

"Secondly, they've insulted me: her teacher, her best friend..." he glances at the frowning white exceed before correcting himself. "Second best friend, I should say. And not to mention our personal relationship." Gajeel snorts at that, and, despite himself, Natsu failed at fighting a chuckle. "And thirdly, they've insulted Wendy herself. On top of all that, they claim to be the strongest dragon slayers, which is a direct challenge to all three of us, and even Laxus for that matter." Said man merely raised an eyebrow in surprise at the comment, but otherwise did not respond.

"Then to top it off, they claim to have killed their dragons, their PARENTS! AND BRAG ABOUT IT!" He punches the wall behind their bench with jaw clenched, ignoring the spiderweb cracks before taking a few deep breaths and looking back up to his friend.

"No, Lisanna. This was never going to be 'only a fight'. This was a one-battle war from the get-go. And in wars, everything goes." With that sense of finality, he crosses his arms and turns back towards the fray, his fellow guild members exchanging uncertain looks between them.

On the Field

"Oooh, the little girlie can power up. Whooptie do! IT'S NOT GOING TO BE ENOUGH! White Dragon…"

"Gravity Dragon: FALL!" Extending her hands outwards as if halting an oncoming charge, a magic seal forms between her hands. As a result, a large area around the contestants, 30 meters in diameter, is suddenly under crushing weight. Both slayers, still in their Dragon Forces, are forced to the ground: Rogue to his knees, Sting hitting his face while mid-attack. He slowly gets into a kneeling position, his face grimacing as he fights against the immense weight. Together with his partner, they slowly stand up, watching the girl, whose hands are still outstretched and unmoving. Their stances crouched as they prepare an attack, Sting's hands cupped together, Rogue's in fists.

"White Dragon: Laser Light!"

"Shadow Dragon: Dark Wave!"

Sting's hands outstretch, palms together as a white laser rockets towards the immobile girl. His partner claps his hands together, a black pulse emanating in a vertical wall towards the same target.

At the exact moment their attacks are launched, the Fall spell ceases, both attacks fly over their intended target's head harmlessly, bouncing off the protective runes surrounding the arena. Before they can follow up, both are flung backwards by an unseen force, the only clue is a sole outstretched palm of a blue and purple-haired girl, who twists it and then beckons back towards her. The two flung men change directions nearly instantly, rocketing at the girl.

As they near, a second visage appears in the same place as the sole girl. Both boys are surprised by two mirrored arms cocked punching them with opposing hooks, their heads banging off each other, before mirrored legs kick them apart.

"Gravity Dragon: Coulomb Force!" The once again singular girl holds her bent left arm up in a fist, the previously unknown purple ball appearing between them, pulling them together violently. "Gravity Dragon: Pendulum Swing!" A vicious right kick into Rogue's stomach careens him into Sting, who bounces away before a sudden left kick rocks him into his partner. This quick barrage continues until mirrored kicks collide the two pinballs into each other. "Gravity Dragon: Skyfall!" Mirrored high kicks send the two in the air, the girl's arms reach up as if calling to the heavens. Two large purple visages of fists form above them, grasping each flyer. The girl throws her arms down, the fists following suit as the two are slammed into the ground.

Yet again, another cloud of dust forms in the landing area. The crowd sits in stunned silence; fear, awe, and wonder across many faces at the terrifyingly amazing display they just witnessed. Seeing the two heavy favorites be tossed around like ragdolls has shaken many people's faith in the so-called strongest guild Sabertooth.

"WHAT A DEVASTATING SMASHING ATTACK BY WENDY MARVELL! I DON'T SEE HOW THOSE TWO CAN GET BACK UP FROM THAT!"

Murmurs of agreement slowly spread as some come out of their trances, only to be silenced again as the two hands are seen again, each with a struggling slayer in them. The girl walking behind, holding her arms up, her hands gripped, mirroring her purple visages. She approaches the Sabertooth guild area, then throws both boys at their teammates, bouncing harmlessly off the runic wards protecting the non-fighting members from the arena.

"'Trash guild' you called us, huh?" the girl calls out the bare-chested guild leader positioned in the stands. The surrounding spectators make themselves sparse from his locale, his anger rolling off him in waves as he glares at the impertinent child before him.

Smirking, said child waves him off in dismissal before turning towards the Sabertooth team bench, ignoring the cracking sounds of stadium seats crunching and breaking. Her eyes landing on a blue-dressed raven haired woman staring her down, she matches said woman's eyes, neither blinking. "And you" the younger girl begins, poison dripping from her voice. "You thought they'd 'show the Fairies who the best guild is'." Smiling in a devilishly sweet manner, her vindictiveness prevalent for all. "I daresay they succeeded. WE…!" She sweeps her hand towards her own guildmates. "WE are the best guild. You furballs are dirt beneath our feet."

The gathered Sabertooth teammates snarl in retaliation, mouths opening to retort before the insulting girl is blanketed in a white funnel.

"White Dragon: ROAR!"

The light tunnel cedes, revealing a surprised girl standing there, covered in winds as if forming body armor. "Well well, you're still awake. And standing?" The last added with an eyebrow raise, conveying the depth of her surprise as the wind mail disappears. This only further angers the hard-breathing man, who merely growls in response as his face turns red in anger.

"At the very least you're more durable than I was giving you credit for" she trailed off, brushing the dust off of her qipao. "But then again, I was holding back. So what does that really tell you, I wonder."

"We'll show you 'holding back'" Sting declares, thrusting his left arm out behind him, a ball of white energy building up.

His partner, who had remained silent, mirrors his movement, his right hand building up a ball of black energy.

Wendy, sensing the new attack, looks up and raises an eyebrow in true surprise at what she's seeing. "A Unison Raid?"

The two balls of energy meld into one, forming a black and white dancing sphere, its size growing with every passing second. Their target, her face changing from surprise to glee, steps back into a crouch, her own power forming around her. "Unison Raid! Holy Shadow Dragon: Flash Fang!" The two slayers thrust their connected attack at the girl, punching in her direction.

"Gravity Dragon Secret Art: Quantum Singularity: BLACK HOLE!" Onlookers hardly have time to visualize the defenders action, seeing only her arms rotate clockwise, spinning a purple magic seal in front of them. The two spells collide in a vicious fashion; the twin slayers' attack dwarfing the sole woman's to the point of appearing to push her backwards. To those who notice, the excessive attack energy suddenly folds in on itself, coiling in towards the center where the girl would be standing.

After what seemed hours, while hardly a minute later, the duo lower their arms as the attack dissipates, the remaining auras swirling to a stop around a central point. Before them, on one knee, left arm covering her face, the right across her chest, the girl lowers her arms, looks around her at the damage to the arena, before looking back at the boys with a look of awe on her face. To many, this look confuses, as she'd been doing nothing but scorning her opponents. To a few, they accept it as the girl realizing just how powerful the duo were.

The two boys standing there are amongst the latter, smirks on both of their faces. The fact that the girl stands up without any trouble whatsoever is dark on them both, as is the fact her skin is still shimmering with a darkly beautiful purple hue.

"Impressive, isn't it" the raven-haired one asks, smirking at the girl's childish wide-eyes.

"Yes! Yes it was! Very impressive!" is the high-pitched squeaky response, clapping her hands excitedly.

"We told you how powerful we were" the bleach-haired one condescends, also smirking at the star-struck look.

Shaking her head, appearing to come out of her sudden shock, the girl waves off the comments. "What? Oh that! No no no, that wasn't impressive at all" she replies, before frowning in concentration. "Well, no, actually, I take that back. It WAS impressive… in a sense…" she dribbles off, before her face resuming its star-struck look as the two boys' brows furrow, confusion and anger on their faces. "No no, what was impressive was the Unison Raid! I didn't think the two of you could do it!"

Looking at each other with questioning glances, Rogue asks the singular question: "What do you mean?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" the girl asks, cocking her head again, a motion that immediately stokes the ire of both boys. "Unison Raids are REALLY hard to pull off! I didn't think you two were powerful enough to do it!"

That immediately set off both boys as realization sets in, that the girl was once again mocking them. Many in the crowd notice for the first time that the girl is still coated in the purple energy she'd been fighting with for some time. Whispers of wonder crawl through the crowd as the two on the field look like very, VERY ripe tomatoes. Some were swearing they could see steam coming out of the white haired man's ears.

"WHAAATTT!" The two chorus out, the blonde trembling with anger at the insult before him.

"You heard me" she dismisses, her hands going up to her hair, checking the buns. "But maybe all those hits to the head have thrown off your hearing" she comments dryly, her hands reaching the ribbons. "Maybe you should head to the…" her hands freeze for a moment, before frantically feeling around, realizing one is almost undone.

"Oh no! You knocked one of my hair buns out of alignment! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK SHERRIA AND I TO GET MY HAIR LIKE THAT!?" Squeezing her fists at her side and stomping the ground, the girl spins around and yells at a certain pinkette. "NATSU! THEY MESSED UP MY HAIR!" she whines, pointing at the two like a tattling schoolgirl.

"No time to fix it now, Wendy. Stop whining and get back to it" was her only verbal response, the mass laughter and chuckling from the guild notwithstanding.

"GRRR! FINE!" she stomps the ground again before tugging on the other bows and buns, setting her hair free in a cascade of purple and blue silk. "Knew I should have gone with pigtails" she mutters to herself, before a thought turns her face positively gleeful. "Then again, I can save that for tonight, hehehe" she dances on the balls of her feet as more confusion and disbelief spreads through the crowd.

As for the duo, they don't even bother responding with the exception of darting forward and taking swings at the girl. Said attacks looked to connect, before, with such carelessness only seen in those unaware of danger, she bends over and picks up one of the bow strings that had fallen to the ground. Both slayers miss, stumbling past her, before mirroring their turns, kicks swinging wildly.

The girl, still bent over, rolls forward in a casual somersault, the two kicks passing harmlessly over her head, only to collide into the other man in a comical double attack. The girl stands back up between the two boys now glaring at each other and the girl. Both then realize her position simultaneously, and, grinning, pull back their respective right hands, palm forward and fingers curled as white and black energies form in their respective hands.

"Twin Dragon: Darklight Palm!" The two drive their hands forward, beams of light coating each as the bluenette looks between them before meeting their hands with her own palms of purple energy. The colliding hands each create a splashing wall of energy, appearing to separate the three in a strange stance, two facing one way, the third the other. They stand there a moment before a large grin graces the woman's face.

"Yay! HIGH FIVE!" she suddenly calls out, before moving the paired hands up a bit. "Although, high fives are usually up here. That's why they're called 'High' Fives." She lowers them to their original height at chest level. "Here, they're just 'Fives'. And that's just boring. High Five" raises hands, "five" lowers hands. "See? Boring. Unless you were going for Low Five…" she lowers them, palms pulling away from each other. "But that's awkward, you'd have to turn your hands upside down." Doing so, she then giggles. "And now it looks like you're copping a feel. Oooh, kinky. You'd like that wouldn't you?" she adds in a sultry voice, winking at the dark haired man, whose surprise face becomes mortified, and jerks his hand back.

Grabbing his wrist, the girl's smile turns to a pout. "Why would you do that? Am I not pretty enough to get such attention? You're so mean!" She begins crying, stunning the watching crowd and most guild members, Fairy Tail included, before the crying suddenly halts with sharp cry.

"HEY! I didn't say YOU could cop a feel" the bluenette admonishes, now angrily gripping the bleached hair man's wrist, whose confused face only seemed to anger the girl more. "YOU'RE BOTH BIG MEANIES!" Still gripping the two wrists, she jumps up and kicks both of them in their faces, snapping them out of their mental states, before being twisted and thrown.

Once mid-air and sideways, both flying slayers inhale and puff out their chests, the girl matching them from the ground. "Shadow Dragon" "White Dragon" "Gravity Dragon"

"ROOOARRR!"

Two large black and white funnels seem to merge together, racing towards the lone girl. Her one large purple funnel engrosses the two and continues on unabated, colliding into both of them, completing their elevated journey to the arena wall, colliding into it yet again.

"You need more powerful abilities to win against me! You big meany heads" she grumbles the last, stalking towards the two slayers.

"What is with this chick" Sting asks his partner under his breath, wiping his face as he watched the girl walk towards them grumpily.

"I have no idea, but she is very unstable" Rogue answers quietly, fixing his jacket, not noticing the girl stopping.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING UNSTABLE YOU DICKLESS ASSWIPE!"

The sudden outburst startles both slayers. "How did the bitch know you called her 'unstable'?"

"I do not know…" the initial response was, before being startled again.

"You realize I am standing right here!? I can hear you whispering, morons." Both unconsciously step back at the sudden pressure they feel, surprised at its intensity as more purple aura surrounds the girl. "I think it's time to teach you sad, pathetic little boys another lesson. That you didn't realize I could hear you means neither of you have dragon-enhanced hearing." Shaking her head, her smile becomes even more feral, if that was possible. "I think it's time I beat it into you both just how outclassed you both are by being 3rd Generation. Acclimation of the Gravity Dragon!"

Her hair darkens even more, becoming a dark purple ombre with indigo peekaboos trailing through it. The shadow of scale-like formations crawl across her body, only enhancing the breathtakingly dark beauty of her. All potential and miniscule thoughts of the young woman being a demure little girl vanished at the sight, the tails of her qipao flapping in the newfound power, her skin practically iridescent with various hues of purple and dark blue ghosting her body.

Her eyes have begun changing as well, no longer the bright brown, but now a light plum color. Said eyes are now staring down the two boys, challenging them with their intensity, daring them to attack her. Most in attendance, and several amongst the gathered guilds, find themselves stepping or scooting back without realizing, not wishing to have said eyes fall upon them. The two on the field, however, were not amongst those. After the initial surprise, both began releasing more of their own energy, surprising many that the color of their energy began changing colors.

In the Stands

"Well well, they have decided to go all out against her" Minerva remarks, her musketeer teammate nodding slightly.

"Indeed. They must have deemed her worthy of their full power" Rufus replies.

"They're gonna wipe the floor with the pipsqueak now" Ogra chimes in, grinning widely.

"Yeah! Sting and Rogue are the best!" Lector pipes up.

"Fro thinks so too!" his fellow Exceed complies.

"This is new" Natsu comments, surprise written on his face.

"Huh. Who'da thunk they had this up their sleeve?" his fellow slayer adds in, arms no longer crossed as he leans forward.

"What's going on? Why are they changing colors?" Lucy asks of the pair from her perch above them.

"Those two punks have two elements" the gruff slayer responds.

"It's a good thing too, actually…"

"Why do you say that, Natsu?" Erza asks of the man.

"Because this means Wendy can actually stop holding back a little bit and start dealing out some real punishment."

"You mean the kid's been holding back this whole time?" Laxus asks of the pair, surprise evident in his voice.

"Oh yeah. We're about to get a show…" Gajeel answers, before Natsu mutters "...for how long it lasts, that is..."

All further questions and comments are ignored by the pair as they focus on the going-ons below.

On the Field

"What do you think, Rogue? Think it's time we end this little farce?"

"Yes, Sting. This has gone on too long" was the reply, the half of each of their faces changing colors.

"White Dragon: Shadow Drive!"

"Shadow Dragon: White Drive!"

Both slayers' surrounding auras now a mixture of black and white. The left half of Sting's face darkening, a solid line forming down the center as his right lightens up, white scales covering more of that half. His partner is a mirror image, his left half whitening with white scales, his right darkening with the additional black.

The two stand tall and proud, their surround energies a large circle around them, white and black flame-like spouts dancing across the ground, a menacing sight to most.

Without hesitation, the two launch themselves at the lone girl. The suddenness invisible to most, as was the following clash. Those who did see it, saw each side launch dozens of kicks and punches, many connecting on both sides as the sheer speed of it surprised those who had seen the previous day's fight between two Wizard Saints.

"Holy shit, this is almost as fast as Natsu and Serena" Laxus says astonished at the sheer speed of the fight.

"Not quite, but certainly close" Erza corrects, her eyes just as wide.

The fast-paced fight slows visibly, two kicks to the stomach sending the lone girl sliding backwards as the more aggressive Twin Dragon holds his hands to his side, palms up and right foot forward. "White Shadow Dragon: BLAST!" He steps forward, hands clapping together in front of him as a spectral horizontal tornado spirals towards the still-sliding girl.

"Gravity Queen: Orbital Trajectory!" Spinning, purple winds appear around her as she catches the attack, whips it around her body, and 'throws' it back at the launcher, catching him off-guard before firing a Dragon's Roar to counter it.

Behind her, though, the second slayer has appeared, hands in a ball. "Dark Holy Dragon: Rough Silk!" Pulling his hands apart, he spreads his fingers apart marianette-style, web-like lasers firing from each finger as they wrap up the girl, lifting her off the ground like a trapped insect. Magical energy pulsing into her as her blood-boiling screams echo the stadium, before suddenly silencing with a triumphant cry.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HAH!"

Wendy struggles momentarily, her eyes bugged out and hair flying before breaking free of the webbing, falling to the ground, landing on her feet hunched over. She takes a few deep breaths, appearing to be breathing hard before throwing back her head, her arms bent and hands raised slightly towards the sky, laughing maniacally to the confusion of all.

"HAHAHAHA! FINALLY! NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" she thunders loudly, both slayers incredulous at the unhurt woman. "THAT'S POWER WORTH FIGHTING AGAINST!"

Before either can move, the girl spins and hooks Rogue by his neck with her foot and throws him at his partner. She follows his trajectory, punching him in the chest as his teammate catches him, sending both sliding backwards. The attack doesn't stop there as she spins for another kick.

The normally white-haired man manages to block said kick, dropping his teammate in the process, who lands and tackles the girl to the ground. She gets her feet up under him and kicks him off, flipping forward and landing on her feet as the White Dragon Slayer comes in for a punch. The girl blocks it, but at the expense of her balance as she finds herself once again rolling through the dirt before somersaulting backwards into her stance.

This is short-lived as the duo catch her off-guard again, putting her on the defensive as multiple double attacks come closer and closer to landing as they try knocking her into the other. "White Shadow Dragon: Hyper Haymaker!" His punch speed increases again, light clones of his swings seen trailing behind as she frantically blocks all of them to the best of her abilities.

Not to be left out, his partner decides to take the low road. "Dark Holy Dragon: Talon Fury!" With his own light trail following, he arcs his right leg in what is promising to be a debilitating attack to send her further within his partner's punches. Unfortunately for him, his target had other plans.

Not as off-guard as she appeared, with lightning speed Wendy turns from the next storm of punches and grabs the swinging leg. In a subsequent move faster than most can follow, she continues the spin and, swinging the slayer like a club, throws him into his partner, their stomachs colliding as they twist up like a pretzel, their momentum cancelling each other out as they fall in a heap.

Fairy Tail

"Did… did she just use one guy to hit the other…?" Mira asks between breaths, torn between laughing and gawking, the resulting sound a squawking mixture, a slow high-pitched whine if you will.

The two slayers, however, are not so torn. Their eyes watering in tears as they laugh uncontrollably at the turn-around, the fire user barely managing a nod as they pound their fists on the balcony.

"That's... I... what?" Lucy manages, her voice being lost in her throat, disbelieving such an antic would be used in a fight.

"That's about right, Luce" her bluenette friend adds in, doing her best not to giggle at the faces around her, or the two slayers below her gasping for air in between bouts of laughter.

"'Use a bitch to hit a bitch' I think is what she'd say" Natsu ecks out between fits.

On the Field

"You two started using my own attacks against me. I'm impressed. Time to repay the favor! Gravity Dragon: Null Force!" Another purple ball appears over the two, pulling them both in the air. Once again, another visage appears among the girl, mirrored legs side-kicking the two hanging boys. "Gravity Dragon Secret Art!"

Wendy has now split into two again, this time her thought projection an exact duplicate as they separate, each steadily moving to encircle the opposing duo, not letting up the kicks and punches. "Quantum Singularity!" They counter retaliating swings, each slayer now one-on-one with an opponent, the twin dragons back-to-back as they face the onslaught.

"White Hole!" Both girls rotate their arms counter-clockwise, their purple auras whitening, turning to a bright lightened lavender as magic seals form between their arms. The two boys squint, trying to keep their eyes on their opponents, but failing under the bright light. "Recall: FLASH FANG!" Both girls step forward, palms side-by-side and pushing towards the center as black and white attacks slam together in the center, a massive sphere of dancing colors building in power as the boys' screams are barely heard over the cacophony building in the arena.

Fairy Tail Bench

"HOLY SHIT BISCUITS!" the ice mage screams out, not believing what he's seeing.

"'Holy shit biscuits'? Really?" his rival asks, scoffing at the chosen explicative.

Ignoring the comment, or not hearing it in his surprise, the bare chested mage barrels on. "How is she using their attack? Does she have White Dragon and Shadow Dragon magic too?!"

"GRAY YOUR CLOTHES!" The lush yells at him, though her focus is on the fire slayer, wondering the same thing.

"Don't be stupid, of course she doesn't" the metal slayer answers, digging at the scrambling man looking for his shirt.

"Then how did she use their attack like that?" the celestial mage asks of the duo.

"I imagine it has something to do with her earlier attack, Black Hole" the strawberry cake-loving girl asks, an eyebrow raised at the duo. "The Flash Fang attack from earlier did seem to disappear a little too fast for one of that size and power. If I had to guess, the Black Hole absorbed the attack, didn't it?"

Levy, following the elder girl's train of thought, suddenly cries out in realization. "If that was the case, then a White Hole theoretically would be its opposite, spitting out what the Black Hole absorbed. Isn't that right, Gajeel?"

Fighting a smile, said slayer turns and looks up at the petite bluenette. "Yeah, you got it, shrimp." His face betrays him at the last moment, a small smile tugging his lips as he turns around, not seeing the blushing bluenette snatching up a surprised Pantherlily and squeezing him happily.

"Air… must breath… please let go" he ecks out, trying and failing to free himself from the girl squealing into his fur.

On the Field

The building cocaughany abruptly silences, for the most part, as two bodies jet out in opposite directions, each rolling to a stop before slowly standing, both swaying slightly as if in a stupor.

"WHAT AN INCREDIBLE ATTACK! WITH JUST OVER FIVE MINUTES LEFT, WENDY MARVELL HAS SHOCKED THE ARENA AGAIN BY USING THE TWIN DRAGONS' ULTIMATE ATTACK AGAINST THEM! HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY RESPOND TO THAT?!"

The two identical girls step forward, turning back-to-back as they face the two drunken young men. "Well…" they both call out, getting the attention of their targets. "...Are you two going to fight back, or are you going to surrender?"

"WE'LL NEVER SURRENDER TO THE LIKES OF YOU!" Sting calls out, getting himself in a fighting stance as his partner across the way does the same.

"Good" the two girls echo, holding their right hands out in a beckoning motion to their respective opponents, the words 'COME ON' in blue and purple on their fingers. "Bring it big boy, let's see what you've got!"

The two opposing men charge at the duo in the center. Both girls repel their respective attackers, blocking each attack with gritty determination. In a move that shocks the two men, the two Wendy's suddenly spin and attack the boy their mirror was fighting off. It clearly worked, as the two boys are rocked sideways: Sting towards the still-open chasm, Rogue towards the wall.

Recovering quickly, they charge again. Both Wendy's link left hands, still facing away from each other. They step out, both leveling a kick at their respective's gut, before rotating clockwise, still linked, and Sparta-kicking their opposite. With the second attack succeeding, Sting once again slides towards the chasm edge, nearly falling into it before darting forward again, Rogue mirroring his actions from the wall. Changing their grip, one Wendy hooks her arm over her shoulder, pulling the other in an arc, throwing her into Sting.

Landing on his shoulders in an impossible fashion, Wendy 2 flips backwards immediately and leg tosses him into the hole in the arena floor, before jumping down after him.

Wendy 1, after throwing her sister, back-kicks a startled Rogue, who then grabs the leg in his gut and throws the now startled-woman towards the wall he'd just arrived from. Chasing after her, he catches up to her as she lands on her feet, cupping her by the neck and slams her into the concrete wall.

After the obligatory "OOMPH" the ombre'd woman headbutts him in return before kneeing him in the family jewels. As every man watching groans in sympathy, many bent over with their fellow male, the unrelenting woman takes advantage and repays the head into the concrete wall, but this time face first.

While this is happening, the duo in the hole have been trading off fists, each one sending the other into the opposite wall as they slowly descend, leaping from outcrop to outcrop as their exchanges continue.

Landing in a crouch on the rock-littered floor, both charge at each other, landing punches on each other's jaw. Spinning around from the force of the hits, Sting turns to swing high again, while Wendy went low and kicks high. Her leg inside of the man's arm, the white dragon slayer is catapulted into the air, recovering quickly enough to sprout his White Dragon Wings again, hovering mid-air while glaring in condescension at the grounded woman.

"You'll never defeat me!" His hands outstretched, indicating his wings, the man continues his tirade. "Dragons belong in the skies, and the skies belong to the dragons! And until you can fly like a dragon, you can never defeat a dragon!"

With a predatory smile that would make most men's hearts go cold, the woman takes a couple steps forward, before one step doesn't quite reach the ground. Smirking, the woman steps up into seemingly mid-air, taking another one even higher than the first, slowly making her ascension. "You're right, for once" she concedes, tilting her head. "The skies do belong to the dragons…" The still hovering man watches stunned as the woman stops mid-air a few feet below him, crouching in mid-air. "AND I RULE THE SKIES!" Springing with remarkable force, the Wendy launches herself at the man.

Reacting purely on instinct, the winged man manages to avoid the tackle, only to be stunned again as the woman stops mid-air with a flip. Her feet landing on something solid unseen, she changes directions and dives at the man yet again.

Realizing the air was not the sanctuary he initially believed, he takes to speed and takes off for the open air. Onlookers who had been following their half of the fight see him bolt out of the open hole as a blue and purple-haired bullet crashes into him from behind moments later. His wings broken, the two continue their trajectory in a casual arc, wrestling for dominance. Neither succeeding in the short time, they crash into the ground, breaking apart. Rolling to his feet, Sting activates his Wings again, and tears after his opponent.

Tackling her midriff, he carries them both into the second pair of fighters. His aim on point, and with some lucky timing, the duo crash into the second Wendy, the momentum taking them all into the concrete wall yet again.

With a double punch, both Wendy's knock him backwards before stepping into each other, fusing once again. The now lone woman spins and kicks at them mid-air. Thinking she was losing it, the less reserved of the duo charges in, against the protest of the more cautious. The result was a blast of air catching him in the stomach, sending him flying in a rolling heap yet again, his partner blocking the gust with a raised arm.

Looking up, both see the girl's body covered in a black, misty aura. Only moments later, a midnight blue pulse emanates from her. Smiling ferally in satisfaction, the woman partially cups her hands together, a ball of energy in the opening. The blonde scrambles to his feet, and using his enhanced speed due to his wings, darts to his partner again as both begin forming their own attacks.

The momentary stand-off ending, the twin dragons fire off their attacks.

"White Shadow Dragon: Cleansing Light!"

"Dark Holy Dragon: Punishing Darkness!"

Two black and white lasers converge on the woman as two points of a V meet their apex. Without dodging, Wendy chose this moment to respond. "Sky Leviathan: Hyper Mallet!" A comically large mallet forms in her hands, and with a mighty swing deflects the two attacks like a tennis shot, sending them off into the sky. Completing her swing, she brings it around and smashes it down on the two slayers.

Fairy Tail Bench

"Sky Leviathan?" Laxus, to the surprise of all, asks of the two slayers, emphasizing with incredulity the word Leviathan.

"Result of fusing God Slayer and Dragon Slayer magics of the same element. Half dragon, half god, you get a leviathan."

"So when you fused your fire magics yesterday…?" Erza starts, fighting off the shock.

"Yep, Flame Leviathan. It's too bad you can't absorb God Magic, Laxus. Getting some of that Sabertooth bastard's God Lightning would be pretty sweet. I know I'm gonna."

"Fuck you, Natsu."

On the Field

Realizing their plight with a fraction of a second before impact, both dodge out of the way, the mallet splitting the two as it impacts with a ear-splitting *CRASH*.

Not deterred for a moment, Wendy turns and swings it in a large arc, catching the blonde on its head, the raven again dodging out of the swing. Spinning around a few more times, the slayer somehow still on the mallet's end screaming, Wendy pulls it over her shoulder like a carnival game and pounds it into the ground. With Sting getting another dirt facial, a dust cloud plumes for the ump-teenth time this match.

Cancelling the spell, Wendy looks around for his partner before ducking under yet another laser, but did not avoid the tackle that careens into her. Rolling and kicking him off, she comes up and searches for her opponent. Not seeing him, she goes on her guard, searching the skies, the grounds, only seeing the blonde slowly clambering to his feet a short distance away.

Using her nose, she continues to smell him nearby, but her eyes and ears are failing to locate him. Turning to frustration, she starts to swirl the air around her in an ever increasing area, wondering if he'd made himself invisible somehow and the displaced air would locate him for her.

On cue, the moment she began searching, her whole body seizes up. Locked in place, frustration turns to panic as her body stops responding. Still standing in the crouched position, hands mid-twirl at the side, the woman's only movement her eyes searching for a way to move her body.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the blonde looks around for the one who flattened him. Seeing her a short ways away, standing there unmoving, he becomes enraged again, and charges at her, landing his strongest punch into her face.

Unable to block, Wendy braces herself as much as she can for the impact, as well as the resulting tumble her body gave into, flopping around in a rolling heap.

If she wasn't already panicking enough, her body, as if a puppet's strings being pulled by an amateur marionettist, awkwardly gets to its feet, standing there like an elderly woman leaning on her cane.

Having been surprised by the woman taking the hit, Sting watches in confused wonderment at the woman's visibly abnormal movements. Looking around and not seeing his partner anywhere, the light clicks on in understanding as his face lights up in triumph, a cry of victory leaving his gaping mouth.

"YES! HAHA! ROGUE DID IT!" he calls out, his arms raised above his head in celebration.

Fairy Tail Bench

"Son of a bitch… he actually did do it" Natsu mutters, the first look of concern on his face, mixed with amazement.

"What did he do?" Gajeel asks, still searching for the missing slayer.

"This looks much the same as what God Serena did to you during your fight, Natsu" Erza suggests, also searching for the missing man.

"That's because it is. We didn't think he could do it. Holy shit, Wendy might actually be in trouble" Natsu confirms, still fighting through the shock.

"What are you talking about?" Gray asks, but receiving his response from the field.

On the Field

"Rogue got you with his Shadow Puppet. Hahaha! You are as useless as a rag doll now" the blonde mocks, stepping up to her and punching her in the gut to prove his point. An involuntary gasp for air leaves her body, breathing being one of the few functions she still retains a modicum of control of.

"And now, we're going to prove once and for all why we are the strongest slayers, and you are a pathetic... WEAKLING" the man emphasizes with a flurry of punches, followed by a knee to the gut that sends her sprawling again.

Waiting for her to get back to her feet, or rather the puppeteer elevating his puppet, the man focuses his magical energy around him, building it up for what looks to be a final, devastating attack. Magic gathering around his hands, he stares down the woman, his hands at his side, palms facing her. Raising them up as if holding a book in reverence, he crouches down, one knee on the ground. "Holy Darkness Dragon Secret Arts: Herald of the Fallen: Stormlight's Abyss Cannon!" A weapon resembling a bazooka, but much larger forms in his hands, and he immediately shoulders it.

Aiming at the girl's upper torso, and with a smile that screams victory, he pulls the trigger. The kick-back sending him sliding backwards a few meters, a nearly solid black and white iridescent missile bombards the girl, her eyes the only visible reaction, shaking in fear as she is slammed into the surrounding wall, the impact a thunderclap throughout the arena. The answering silence very much resembling the calm before the storm, except most are wondering if the storm has just passed with yet another turn around.

His attack finished, Sting staggers to his feet, his magic clearly waning as he watches on as the dust cloud slowly begins settling. Still smiling in victory, he begins rubbing his shoulders, tensing at the aches he knows he'll feel later.

"WHAT A REMARKABLE ATTACK! AFTER SOMEHOW DISABLING WENDY MARVELL, THE WHITE DRAGON OF SABERTOOTH JUST FIRED OFF ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING ATTACKS I HAVE EVER SEEN! I DON'T THINK THE FAIRY TAIL MAGE WILL BE GETTING UP FROM THIS ONE!"

Seeing the games' foreshortened host charging into the dust cloud, Sting begins searching again for his teammate. Presuming he was still attached to the girl, he slowly begins stepping towards the collision point, hoping he didn't hurt his teammate. However, he is brought out of his musings by a few successive coughs.

Being higher pitched than the sound he is used to hearing, Sting stops mid-step, mentally hoping it was the weird pumpkin guy coughing, not willing to believe the girl could've survived his best attack.

"No, it's ok. I can still fight" he hears the soft voice

"Are you sure? That was a pretty hard hit you just took" the squeaky announcer asks worriedly.

"Yes, I'm sure. I admit, I'm gonna be feeling that one for a while, but I'm fine."

"Your call, only a couple minutes left. Better get to it!" And with that he dashes out of the column of dust, the pair of blue and black eyes following after him, jaw dropped.

*Cough cough.* "Fucking shit that hurt. Ohhh I'm gonna be sore in the morning. Couldn't even brace myself. Fuck me sideways that hurt." *Cough cough.* "Ugghh...now to get out of this…"

The air finally clearing, the disbelieving man gapes at the sight, holding his left arm, jaw askew.

Deeply embedded in the wall is the girl, shaking her head, looking at the damage around her. Sensing eyes on her, she looks up and meets the eyes of the man still gawking at her. Seeing the look of unbelievingness, she begins giggling. At first to herself, she loses control and begins outright laughing.

"WENDY MARVELL SURVIVED! I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT WENDY MARVELL SURVIVED! OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS AMAZING!"

After a few seconds of bursting laughter, she regains her composure with silent shudders, taking deep breaths to get herself under control. "Well… that was exciting."

The words finally snapping him out of his stupefaction, the unanswered questions spill out. "Where's Rogue? How are you talking? How do you still have control of your magic? HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THAT?!"

Fighting off more giggles at the tumultuous query, she attempts to answer with the least amount of mocking. 'Attempts' being the key word there. "I don't know where Rogue is, but I imagine he's still keeping me company. You said Shadow Puppet? That would explain why I can't seem to move my body. The most clever thing you two have done all day, I'll admit that much.

"As for how I'm talking, I am guessing your buddy here released my head and…" wiggling, she manages a partial shrug of her shoulders. "...Yep, also my shoulders. It seems he didn't want to be on the receiving end of your attack. Not bad, by the way. A bit underpowered, but not bad. I'll be sore for a while, that's for sure. Anyways, what was the next one you asked...OH! My magic. Well that one should be obvious. His Shadow Puppet dealio here doesn't stop me from using my magic, just my body. Unlike your stigmata that stops my magic but not my body. So...yeah, I'm still in my Acclimation here. Next time you should probably use your stigma in conjection… ooh conjection, I like that word too. I don't know how I know that word but I like it. Hope I'm using it correctly, I'll ask Carla about that one as well… but anyways, use the two in conjection with each other next time, it'll be much more effective.

"As for how I survived that? I believe I've already answered that, with still having use of my magic and your attack being underpowered. For all the hubbub you put into it, I expected it to be better. Then again, I WILL be sore for a while because of that, so I'll give you some props. I wish your buddy here would at least get us out of this wall. It's very uncomfortable, and I feel as if I'm giving an invisible man a lap dance."

With that last, her body suddenly jerks forward, landing unsteadily, but remaining upright. Fighting off more giggles at the shadow's antics, she looks down and checks out the damage done to her dress. Sighing deeply, hoping it's still salvageable, she returns her gaze to the man before her.

"Well, we've still got some time. Are we gonna finish this fight? Or should I just end it now? You look as if you're about to fall over, so I wouldn't blame you for stopping now. You did a pretty decent job, all things considered."

The backhanded compliments not lost on him, the man's countenance darkens again, anger creeping up his face. "Sure, let's finish this. It won't be much of a fight as you can't even move your own body, so I'll make this quick. You did your best, no one can hold that against you. But it still wasn't enough!"

"You haven't seen my best yet" the woman corrects, now smiling sweetly at the man. "You think you've beaten me? I admit, this Shadow Puppet thing is VERY annoying. Your friend here has some nice tricks. But you think you've seen my best? Not a chance. But please, let me show you!" she delivers with a wicked smile, her hair starts changing colors again, the purple all but vanishing as a pink hue bleeds through the blue and overwhelming the purple, her now wild hair clashing violently with everyone's previous perception. "SKYBREAK!" A pink and blue explosion consumes her in a cocoon of energy as scales crawl across her skin, more magenta and cyan than anything. Small groupings of feather-like wings form around her wrists, ankles, back of her thighs and shoulders.

To everyone's surprise, none moreso than the blonde before her, a black-haired man is violently ejected from the girl's shadow, crashing into him as both tumble to the ground entangled. Both stumble to their feet, a mix of awe and aches affecting their balance as the woman's sheer power is practically humming, her brilliant pink eyes gazing upon them emotionless.

Fairy Tail Bench

"You have got to be kidding…" An astonished Gray mutters, jaw hanging open.

"Is that Wendy's Dragon Force?" Mira whispers, not really expecting an answer to the obvious.

"One of them" Natsu answers anyways, a very lopsided grin on his face as he stands next to his proud teammate, both with their arms crossed.

"This match is over" said partner grunts, mixing a sneer in with his grin somehow.

On the Field

"Now do you understand?" the woman, whose voice is suddenly deeper, more mature, demands of the two wide-eyed before her. "You two never had a chance against me. ME! Together, the two of you couldn't even beat ME! And you two small, pathetic, wanna-be half-assed useless wastes of existence think either of you could have faced Gajeel, let alone Natsu. You are very, VERY mistaken." Her face slowly contorts to anger, stepping forward towards the duo, her footsteps kicking up dust from the rolling power. "And you call yourselves dragon slayers." She spits very unladylike to the side, a scowl now formed on her lips. "You disgrace the name."

The Twin Dragons are brought out of their shock by her mostly collected rant. Their anger replacing their fear and awe as she continued on.

"Unless the two of you have some hidden trick up your sleeves, you may as well surrender now" she callously offers, the demand heavily explicit. "This is your last chance to walk out of this arena. Otherwise… I will finish this. And it will hurt. A lot."

"Take your offer and shove it up your ass, bitch. Then go to hell while you're at it" Sting ripostes with more bravado than he actually had, crouching down preparing for the final bout.

Seeing his partner equally as determined, Wendy nods her affirmation. "Very well." The words sliding into home like a blade into its sheath, eliminating all pretense of mercy.

Launching themselves at the woman once more, the two trade off swings and kicks, frustration mounting as she avoids them all with ease, not even bothering to retaliate. This only serves to anger the two even more as they throw everything they have left at the woman. Grabbing both their wrists, Wendy twists and flips them both over her shoulder, before completing the spin with a flourish of her hands.

"Gale Dragon: Eye of the Storm!" The same twister-like formation forms around them, the same that was seen used by God Serena against Natsu the day before.

Thinking her attention was diverted, the two charge at her yet again. As they reached her, she vanished before their eyes. "Tempest Dragon: Jetstream!" The Sky Dragon Slayer reappearing behind them, their momentum is viciously changed by a rope of wind to the heads, flipping them sideways, matching the woman's hands. The two careen into the wind barrier, which they summarily get sucked into a current, bringing them around back to the waiting pinkette.

"Sky Dragon Queen: Atrophic Gust!" Punching at the two with a left hook, a large pink and blue visage of a fist forms, resulting in a powerful counter wind that pummels them skyward. Were one to look closely, a multitude of spider web-like winds would be seen lacing their bodies with blood creeping through the torn skin. Their screams of pain testifying to the very vicious attack as the upward burst of air dissipates. The two free-fall back to the earth, only barely managing to form their wings to avoid crashing altogether.

Landing as lightly as their current statuses would allow, the two mirror their palms again, forming their energies between them as the girl steps towards them without hurry. "Unison Raid! Brilliant Nightmare Dragon: Divine Torment!"

Their largest attack yet, the twin dragons dig deep for this final surge of power between them. The back-lashing tornado forming behind them breaking against the stormy walls, turning the grayish-blue into an eerie mixture of black, white, and gray with blue streaks. Blood dripping off their arms, legs and faces, soaking into the ground at their feet, the two boys with all their might bring their other hands together, and throw the attack at the woman now only feet away.

The resulting explosion is enough to finally break through the wind wall, the eerie colors fading away. All eyes, though, are on the three at the center. Two of them in disbelief once again, Wendy stands before them, both hands out blocking their attack from hitting her directly, solid grey winds surrounding her body, slowing to reveal her clothing as undamaged as it was before.

Lowering her hands, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Eye of Harmony!" A purple explosion erupts from her, dancing in tandem with her pink. Before her body begins changing, a second Wendy steps out from her, her hair solid royal purple to match her eyes, noir skin completely covered in scales now, radiating dark beauty in contrast to her double's determined innocence.

"Congratulations" the two girls choir, emotionless as they look between the two. "You are no longer novice Dragon Slayers. You're now ready to become apprentices. Well done."

Anger trying to seep its way into them again, Sting and Rogue stumble backwards instead, exhaustion catching up to them after depleting themselves in their last attack, only slightly managing to keep their feet.

"And now, as I said at the beginning..." Wendy's 1 and 2 both chorus, looking between the two. "...now that you have lost, you will have to be punished."

Stepping apart from each other to nearly arm's length, both begin swirling their energies around them, Sky's right and Grav's left hands meet, forming a ball between them of dark purple and brilliant blue. At first a small sphere the size of a baseball, it gradually grows to envelope their hands. The power belies its size, however, as the swirling winds and gravitational pull it's projecting violate the ground beneath it, fissures of stone forming as all sense of direction vanishes in the women's immediate area, rock flying in every which way.

"Double Dragon: Breaking the Horizon!" The ball of energy is throw, not at the two boys, but above them, fifty feet off the ground. Following it in confusion, the small unassuming orb suddenly implodes, all but vanishing from the eye. Before anyone could question this, an array of what look like storm clouds suddenly form, a funnel dipping down from it. This funnel, both blue and purple, is unlike any ever seen as, instead of clockwise or counter-clockwise, the winds are somehow turning in both directions at once.

Seeing what fate lay in store, with whatever energy they can muster, the twin dragons attempt to flee, running through and past the girls waving, whose hands are guiding the funnel towards its intended target. Right before the two make it to the exit tunnel, the mouth of the storm touches down, encasing them. They are immediately pulled into the storm funnel, flipping and twisting in every imaginable direction, before being jerked immediately in the opposite, over and over again, giving whiplash after whiplash as hurricane winds meet gentle breezes, then instantly reversing. And if that wasn't enough, the pressure on their arms and legs keep changing: one feeling as if it were being put through a juicer, the other feeling as if being peeled off, and everywhere in between, cycling between their appendages in both relief and torment.

As blood begins mixing into the cloud, the two girls simultaneously clap their hands together as if clutching a rope, and yank on said invisible rope with massive heaves. The cloud formations silence and still immediately, but not before the funnel turns horizontal and spits out two bodies, which crash into the ground, unmoving.