Justice For Me

A Tier Above The Rest
The cacophony of destruction could be heard for miles. The panic stretching into the commercial district of the city when the wind blew from the shockwave of the proud Seven Towers were felled. People were running through the streets while law enforcement was trying to rally together to keep order and approach the scene. But from the site, they could see the flashes of flames and overcast of shadows, indicating that the combat was still continuing.

"What's going on?!" A man cried out, wearing what looked like civilian white shirt and jeans while being pushed back by a checkpoint created by police enforcement.

"Sir, you'll have to stand back. The situation is being dealt with-"

"Bullshit! My wife had won a ticket to see it from the Seven Towers!" He profusely shouted as the uniform man backed up, the barrier of tape pushed against by the man. Expression was shown of aggravation and desperation, sweat beading down his face with dilated eyes. "What happened?! I don't see them anymore! Is she-"

"Sir, with all due respect to your problems, I can't have you passing through this barrier. If we get information soon, I'll let you-" The officer trailed off, just as soon as a blur of motion thrashed straight through the tape and skidded to a stop. When both of them looked over they saw a topple of unconscious bodies laying beside a panting girl. Veins of potently glowing color faded off her form as she struggled to stand up. The officer, forgetting the man completely, walked over to help the girl when she stumbled. "Miss, are you alright? Where did you come from?"

"I'm...I...can't stay here," She mumbled, trying to push him away as her gaze looked over at the smoking horizon in the distance. "Must...help her..."

"What are you talking about? Maam, just take it easy-"

"Wait, I know her face," The man spoke aloud, pointing at her with realization. Then he saw the faces of the other three, one especially garish made his eyes bulge. "M-Mister Seven?! And two other competitors! They're from the Tournament! Ask her what happened!"

"Sir, you'll need to give her some space, she looks exhausted-"

"ASK HER THE DAMN QUESTIONS OR I-"

WHACK!

A solid crack was heard rapping across the man's skull, causing him to fall over into a large man's grip. Wearing what looked like a brown coat with a white diamond trimmed pattern, a dark emerald pair of slacks and loose fit top was seen decking the man out. With a pair of wooden clog sandles and a fashionable white-green striped hat, the man's upper features were shadowed as he looked up with a sly grin on his face. Holding the man up with one arm while waving his peculiar arch-handled cane, he held the man out to him.

"So sorry about that. It looked like he was having a panic attack and looked aggressive," The mysterious man said in a laidback manner, delivering the significantly bigger built man into the smaller officer's grip. Turning away he looked at the tired yet perplexed girl as he raised a single finger over his lips. Turning back he waved at the man. "I'll take these people off your hands. Less work for you, right?"

"W-Wait just a minute-!"

Before he could even set the unconscious man down, a flourish of motion was seen before four of the five of them took off. Blinking with amazement they seemed to be taken off on a flying carpet. Leaving the man flabbergasted he sighed and gathered the man and Mister Seven to a nearby medical unit. He just hoped no one would ask him to be a witness to what happened cause he hadn't a clue.

"Wait a minute," Maria finally declared, regaining her senses as she evaluated she was now flying back towards the collapsed ruins in the distance. "Who are you?"

"You're not arguing that I've taken you up into the air back towards the battle? You're either very brave and trusting or incredibly foolish," He replied with a chuckle as he waved a fan over his face.

"You didn't answer my questi-"

"And I'll be happy to answer you, my dear, but you need to use what strength you have left to restore their power. I know you don't have much tolerance left to rejuvenate yourself, given your situation, I'm sure you'll try your best," He informed her quickly, retaining a rather glib manner in the way he spoke. Folding his fan as he noticed Maria erect a restoration barrier over the pair, she took slow steady breaths as her arms shook with concentration. Satisfied he turned over and waved at her with a telling grin. "My name is Mangetsu, the Councilor of Seven for Ishgar's Magic Council. I've been watching your battle casually from the comfort of my shop here in Siebte but I found the situation too dangerous to ignore. I left it in the care of my helpful colleagues to ensure that whatever lives are left are protected. Does that answer your question, Miss Maria Alexander?"

Maria found herself gaping. She had heard things of the Council thanks to her mother's membership as being Fiore's representative, but seeing such a lax acting and dressed man right before her eyes was mind boggling. But, the fact he was here and now gave her hope. Even as she continued her task she looked at him pleadingly over her shoulder, "You must save my sister! She's fighting that monster and I don't know if anyone can stop him!"

"Give me details," He calmly asked with his smile disclosed for a more neutral expression. "Tell me everything you know about this man and what he can do."

"You can't run forever, Devil!" Faer cried out with a chilling laugh, his spinning stave building up a spiraling shape of Cosmos magic around the tool. Halting the spin with a swiping gesture he sent the razor-sharp disc of cosmic energy to fly straight towards the Darkness Dragon Slayer from above to her ground state. It'd slice through the fallen wreckage like a torch of light, leaving an explosion geyser out of Ethernano in its wake. With his free hand he fired fireballs of Fire Dragon Slayer magic at her, letting loose a series of blasts at her. Despite his desire to destroy her with absolute force, he dared not underestimate her and draw close. Maintaining distance and wearing her down, no matter her speed, was the best pragmatic choice.

Something he knew that'd eventually wear her out.