Fenrir looked in shock at Draco's appearance in the arena and punching James. James hit the ground with a thud and received her backlash on the whole subject. James simply looked at Draco and then left with a glare shot at Fenrir.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"This isn't over, cripple. Well, it probably is, but we'll settle it one day."</span>The young Dreyar thought. Fenrir sighed as he dismissed his sword as Draco talked harshly to the others before diverting her attention to him.<br/><br/>"Come on Draco! Don't be like Erza!" Natsu whined. "Who's daughter would you be-ACK!" Natsu was grabbed by the crook of Erza's arm.<br/><br/>"What's that Natsu? Maybe I should remind you who is the stronger by stepping in there and having a real fight like old times?" The Master asked.<br/><br/>Fenrir smiled through the rough tending. "I can tell. But don't be too mad. James is young, just like us. Moving on from a tragedy is hard. I still can't look at them in their eyes. Do they even forgive me Draco?" He asked, before chuckling ruefully. "And for your formation alone, I was going to win. But that really doesn't condone the fact we fought. Nor will saying move on or grow up fix this."<br/><br/>He gestured to his silver arm, he probably had to fix some of the dents in it but it didn't look too severely damaged. But he was gesturing the fact he even lost it. "I should have been as Old as Gildarts when this happened."