A fight

Thanks to your incredible speed; you were infront of their guild in a matter of seconds. Following the scent of strawberries until it led you to their base.

"So..this is fairy tail." You muttered as you adjusted your hat to block the rising sun. The wooden building was a deep brown mahogany, with three floors and the guild's name done in blood red, topped by a protruding, stylized heart shape and flanked by a pair of carved fairies. You mentally prepared yourself for a headache as you palmed the door, you could already hear the sounds of commotion and unsubtle stupidity.

As you opened the door, all noise seemed to falter; and its sources seemed to freeze. This eerie silence was broken by a somewhat rude and obnoxious red head, who was wearing an open short shirt, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Oi! What do you want?! Cant you see were in the middle of something!" And indeed they were; what was going on in the guild seemed to be a brawl, paused on your arrival. Many of the mages were commicly holding chairs, or **** each other.

Instead of replying you simply narrowed your eyes, completely ticked off at the red heads tone.

"Heh, maybe he wants in!" A large, muscular man with tan colored skin and white hair called out, a gleeful smile on his face as he continued. "Lets lets test em out, get ready! Beast Arm: Black Bull!" A bright light showered the large mans arm; and in mere moments it was replaced by that of a bull's. You raised your eye brow in mock suprise as he charged you.

"HAAAAAAAAA!" before jumping in the air and attempting to slam his bull arm down on you.

"ELFMAN! Wait!" A voluptuous woman with an hourglass figure with light purple hair yelled out in concern.

"Really?" You muttered as you simply caught his arm mid-swing, your palm easily holding his large black fist as the floor cracked under your feet. Although he was undoubtedly strong, it was nothing compared to your god like strength.

"How the hell..." a young man with black hair, blue eyes and...... no clothes spoke out in surprise, his jaw dropping to the floor.

"He must be strong to block Elfman's punch like that." Said an orange haired man with long pipe held lazily in his mouth.

"O-oi" stuttered a small blue cat, hiding behind the shoulder of the obnoxious red head.

You only smiled at him; not a friendly smile, no, this was the smile of a predator, who had just caught his prey.

"My turn..." you whispered; so that only the aforementioned Elfman could hear.