Frosch, standing nearby, trembled all over and hurriedly chimed in through tears.
"Frosch thinks this is a nightmare too."
In the underground arena, the brawl still showed no signs of stopping.
The instant Gajeel threw a heavy punch, Natsu spotted his chance.
He precisely caught the opening in his opponent's defense, then abruptly exerted both hands and shoved hard against Gajeel's chest.
"Off you go!"
Gajeel lost his footing and toppled backward.
With a thud, he fell straight into an abandoned mine cart parked on the tracks.
"Natsu! You bastard, you dared to sucker-punch me?!"
Gajeel's fury flared as he was about to spring back up.
But Natsu moved even faster, raising a hand to pull down the mine cart switch beside the tracks.
Crack!
The old tracks started up at once.
The cart carrying Gajeel sped down the sloping track and into the depths of the mine.
"You damn Fire Dragon! Just you wait! I'll kill you, I swear!"
The violent jolting left Gajeel, who got motion sickness, dizzy and nauseated.
His threats faded into the wind as they echoed through the dark tunnel, eventually vanishing completely.
Natsu remained where he stood and raised a hand to dust off his palms.
He turned, imitating Gajeel's signature sinister grin, his tone teasing.
"Hehehehe, Iron Chicken Head, you just reflect on yourself properly in that mine."
Having dealt with the troublesome teammate, Natsu finally turned around.
His gaze settled firmly on Sting and Rogue in the distance.
Sting and Rogue stared in stunned disbelief.
Neither of them could believe that Natsu had truly sent his own partner away with his own hands.
"Alright, the irrelevant people have been cleared out."
Natsu spread his hands, smiled arrogantly, and declared openly.
"I don't need Gajeel's help to deal with two half-baked fighters like