A Bronie's Soul

"NEON LIGHTS!!!"

A mint-green unicorn with a messy brown mane put his hand on the turntables, stopping the music with a scratch.. He straightened his black shirt, shook out his black and white chess board trousers, and turned around to me slowly. He flashed a cocky grin.

"Present."

"Don't you play that game with me!" I growled, stalking towards him. His eyes widened for a second, but he continued smirking. "You just tried your luck with a married mare!"

The crowd gasped as I pushed Neon back, causing him to stumble over the turntables. He stood up calmly and, with a flick of the wrist, the tables lowered into the stage.

"You got proof?"

Blue lightning flashed across my vision and the crowd moved back.

"HOW ABOUT THE CRYING MARE BACKSTAGE WITH HER WIFE RIGHT NOW!!!!"

"Oh! You mean Octavia? Yeah, filly fooler marriages don't count, so I'm in the clear."

That was it. All remaining restraint left me then. I flew at him, top speed, and sent us both sprawling across the floor. He was first up, using his magic to levitate five pocket knives from random clubbers. He twirled them around his head, advancing on me slowly.

That was a mistake on his part. I purposely stayed down, gathering all of the electrical energy pulsing through my veins. When he was close enough, I let it all out in a single bolt, sending him flying through the air. He tried to get up, but I was already on top of him, punching him continuously until my knuckles were bloody. I stood up and walked away, thinking he'd had enough. To my surprise, he hauled himself off the floor and egged me on.

I took the bait. Spreading my wings, I hurled myself like a bullet towards the scumbag, drawing the blue lightning into my fists. I saw him pull out the gun too late, and he managed to get a shot in, crippling my left wing.  Dropping to the floor, I managed to roll myself into a ball enough to duck under the other shots and through his legs, punching up on the way. A sickening crack resonated around the room and Neon dropped to his knees, holding his groin.

I stood up again, covered in dirt. Both my shirts had tonnes of holes in them, so I just ripped them off as I walked towards the groaning unicorn.  I grabbed his shirt, pulling him up to look me in the eye.

"Remember this face in Tartarus, bucker. I am the stallion that ended you with nothing but his bare hands."

I punched him, letting his body sag from the blow. Then I pulled him up and did it again. And again. And again. I kept going until I felt a hand on my shoulder, looking back to see Snowflake.

"I think he's had enough, man." the burly pegasus said, pulling me lightly away. I took one more look at Neon, his face a bloody pulp, and let his unconscious body drop unceremoniously to the floor.

My body still shook with rage as Snowflake led me backstage again. We walked past the curtain to see Octavia sleeping on Vinyl's lap, mascara running down her face. Vinyl motioned for us to be quiet, and we both took a seat. Silva wasn't here anymore.

"Well?" Vinyl asked, raising an eyebrow. Snowflake cut in before I could answer.

"He all but said that your marriage wasn't official because you're both mares. I have it on tape. He also had a loaded gun, and at least five citizens had knifes."

"Oh, buck the citizens! I wanna know if that scum-sucker is still breathing!"

"I think so." I said, no longer shaking but still crackling with electrical energy. "Snowflake pulled me away before I could end him."

"Good. I don't want him dying in my club."

Curtains were pulled back and we all looked up to see Silva, completely sober, with a look of amazement on her face.

"Dude! You shrugged off a bullet to the wing!" she yelled, causing Octavia to stir. The grey mare sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked at me. Her eyes widened when she did.

"You're bleeding!" She cried, crossing the room in the blink of an eye and grasping my wing. I winced as the pain shot through me, the adrenaline finally wearing off.

"SWEET CELESTIA THAT HURTS!" I hollered, pulling at my hair as the mare's dainty fingers loosened their grip.

"Sorry."

"Not you, the shot."

"Oh."

Octavia worked on my wing with a first aid kit while Snowflake explained that a Pegasus's wing was the most sensitive part of their body. He then proceeded to berate me about not having basic knowledge of my own body. I didn't tell him why, though. Silva's brother or not, I didn't want him to know. Before long, two Pegasus stallions dressed in midnight-blue armour walked into the room. I didn't notice much about them except the fact that they had bat wings instead of the normal.

"Is the stallion known as Thunder Rift in this room?" One of them asked, eyeing me intensely. He obviously only asked through protocol. I stood up, calm as I've ever been, and looked him dead in the eye.

"I am. Am I under arrest for beating that bigot Neon to a bloody pulp? 'Cause I'm pretty sure Princess Celestia wouldn't like that."