Just Another One O' Those Stereotypical Action Stories

The pair stops to walk, as Blazing Heart gets tired while Stormy Dash never gets very tuckered out. While he takes a chance to breathe, Stormy notices a rustling in the trees.

"Hey, anyone there?" She walks closer, inspecting the bush. A masked dark blue stallion jumps out, pushing her onto her back, holding a knife to her neck.

"Give me all ya' money girlie, or I'll kill ya' and yo friend over there, a'rite?" He glares at Stormy Dash, and waving another knife threateningly towards Blazing Heart.

"Is he... is he joking?" Stormy Dash starts laughing, and Blazing Heart joins in.

"Quit ya laughin' or you'll both be pushing up DAISIES!" The theif presses the knife closer to Stormy's neck, hard enough to draw a bit of blood while using his magic to move the other knife closer to Blazing Heart.

"Hey Blazing, I'll take care of him, you take care of the knives. As for you, good sir," she pauses, smiling twistedly, "I suggest you run."

"Or else what, you'll tell ya mom?" The thief raises his hoof to strike Stormy in the muzzle, but his hoof is stopped by hers. She stands up, bending the steel knife in half, licking her own blood off it.

"...The Hell..."

Blazing Heart grabs the other knife, and it melts to a thin liquid that drips off his hoof, and through the process he's grinning. Stormy Dash quickly kicks the thief, sending him flying several yards away. The thief coughs up blood, unable to speak. She walks up to him, smiling widely, two white gleaming incisors appearing. The thief's eyes widen in fear, processing what he is seeing as her eyes turn from a bright cheery green to a demonic, crimson red, pupils turning to catlike slits.

Everything goes black for the stallion, the last thing he sees before passing out is Stormy Dash pulling away from his neck, mouth stained with dark blood, his own.