The Tournament

“Okay Pyra we have been here a month and you still act like it’s the first week of school, how are you so relaxed the first finals are in 3 weeks and the topics are quite difficult,” Rain said with a frown.

“And could you stop laughing at me like I just said something stupid?”

“Rain I know the subjects are difficult for you and that’s why I’m here to help you study. It’s like teaching my younger brother you just have to force them and convince them that studying is fun,” Pyra said with a smile.

“Your one to talk Pyra you already mastered that first healing spell and you only learned about it last week,” Star said while walking towards them with a paper in her hand.

“What can I say Star I’m a natural,” Pyra said with a smirk. “Rain what is the first thing you need to know to build up a healing spell?” Pyra asked, catching Rain completely off guard.

“Well.. I.. uhm.“

“yeh I thought so… start reading, this is still a library,” Pyra said.

“Are you excided Pyra?” Star asked. “Not many girls her are going to compete in the annual mixed gender free fighting completion. From what I heard only 8 girls are competing from the 32 registered participants.”

“Well only one is needed to kick their flanks might as well be me,” Pyra said laughing. “By the way Star what’s that in your hand.”

“Ow I almost forgot it’s your registration and your number, you are number 22,” Star said.

“So… is it 1 vs 2 and 3 vs 4?” Pyra asked.

“No this year they changed it,” Star explained. “The first contestant pulls a number from a box and that number will be his opponent, after the fight, number 2 pulls a number until 16 matches are played and then it’s a tournament setup.”

“I see, Rain do you have an answer for me?” Pyra asked, stumbling Rain in the process.

“Yes, you need to guide the magic to your fingertips in complete focus and guide the magic trough the wound to apply it so the healing starts,” Rain answered.

“Very good Rain, you earned your break, but remember this spell works only if you stand still or if you lie down, if you walk the spell breaks. For that you need more advanced spells,” Pyra said.

“Let me guess, you already know those spells do you Pyra?” Rain asked.

Pyra smiled while looking away.

“OW COME ON!”

“SSSTTT”

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The next morning Pyra was stretching her body and preparing for the tournament when someone went to sit next to her.

“Greetings young lady, may I assume that you are also participating in this years mixed gender tournament,” the stranger said with a high Canterlot accent.

“In that you are correct, may I ask you your number of the tournament?” Pyra asked.

“Well I am number one of course.”

“Of course? Why is that, didn’t you sign in first?”

“No my aunt is the princesses and because of that I’m always first in line.”

“So basically because of your title you get a lot of things without working for it,” Pyra replied.

“No that’s not how it goes, people respect me and that’s why they give me things.” The young noble said clearly offended by what Pyra said.

“You know that, that is not how the world works right, if you want something you need to earn it, just like this tournament, you won’t win it because of a title. You will have to defeat me if you want to win,” Pyra said in a serious tone.

“Ha, a little girl like you can never defeat the mighty Prince Blueblood. You are not even an warm-up match.”

“We will see about that, If I’m against you, you better not blink you might miss what happened to your body in that time,” Pyra said very coldly.

After that blueblood straightened his back and took his leave while Pyra went back to stretching.

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“Alright everybody we are ready to begin! Can contestant number one come over here to pick a number.” The announcer yelled trough a microphone.

“It’s about time, I was already growing a white beard,” Blueblood said while he put his hand in the box with numbers.

“You have picked number 22, can contestant number 22 come to the arena it’s time for your match.”

Blueblood scanned the contestant bench to see who was his opponent, but no one stood up.

“Ha it seems that he’s chicken,” Blueblood laughed.

“I’m standing right here,” Pyra said behind Blueblood making him jump from the surprise.

“How did you get behind me!” blueblood yelled.

“I walked,” Pyra said getting a laugh from the audience

“Alright Number 1 vs Number 22, READY… Fight!!”

When the bell gonged, Blueblood launch himself at Pyra. With his fist ready to strike her face. When he was only 20 centimetre away, his punch stopped, earning a surprise glare from blueblood. Pyra had caught the punch of blueblood with her hand without moving an inch.

“That’s it? After all the bragging and talking high and mighty, this is the best you come up with, that really pathetic.” She released blueblood and he jumped back.

“I don’t like your kind Blueblood," Pyra said. “The kind of people who think this world is all about serving you, don’t you. You never faced the hard things in life, you haven’t lost anyone in your life, you haven’t feared for the safety of a loved one. No you always had the easy way, and because of that you think you’re special and deserve to be served.”

“You think this all a joke, that you walk in here and take the win without any trouble. I’m here because I take this serious and I need to know how far my skills have developed in the last couple of years, but you, do you even know how to fight? “

“HOW DARE YOU, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?” Blueblood yelled.

“Yes I do, and by Celestia I wish I didn’t, it would spared me the headache you just gave me.”

Blueblood launched in anger at Pyra. “I’m ending this,” Pyra said. The moment Blueblood tried to punch, Pyra grabbed his arm and flung him over her shoulder, slamming him into ground.

She stood above Blueblood and looked down on him well he was wallowing in his pain.

“A prince is supposed to lead his people and help them, like your aunts. But you you’re nothing like them. You are a prince in title only.”

After that she raised her leg and slammed it down in Blueblood’s stomach knocking him out. The crowd started cheering.

“Winner Number 22 by Knock Out. Number 22 has earned the right to fight in the next round. Number 2 come pick your number. ”

Pyra didn’t hear it, she just walked back to the dressing room so she could calm herself down and regain focus until her next match, not noticing the pair of red eyes focussed on her.

She heard the crowd cheer every time someone had won his or hers match, she never saw any of the other matches.

“We take a ten minute break so our finalists can rest up and prepare for the final.”

Pyra went to her roommate to talk. “So Star how do you like the tournament so far?” Pyra said,

“You were amazing,” Star said while giving Pyra a bottle of water, “you really put that good for nothing prince in his place.”

“I doubt that it made any change in his behaviour,” Pyra said.

“Well I’m so glad that you made it to the finals, but the finals won’t be as easy.”

“Ow really what kind of spectacular dude impressed you so much you forgot about your boyfriend already,” Pyra said with a mocking smile.

“No not a dude, a girl.”

“Well that’s a surprise,” Pyra said. “Was she any good?”

“Ow yeh, just like you she won all her matches without breaking a sweat,” Star said. “I belief she came from Ponyville a small town about two hours from Canterlot.”

“Things just got interesting,” Pyra said taking a sip from her drink.

“Ladies and Gentleman it’s time for the final, for the first time we have two girls in the finals. I’m inviting number 22 and number 11 to take their place in the arena.”

Pyra walked to the arena and saw a girl with blue hair and red eyes walk in the same direction. “This will be fun,” Pyra thought. She went to her spot and took a stance.

“You may begin!”

Pyra stood there waiting for her opponent to make the first move and apparently she was doing the same thing.

“Uhm girls you can begin the match,” the announcer said without his microphone.

After two minutes you could hear a pin fall. On the count of the clock Pyra launched at the blue haired girl, who took a defensive stance. She wanted to end it fast so she had to use more strength in this match then the entire tournament.

Her first punch got blocked, as she expected because it was only a diversion. She used her leg to try to let the girl loose her balance, but to her surprise, the girl had used her own foot to block the surprise attack. After breaking away from her opponent she had to rethink he strategy, because overpowering wasn’t going to work, she already knew that. Then she had to best faster with rapid attacks.

Using this strategy worked his way’s, she had gotten a few good hits on her opponent, but she also received a few good hit, and she was getting tired. After ten straight minutes of fighting both girls were panting and only had strength left for one attack. The blue haired girl was first to launch. She ran straight to Pyra with her fist aiming for her face. Pyra reacted by blocking, but because of that she didn’t see the feint move and got a unblocked punch straight in her stomach, knocking all her strength out of her.

Pyra fell on her knees ready to fall over on the hard floor, but before she could, something grabbed her. “Your strong can you tell me your name?” The blue haired girl said with a big smile.

“Pyra Blaze,” Pyra said half panting.

“Well greetings Pyra, I’m Vinyl Almata Apple but you can call me Vinyl. “

“Ladies and Gentleman may I introduce you to the winner of this amazing final. Vinyl Apple Scratch. Give her and her opponent Pyra Blaze a round of applause.”

Author's Note

That marks the end of this chapter.
Pyra and Vinyl have met and there rivalry will only grow from here.

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