The two pairs stared each other down. Both of them had the Sharingan activated. Now they just stood, hearing the soft moan of the air condition as the slight wind blew their hair.

In reality, Rarity was scared. It wasn't noticeable, but she was shaking. Considering Dark Side was injured and somewhat unlikely to be able to fight as he usually is. She felt as though she was alone, battling a stallion who could stand up to the likes of Princess Celestia.

Dark Side, on the other hand, was excited. His pulse was racing and he had a highly smug grin on his face. He knew he had multiple handicaps, but he was very capable of fighting, considering his Sharingan. Then there was that other thing...

Madara made the first move, or, at least that's what Rarity's Sharingan showed her. As she opened her eyes from the trance, Madara rushed at the two with his horn. In response, Dark Side took Rarity's hoof and pulled her backward, over the hospital bed. In the process, he stomped on the side of the bed as hard as he could. The bed rebounded upward, creating a makeshift barricade the two.

As he was already in motion and moving impossibly fast, Madara couldn't stop himself as he plowed his horn through the bed, inches away from Dark Side's throat. Dark Side took Madara's dazed state as an opportunity for a counter. He zapped his horn with an anti-magic spell, but he only knew one that prevented magic projectiles.

"Dark Side, look out!" Rarity warned, tackling Dark Side to the ground as Fusaku threw a syringe filled with sleep liquid at him. It missed and stuck into the bed.

"Madara! Don't kill them! We need their Sharingan!" Fusaku yelled to his comrade.

"I know! But we can't take any chances!" Madara yelled back, attempting to unify his arm from the fierce wood grip the bed had on him. He eventually pulled his horn back, but at the cost of the recoil sending him flying towards the wall, making a huge *THUD* sound and casing cracks and crevices to appear in the green tinted walls. He lifted his head up slowly, grimacing a bit from the pain as he saw a pony hoof coming towards his face. He took it like a stallion as it crushed against his skull, he knew whoever this was showed little to no remorse and he only knew one pony like that. He opened his eyes to see Rarity, rearing backwards for another hit until Madara slammed his head into her head, his horn somewhat piercing her skin.

"Ooooowwwwww!" Rarity moaned as a trickle of crimson red blood ran down her face. She wiped it if with a hoof. "IT. IS. ON!" She exclaimed as she tackled Madara to the ground next to her.

Madara's eye started bleeding as it looked like he shot a pillar of shadows out of his eye. She looked upward to see a plethora of black flames dancing gracefully on the ceilings.

Dark Side looked backward to see the Dark ink-like flames flowing on the ceiling. "What the hell?!" He yelled, worried that his grandfather was about to take the both of them down. "Rarity! Don't let that fire touch you!! It doesn't go out unless he puts it out! Dark Side warned.

As the flames raged, showing no signs of stopping, Dark Side had his hands full battling his own father. He apparently was not trying to hurt him, instead sending multiple syringes towards him. He wasn't throwing them fast enough, though, and Dark Side easily sidestepped or ducked them.

"Dark Side... we're just trying to help you." Fusaku said, tossing another syringe slightly faster then before.

"Y'know, you could make better lies than that." Dark Side commented, as he swiftly ducked, allowing the syringe to swing by him and into the wall. He threw it with such force that it cut through the wall. Fluttershy, from outside, immediately noticed it and suspected trouble.

She rushed in the isolated room. It was dark, but she could just barely see, thanks to the Sharingan. When she opened her eyes completely, she saw black flames gallantry stroking the roof of the room, showing no signs of stopping. In the right corner, she saw the pony from her nightmares, Madara, wrestling Rarity, who, to her shock, was resisting quite skillfully. In the middle of the room, Dark Side was pinned to a wall by a pony who looked somewhat like him. She wasn't sure who to help first, but she was sure she needed the element of surprise.

As Dark Side attempted to slip away from his assailant, his father reared upward, syringe in hoof. "Sorry son. This is for your own good." Dark Side heard his father mumble before he brought the syringe down towards his chest. Just inches before impact, though, Fusaku stopped dead in his tracks and toppled over clumsily. "What....did....you....do....?" Fusaku managed to choke out before finally losing consciousness. Behind him, Dark Side saw his little sister, holding an empty syringe.

"Y'see I knew you had good instincts." He complimented, hugging her. She smiled and nuzzled him, leaving him a bit uncomfortable. She was used to doing it to Angel before he.....passed. She didn't know how it felt to do it to another pony, let alone a stallion, leaving her with a severe blush on her face.

"Ummm... sorry." She said, making her trademark 'squee' sound as she smiled embarrassed.

"Yeah, y'know maybe we should save hugs for later. We got our grandfather to take down." Dark Side said, narrowing his eyes at his father, who had gotten pushed into a corner by Rarity.

"WELL?! C'MON YA LITTLE DIPSHIT!!!!!" Yelled Madara in a demonic voice as the two charged each other through the spreading flames, Sharingans blaring. Their heads clashed with great impact.

----To Be Continued----

Author's Note

Yeah... part two coming in about a day or two. Gotta map out the fight.

By the way, Dark Side is based of my overall demeanor and an Ace Attorney character named Bandai Ichyanagi. Look him up if you want. There are no physical similarities but there are character similarities.

Oh yeah, I'm planning on adding more anime abilities. If you have any ideas, please share in comments, or drop me a pm thanks.