The situation that I am in was simple. A group of four older ponies, led by a large brutish looking green stallion with a lighter green mane smirking to what I can best judge as threateningly. Judging by their red and black letter jackets, they most likely go to West Canterlot High. They currently block the sidewalk to the school I was supposed to be at in a matter of half an hour. The only other way to get there would sidetrack me for at least forty-five minutes, and then another five to ten minutes trying to find my way to the room that held homeroom. Being late is never an option, it is rude and claims that the one showing up late does not care about where they are going. So I continue forward, most likely about to be stopped by the bothersome group of stallions.
"Hey, where do you think you're going kid?" The green stallion spoke smugly.
"School, now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going." I said my words quick and deliberately, so as not to waste any time.
"Oh, sorry, you can't go this way." he said without any sincerity.
"And if I do?"
"Well let's just say it isn't good for your health." I was afraid of that.
I glance at the clock on the side of the nearby bank. Twenty-Four minutes, I'd have to be quick. Quickly Take a step forward as the the green stallion tries to push you back, and dive under him. rise quickly flank first, and toss your head, effectively throwing him behind yourself. The green stallion is now on the ground. Make sure he doesn't get any back up by scaring the others. Stick your left forehoof where the sternocephalicus meets the neck, and press hard enough to block air flow.
I quickly execute my flawless plan, and have my enemy literally by the throat. I groan inwardly realizing that I have to threaten him to make sure this ends. "I can crush your trachea right now and kill you. But I won't. Now get the fuck out of here." I say calmly. I release my hold on his throat, and he quickly gets up and scampers off, followed by his idiot henchmen. Rolling my eyes I get running to my school, so not to be late.
If this is how my day starts, I'm not sure if I should continue. Things always can get worse.