Improvise

WARNING: DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE AHEAD
Chapter 2
Vulpes turned around, to come face to face with angry-looking colt. Immediately Vulpes recognized him, he was on the Cumulus Lightning Strike team. “Hey, how’s it go-“Vulpes started to greet, but the words were knocked out of his mouth. He stumbled and felt his face, his nose was bleeding like a firework. He had only a moment’s hesitation before the club the colt was wielding was smashing into his face like it was a drum. Vulpes dropped to the floor and bumped his head on the table knocking punch all over him. The colt’s face was some sort of distorted angry swirl as he screamed words at Vulpes, “she was mine!” and “why did you do it!” Were among the most repeated. Vulpes tried to block some of the blows but it was too much he could feel his teeth breaking into shards like glass , with a sickening crunch he realized his jaw was broken. Another crack came and his nose was gone too, it was then the blows stopped. He looked down at himself, he was drenched in a red liquid, he couldn’t tell if it was the punch or his blood, he reached his hoof up to feels his face, his jaw had nearly been ripped off, most of his teeth were shattered or gone, his lips had been ripped up by Vulpes biting down to tank out the pain, his nose was almost touched the left side of his face. A gurgling sound emitting from his throat told him he was drowning in his own blood, he gagged and rolled onto his side to let the blood trickle out and on the floor. It took only minutes but it felt like hours before paramedics arrived at the scene, and hauled the victim into an ambulance. Leaving a very worried mare and several partygoers that had no energy left. As the doctors snipped away and prodded at Vulpes’ dismantled face, he was safe in another world. He was arching in a line of soldiers going in and out of formations, following the commands of their masked leader who was swinging his arms like he was conducting music. The mysterious colt turned to Vulpes and the mask fell off, it was him, but with a heavily scarred face and a tired look in his eyes. He opened his mouth and spoke “That is not your part” and the world seemed to be sucked away. When he woke up he had just about a million little tubes sticking out of his face, the only thought that came to his head was “How am I supposed to sneeze without blowing my head off?”

Author's Note: A little bit shorter then I'd liked it to be, but Enjoy anyway