The Fighter

Sharp Blade flung her hooves up in the air and grabbed a gun. She fit her hooves around it and spun around shooting pink paint. A glob of paint hit her brothers face.

"I'm out." He says with a laugh.

"Yup!" She got out of her chair and ran about ducking under flying paint. She wanted to try something. She rushed down a hall. It had to be there. It all ways appeared after a mission. It was. A tall golden door stood before her. She steppes inside. In the center of the room there was a large pool. Sharp Blade walked to it and stared down at it. In the water there was always a image, but this time there wasn't. CLICK, something screeched. Sharp Blade felt wet paint on her back. "Your out!" A voice says. She turns around to see her attacker, but she was gone. Sharp Blade thought about washing the paint of but she decided against it. She turns away from the water and leaves the room. At the door there was a small group paint coated ponies.

"Hey." She says.

"Come with us." The leader of the group says. Sharp Blade had a feeling these where the popular pony type. She never paid attention to the popularity chart. This made her unpopular. Why where they asking her to come with her? It could be trap. Or it could be honest. She wanted to expect the second. She always liked expecting the best from people. She followed them up a staircase around a corner and into a room. Ponies walked around the room tracking paint. They started doing popular kid things. Sharp Blade shifted her weigh from hoof to hoof. The door then glows and opens. A unicorn enters. She levitated a open book in front of her and a gun beside of her.

"Rose!" One kid says. "You got out this early! You can do better." The book shuts with magic and fell to the floor; showing the ponies face. Sharp Blade gaspes, and felt horrible for doing it. Some ponies at the cottage had scars, but this pony had like.. a hundred scars. Other than the scars the pony had a short tangled blue mane and tail and a gray coat.   The most disturbing about her was her cutie mark. Sure some members of the community had symbolic marks, but most had ordinary objects or weaponry. Her mark was a glowing rainbow egg. Suddenly a question came to Sharp Blade's mind; was this Rose an egg head or a jock?

"No. I didn't get out. You inspect me if you want." Roes says. The pony who had called her out ran over and tested her statement and realized that she was staying the truth. He laughed.

"You just want hide out here. Predictable of you!" She turned her head so the other pony could get a mouthful of hair.

"True that." She says loudly in a soft upbeat voice.

Three hours later no one was left except for the winner, Rose. Everyone went down to the cafe, and Rose got a golden medal. After that everyone heads to bed.