I should've guessed something would happen.

The girls all froze up, and we all turned to see where the roar came from. There, at the bottom of the hill, was an over-sized lion with a scorpion's tail and bat-like wings. It's fur was matted to it's body by sweat and dried blood, and foam ran from it's snarling mouth, it's pupils the size of pinpricks. Poor bastard looks crazed.

And angry.

I know that, dåre.*

"Fluttershy, darling, can't you calm it down?!" Rarity suddenly asked Fluttershy, her voice betraying her panic.

"It has rabies!" Oh gods, that doesn't sound good.

The manticore looked up at us, it's gaze stopping when it meets mine. We stare at each other, unblinking, and it unfurls it's wings, crouching low and pulling it's lips back even farther over it's sharp, yellow teeth, and giving a low growl.

Ah shit, it challenged me. Well... Åt helvete med det!*

I unfurl my own wings, lowering my body slightly and unsheathing my claws. Something isn't right here... it isn't acting like a rabid animal...

It launches itself at me, cutting off my inner monologue. Twilight and the girls disappear in a flash of light, and I dive to the side, lashing out my leg as I did so, landing a solid kick to one of it's teeth.

*Crack*

The manticore roars in pain, and swipes at me. I wasn't fast enough to avoid it this time, and it's claws cut deep into my arm. I couldn't hold in my grunt of pain at the burning pain that came soon after.

By the gods, that burns!

It lowers again, and we begin circling each other. It seemed to be taking me seriously now.

Okay, I don't think I can use my other arm. Maybe I can get it's eyes-

My train of thought is once again derailed, but this time by the beating of large wings, and the cry of an eagle. No, not an eagle...

In a gust of wind, Grandfather leaped over me, charging straight for the manticore with reckless abandon, his claws fully extended and beak open wide.

Oh skit, he looks angry.

In one swift motion, he dives under the beast, springing up and wrapping his arms around it's body and grabbing hold, before lifting it with a mighty heave and slamming it down on it's stomach again and bringing his claw down on it's front paw. He looks to me while the beast roars again, his message clear.

'Now's you're chance, fågelunge!'

I quickly dash towards them, my claws once again unsheathed. But this time, my target wasn't the eyes..

With a quick jump, I was on it's back, facing it's so far unused stinger.

Thank whatever god can hear me that it didn't use this thing...

With a turn and a swift kick to the back of it's head, it went down. Just as it hit the ground, however, a burning pain begins to spread from my wing, even worse than the scratches. I move to clutch at my wing, and fall off the Manticore's back, hitting the bloodied grass.

"Gah! Skit!"

"Fågelunge! Är du okej?! Vad hände?*"

"I'll be okay, Farfar. I think it's stinger clipped my wing." I try to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace as another wave of burning pain hits me.

"Dumheter!* We need to get you to a hospital!"

Before I could even open my beak, he has me over his shoulder and is charging into town like a feathered juggernaut.

Author's Note

Translations
*Fool
*Ah, to hell with it!
And I think you can gather what Skit means.
*[Adrians nickname]! Are you okay?! What happened?
*Bullshit