It's Raining Sunlight

Before we start, sorry for taking down this story. I had to fix some problems, and I hope you people can enjoy it a little more now.

Enjoy the story.

Chapter 4:

The battle had started, both ponies circling around eachother. Batter kept his eyes on his opponent. The muscles of the stallion were large, so taking him out with strength was out of the question. But before he could think further, the stallion lunged at him, slamming in to him. He crashed into the ground, feeling a pain sink in his left hindleg. "Heh, that's all you have? When you were pushing that rock you seemed to have atleast some power, but I guess my muscles scared you." the stallion said, grinning. Batter quickly jumped up, ignoring the pain and growling a little.

The ponies around them started to encourage both of them. "GO GO, WE WANT ACTION!". Both ponies looked around, seeing more and more joining the yelling. "Don't worry, my loyal fans. I will take care of this loser and then you can carry me on your backs!" he yelled at them, sounding more like a king than a recruit. Batter couldn't stand this, but he didn't let it get to his head.

"Come on then, I've got better things to do..." he whispered. The stallion turned and just grinned at him. "Yeah, let's do this. Ooh and by the way, the name you will be screaming after this battle is Rush, don't you dare forget it.".

After that sentence, Rush lunged himself again. Batter quickly dodged and used his recover to lunge himself in the ribs of Rush. He clashed painfully into Rush's side, hearing some sort of breaking noise. "AAAAAAH!".

The stallion yelled loudly as he felt his ribs getting smashed. He stood there for a moment, coughing a little. He looked at Batter, his eyes glowing red with anger. Then the battle didn't became a sparring session anymore, it became a full out war. Rush screamed at the top of his lungs. Batter felt himself taken aback by this sight, his legs weakening under him, knowing what he had done.

Rush came back with all his front hooves, punching and slashing away at his face. Blocking them proved useful. But after a little while of only blocking, Batter's arms became weaker and weaker. He either could take them, until Rush lost all his energy, or he could risk his arms being crushed under the great strength of his opponent. And neither seemed pleasant.

A hoof nearly hit his nose, but luckily he dodged it just in time. but this was shortlived as he felt the other fronthoof crash on his nose. Pain coursed to everwhere in his face. He felt on his back, luckily catching himself before he hit his head on the ground. "You think it was funny to hit me in my side!? Huh!?" the stallion yelled at him, while stepping closer and closer.

"Look, I didn't want to do this anywa-", but before he could finish, he felt a hoof landing in his belly. "SHUT IT! YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!" Rush yelled straight in his face. Batter's eyes looked at him with suprise, but then became the same emotionless eyes he had used for so long. The stallion held him down now, keep giving him haymakers to the face. Blocking didn't work this time, as each hit was more and more powerful than the last. Batter looked around him, everything seeming to go in slow motion. All the ponies were yelling at Rush to finish him of, or how big of a wimp he was. He got a glimp of the drill sergeant, looking at him in disgust: Why are you here?

Suddenly he felt more hooves slapping him across the face. All went black, and all that could've been heard was: LET'S GO!

Batter's eyes became huge again, and then turned into a firey red colour. He grabbed the head of Rush and gave it a headbutt. Even though Rush was a unicorn, and the horn did hit his forehead, he didn't care, he didn't care one bit. Another painful yell came from the stallion, but it was cut of when another headbutt knocked him off. Batter quickly stood up, his eyes, mind and body filled with anger. Rush quickly stood up as well. "YOU... YOU SON OF A BI-" but now it was his time to shut his mouth, as Batter's front righthoof crashed into his mouth. But it wasn't done just yet, his hindlegs wanted some attention as well. He made a swift roundhouse kick with his left hindleg, right across the cheek of the stallion.

Some of the ponies started to stop yelling, but just stood there, looking how the tide of battle seemed to turn slowly. Batter felt his muscle tighten with each moment he looked at his opponent. Anger and hatred consumed all the emotions flowing, and seemed to push them further away with each passing second.

But Rush wasn't finished just yet. He growled loudly under his pain and became a even bigger threat when he saw a piece of wood laying around. He quickly scooped it up with his teeth and smacked away with it, constantly growling louder and louder. Batter became more angry as well, focusing it all on Rush, not the piece of wood. He kept stepping closer and closer, until the piece of wood coulnd't hit him anymore. Then he let his anger take full control, his eyes widening as wide as they could, his muscles growing to their limit, and finally, his body becoming as hard as a rock.

He grabbed the piece of wood and hurled it to the side. Some ponies took at step back at this sight, they all saw what was about to happen. All ponies went silent. Rush looked in suprise, but before he could react, he got hit with every imaginable punch, kick or slash. Batter lost it, his thoughts, his mind and his control, unleashing it all on the stallion. After many and many punches, kicks and slashes, Rush lay there, blood dripping from his mouth, nose and his fur. "Oooowww..." he stammered under Batter's now sweaty body. Batter panted a little, but at last he looked Rush straight in the eyes. "What was that you said earlier? I was suppose to scream your name? How about you scream my name?" he said with a devilish undertone, looking at the now beaten up stallion, shaking a little. "B-but I don't know your name...".

"Ain't that a shame?".

He wrapped one of Rush's hindlegs and twisted it, so he could hold it in a submission. Rush started to look desperate now. "Please, I promise I will never to this to you again... just please don't-". "Spare me the details, now feel the pain I felt FOR SO BUCKING LONG!" Batter screamed and pulled the hind leg all the way to it's breaking point and beyond. He felt the leg snapping in his hooves, feeling the blood boil as well. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!".

All ponies jumped back at the scream, and many gasped as they heard the leg snap. After a moment of the scream and the cries of Rush, Batter let go of the leg and stood up. He looked at the stallion for a moment, before realising what he had done. "Ooh my dear Celestia, I'm so sorry!" he rushed as quickly as he could trying to sound aspologetic as possible. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Rush kept screaming in pain, trying to crawl away further and further. "YOU MONSTER, YOU BROKE MY HINDLEG! YOU...YOU..." he stammered, but finally able to speak the last sentence: "PATHETIC EXCUSE OF BIRTH!!".

It became quiet. Very quiet. For some it seemed like quite a weak sentence, but it struck Batter Up like lighting. After all, he didn't knew who were his parents. But the feeling became worse when some ponies sounded like they agreed with Rush. He looked around as all of them gave him angry looks, except for the drill sergeant, he looked at him with disinterest. "B-but... he attacked m-".

"DON'T TRY TO SOUND INNOCENT!" one screamed at him. "YEAH, YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID THAT YOU WANTED HIM TO STOP SO NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO BEAT HIM UP, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF LOOKING COOL." another snapped at him. Many joined them with insult after insult. They kept piling up.

The nurses came and picked Rush up, bringing him to the ER they had in the castle. Many of the ponies joined Rush, others walked away, still talking about what happened. Some snapped at Batter one last time and then left.

After it was quiet again, Batter stood there, still dazed of the insults he had. He felt so lonely now, almost to the point he wanted to cry. The drill sergeant walked up to him. "Just ignore those weaklings, private, you showed some true power there." he said, still sounding emotionless like the first times he talked. "Decent job.". "Thanks..." was all he could reply.

He calmly walked to the sleepingquarters, feeling sleepier than ever. "Why did it had to happen today? I... I hurted him so bad..." he whispered to himself. He tried to avoid as much eyecontact as possible, succeeding most of the time. But the times he did look, all he saw were angry and frightened pony eyes. The ones he learned to hate, but now suddenly started to fear.

He finally got to his bed, skipping his dinner completely. He didn't want to eat, all he wanted was to sleep and wake up the next morning, discovering that this was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But at the same time, he knew he had bucked it up, losing himself into his old lifestyle again. Dammit, I did so well the first days, and already on the second day...

He couldn't handle it anymore. He yawned loudly and fell to sleep, hoping it couldn't get any worse.

To be continued.