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          Diamond Tiara Gets Punched In The Face           
                   -by NewKerbalEmpire-                    
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      A Changeling punches Diamond Tiara in the face       
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A Changeling punches Diamond Tiara in the face
Diamond Tiara got punched in the face.
"Wh-what?!? How dare y-" she said in surprise shortly before being interrupted by another punch to the face.
This time the black hoof connected to her right cheekbone, knocking out a tooth. It wasn't a very glamorous punch, but it was still reminiscent of the kind seen in slow-motion during movies that knocks a tooth or at least some saliva out of the victim's mouth. Diamond Tiara pondered this in a moment of delirious musing, but was once again rudely interrupted, this time by a left hook that connected with her temple.
Diamond Tiara was very confused about this. Today was the last day she would have expected to get punched in the face on, especially in a location such as this. Normally, she would at least have brought Silver Spoon along with her to use as a shield, as she had always known that her utensil-branded friend was a very slow runner. That was one of the biggest reasons why Diamond Tiara even had her as a friend. Diamond Tiara tried to remember why she didn't bring her unofficial meat-shield, but was, yet again, interrupted by a punch to the face.
This time it was a straight thrust from the attacker, the hoof making a beeline straight for it's gushy pink target. It hit it's target dead center and made a connection directly on Diamond Taira's little snout. She heard something snap, and for a moment she thought the impact had actually caused her snout to cave in, but to her surprise it was merely bleeding.
Diamond Tiara made a significant effort to remember how she ended up being punched in the face, but she was unable to until after about two more minutes of kinetic cognitive recalibration. She had gotten out of bed, opened the door to the outside of her bedroom, then she skipped on down the stairs to go get some breakfast. Or did she trot down the stairs to go get breakfast? Daimond Tiara sighed under her breath. Trying to remember these things while being repeatedly punched in the face took quite a lot of effort. She ought to get a medal or a trophy or something for this kind of work.