Bounty knows no bounds

A dash of red sped by, catching the attention of the Target. The Targets head whipped to its side, looking for the source of red.

"HAAA YA!"

Dark Sting shouted in victory as his small black sword came into contact with the dragon's scale, but it quickly became a shriek of terror when it merely bounced harmlessly off the dragon's impenetrable hide. He bit his tongue as the dragon's large purple eyes stared at him. The crimson coloured Breezie stared back, green eyes clashing against purple, and his ears splayed back. His antennae sagged as they stayed in silence for a whole two seconds. Slowly, Dark Sting raised his hoof.

"Ah, crudcakes."

The dragon roared in anger and took a swipe at the small Breezie, missing him by a mere centimetre. The gust of wind that came with it threw Dark Sting off his course, sending him tumbling as he shrieked in panic. Righting himself quickly, He adjusted his course mid air and took a swing at the dragon with his midnight black sword. The point of the sword skimmed off the hard surface, but pinned itself between two green scales.

Hanging on for dear life, his tiny hooves wrapped around the grey handle of the katana-like blade as the dragon arched his back and roared, swinging around in a wide arc and roaring again.

"Dang it, I forgot dragon scales are magic resistant!" He cursed to himself before an idea popped into his head. The dragon stopped, and in that moment of peace, he rammed the blade higher with a powerful push of his insect wings.

The sharp metal went fully under its scale, and sliced into the layer of skin under his hard armour. The dragon froze in his movements, and with a great whomp!, it fell onto the dirt, the snout hitting the dirt and sending a cloud of dust flying everywhere.

Dark Sting landed next to the dragon, panting for breath. Once again, he silently thanked his 'associate' for enchanting his sword with a paralysis spell, instantly making any opponent's body act limp and lifeless. The subject will only be able to move his or her eyes while the spell carries on for another 6 hours.

Well, He thought as he stared at the limb body of the dragon. ... How do I move this body?

He stared at the dragon longer before his tiny hoof came into contact with his face. "Oh, crud cake dang it."

My name is Dark Sting. And this is the story of how I traveled all across Equestria to fight for fame. And this...

Is my story.

(Ow, OW! Okay, okay!)

Well, more of my hilarious, comedy filled, fail induced story with no small amount of laughs.

(There, you happy, Shi Fu? Ow, OW! Okay, I'm sorry! Ow, stop that!)