Chapters Applejack vs. Rainbow Dash
Pony vs. Pony: Rainbow Dash Versus Applejack
"What. The. Buck. Did you just say to me?" Rainbow growled, her voice low and her eyes dark.
The End
Author's Note: Wow, that took on a whole lot darker tone than I though it would. I honestly though I would be able to stick to the script I'd come up with. I believed that I could keep it as a straight up fight, but that pre-fight simply evolved on its own. Afte that, the story literally took on its own life and grew all on its own. It's not what I expected, but I'll stand by it. This is mine, no matter how you look at it. I'll use this as my case in point when I say that you shouldn't make sacrifices for the reader. Don't censor yourself for the weak stomached ones. This is my real message to you guys.
P.S. believe it or not, this is my first venture into melee combat, or at least with weapons, and my second otherwise. I really hope that the battle and the descriptions were as awesome as they were in my head, and I hope yu enjoyed the weapons just as much as I did, what with my probable fetish for any variety of weapons. But there is something admittedly different about hand to hand. It has a flow and poetry to it that I simply find difficult to do with bows and guns or magic. It is a very intimate variety of combat that can be easily filled with emotion and suspense, or at least that's what I feel while writing.
Intermission: Dawn vs. Ghouls
Fury.
Rarity vs. Pinkie Pie
Rarity was busying herself cleaning and polishing her valuables. There was the stainless steel tea kettle, her favorite for the pattern of sparkling jewels inlaid into it's handle, leading up to the spout. There was the tea set, priceless, and one of her most prized possessions.
Pinkie was in trouble. She was fending off her friend's attacks well enough, but the force that possessed her did not tire. She would. This hand to end soon, and she knew it. She put a plan into action that would hopefully end it quickly and painlessly.
Rarity could feel the exhaustion. The fire in her limbs, and the heat of the sweat on her brow. If it were her, she would have dropped from exhaustion right then and there.
Pinkie sidestepped yet another slash of the blades, blocking it with the pole of the glaive, the tough wood hardly scratched by the blade. Now was the time to act, or she may not get another chance to save her friend.
Rarity struck, and Pinkie jumped away, ducking behind a tree. Not wanting to let her escape again, her body quickly peeked behind the tree, blades at the ready, not giving her the shortest moment to escape... But she was gone.
Pinkie ducked behind the tree, and began her plan. Darkness folded in around her, and she disappeared into the shadows.
Momentarily confused, Rarity saw that her friend was gone once more. But how could that be? Her body had not allowed even the best climber time enough to scale another tree.
Pinkie started her swing. She put all of her speed and power into that one stroke, before noticing her fatal mistake: her friends head was turned just enough to see the irises of her blue eyes. She had been seen.
In a rasping voice, as though it were a strain to speak, Rarity whispered.It's almost morning.[i]' said a voice in her mind. ' you have a business to run.[i]' Accepting her fate, Rarity made her way to her boutique, mourning the loss of her friend. She would need to sleep. There was going to be a lot to do tomorrow.
Start suggesting ponies now! As usual, I'll inform you of my choice as soon as one clicks for me.
