The Fearless Warrior

|I went deep in the forest. Day and night were normal again, not switching every five minutes. That was a good thing, since I now could count the time I was wandering there and could have a nice night of sleep. The bad part was that I oversleep and woke up with a huge monster trying to devour me. It had bat wings, a lion head and body, a scorpion's tail and a pair of horns. I was running at my top speed, my chest going up and down fast as I breathe. The weight of my equipment making myself tired before I would normally be. The monster was going to catch me sooner or later.
“Enough! I'll not run anymore! If I die, I'll die fighting!” I said out lout turning to face the Manticore. I withdrew my sword and my axe and charged towards the monster. I was a Viking, a warrior and would not get caught running like that.

I jumped on the ground, rolling to escape a sweep of it claws. It missed my head for a few inches. I stood my ground as fast as I could, right in time to see the monster charging into me again. I turned my back to it, showing my shield attached to my back. The claws hit the edge of my shield and I spun in place, deflecting the hit and delivering a whirlwind attack. Two cuts on the side of the manticore's body. Luckily I had recently sharpened both my weapons.

The blood started to pour from the monster's body and it looked furious. The manticore charged at me again and I turned to show my shield to it, but the damn beast was smart and did not fall for it again. The monster stopped before passing through me and sweeps his claws at my side, sending me flying to a tree. I hit it hard. My side hurt like hell, I must have some broken ribs. The monster did not flinch; it came straight to me and gave me another sweep with its claws. I felt the sharp claws bending the metal plates attached to my hard leather armor. The air left my lungs with violence and I flew again.

I hit the ground. My vision started to blur. That was it, I was dead. My chest was burning with pain and I felt a chill down my spine. Fear took control of my heart as the manticore started to come slowly, to deliver the final blow. Suddenly I did not feel any pain. On the contrary, I felt my body filled with a gush of energy and my chest started to burn with pure rage and will to live. I stood up fast. My equipment did not weight anymore. The entire world was moving in slow motion and I could see every movement of the manticore that charged at me when saw me standing. I charged at it too, howling like a wild beast, running as fast as I could. The next images were a mess of claws, slashes, hits, cuts, blood and screams. The monster tore my armor and cut deep into my flesh, but I felt nothing. I keep striking it as hard and fast as I could.

Soon I was covered in blood, mine blood and the monster's blood. It started to try and run away but now I was chasing it. I was not letting it escape. My arm raised my axe high. I took aim and threw. The weapon spun into the air and landed head first on the maticore's back, burring itself on it. The manticore roared in pain and fell. I approached and finally delivered the last hit, ending it life. But I needed more. More blood, more fight, more kill. I started to wander in a random direction and the time did not existed for me. I heard something coming towards me and started to walk on that direction.

My head were filled with rage again when I saw that unnatural sight. Six horses with big eyes. Their bodies and manes were vivid with happy colors; I needed to taint them red. A wild growl came out of my throat and I raised both my weapons. They were not going to escape!

My legs started to move, leading my body into a wild charge. From the group, the cyan pegasus charged against me, flapping her small wings frenetically as she screamed against my roar. “NO YOU ARE NOT!” She screamed at me hitting her forehoofs in my chest, sending me flying to the ground. She smirked victorious, but I stood up as if nothing had happened. She frown her eyebrows and charged at me again. But this time she missed as I stepped aside and hit her back and wings with the back of my axe, sending the cyan pegasus to the ground. She cried in pain and her eyes started to pour tears. My sword rose above my head and I swung it down to finish her.

The other five ponies that were watching screamed for her wounded friend about to be killed. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, embracing for the strike. But the final strike never came. A light glow warped my whole body and I could not move at all, no matter how much as struggled. It was hard to breath. That rage cloud started to lift from my mind and with that, an unbearable pain came to me.

I felt all the strength leaving my body and I fell into my knees when the glow disappeared. My ribs were all broken. I had deep cuts in my legs, arms and chest. My mouth tasted like blood. I looked in the direction of the five ponies and saw a sixth. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. A tall horse, with pure white fur. Her mane and tail were from light colors and moved in an ethereal way. She had a sharp horn coming from her forehead and a pair of gracious wings from her back. The same eyes full of intelligence and wisdom, piercing my own eyes in anger. I looked back at the ground, watching that cyan pegasus squirm in pain, crying in fear.

My chest ached in pain, not only the physical but something more deep. I felt the air leaving my lungs and fell on the ground. Cold and darkness embracing my mind and I did not fight it. I thank for the peaceful of what o though, was death. But I had yet to learn that one does not simply die after the crime of hurting an innocent pony, especially one special as the cyan pegasus.