Unthinkable triumph

After about an hour and a half Fontaine stops in a small clearing to rest.

"Jesus fucking Christ how big is this fucking forest? Does this world not have a single fucking lumberjack?" He grumbles before attempting to sit down but ultimately failing and falling over on his side.

"FUCK!" The frustrated man-stallion yells, struggling back to his hooves.

Fontaine begins to walk again but stops at the sound of a soft thump.

"You really think You can get the drop on me?"He loudly asks the noise without turning around, "Because if that's the case, you might want to think again because I'm not in the mood for a extra helping of bullshit."

  Whatever made the noise produces a sound like the roar of a lion, and speeds toward Fontaine.

He turns around and greets the creature with a look of true surprise on his face, and backsteps as the monster's tail (which evidently was a snake) strikes at him with fangs bared..

    Fontaine looks the thing up and down, and remembers the name of such a silly creature. "A fuckin manticore? The fuck, really?" He asks, stifling a genuine laugh.

The beast stops it's attack for a second and blinks in confusion at the now laughing stallion, and then resumes in complete rage.

   Still laughing, he slowly walks towards the manticore as it sped towards him "Excuse me? Fontaine demands as he steps to the left and rises to his hind legs to stand like he did before he was pony.

The manticore notices the his prey's new position and turns to charge at him, but is prevented from doing so by a unnaturally heavy blow to the head dealt by Fontaine.

    The angry stallion continues to deliver blow after blow to the shocked animal's face until it stops recoiling and slowly sinks to its knees weakly, exhaling shallow and shuddery breaths of blood scented air from its broken nose and near-toothless jaw.

"What is this? Fuckin amateur hour?" The annoyed stallion jests as he drops back to all fours and walks past the motionless beast.

Once more he is stopped in his tracks by a soft noise, this time produced by a yellow pony Pegasus with a pink mane and tail.

    "Oh, you poor thing!" The feminine voice exclaims in shock and worry, "Who's responsible for this?" She asks the brutalized manticore, looking around.

Fontaine steps forward and startles the Pegasus with the answer to her question.

"Hello." He starts, "I'm the horse that just punched that motherfucking manticore in its fugly ass mouth."