Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrumby darkstone57ChaptersRebel 1Rebel 2Rebel 3Rebel 1Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrum By Darkstone57 Rebel 1 The hour was late on this Saturday evening. The moon could be barely seen through the clouds covering the night sky but the street lights below would allow all those who wished to journey on this mild night a knowing of their surroundings. Such was the case for Sunset Shimmer and her friend Twilight Sparkle. The two friends had become good mates over the last few weeks following the Friendship Games. Twilight and Sunset both shared their knowledge of the scientific whilst also bonding over the smaller things with the rest of their friends. As the two wandered through the lit path through the park, Sunset with her biker jacket zipped up and Twilight wearing a purple jacket over her attire to help keep the cold off their arms, the two chuckled over their recent pastimes with the group, commenting on how their friend Rainbow Dash would try her best to make herself look like the next biggest rock star and how ridiculous she would sometimes look to them but held admiration for her skill nonetheless. Unbeknown to the two friends however, not far behind them, a group of four that were clad in black attire from head to foot, complete ski masks over their head, were stalking them with persistence ever since they saw the two left the after school club a few roads back. They all froze for a moment before gaining ground. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I hope you enjoy yourself, Ragna.” The sweet child feminine voice spoke through his mind, stirring the young man awake. The young man opened his eyes with a groan, his green irises trying to adjust to the sight of the moon peering through the clouds. With a strained moan, he sat up on the grass he was on and placed a hand on his head trying to cushion the pain he felt, “Damn it...” His voice was smooth and deep, “What the hell happened?” He looked around and couldn’t tell where he could be until he saw a lamppost light shining downward a few clicks from his spot. He decided to head toward it but as he tried to stand, his legs began to wobble and fell onto one knee, “What is going on?” The young man said through a weakened voice as he took another attempt at standing, more slowly this time. With himself upright once more, the young man tried to get his bearings as he took nice, slow, easy steps toward the light. Once he was, he felt better and when he stood in the centre of it he stopped and decided to look himself over for anything wrong. The young man had natural beige skin, spiky platinum hair and a pair of emerald green eyes. He wore a vibrant red sleeved jacket that had silver padded parts on the outer rims of the sleeves as well as the top of them before they met the shoulders and the jacket had black pinstripe lines down the sides of the centre. He had a pair of fingerless leather black gloves on, both of which a unique white emblem that the young man couldn’t make heads or tails of. Underneath the jacket, he had a pitch black button shirt that was done up to the top, the ends hanging over his black jeans that were held up by a black studded belt and he wore a pair of silver trainers that red streaks round the outline of them. When he finished examining his being, he only had one question; “Who... am I?” For a moment, he remembered the voice that spoke to him before got up, “Ragna... is that my name?” Before he could ask aloud the question of where he was, his thoughts were cut off by the sound a feminine scream coming from behind that filled him with, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, rage. Shaking off the initial anger, Ragna bolted in the direction of the scream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Shut it, you little brat!” A large man threatened, with a gravelly voice, Twilight as he held a powerful grip around Twilight’s waist and drew out a large knife in front of her for her to see, “Or, do you want me to gut you now?” Twilight froze at the sight of the knife in front of her. Sunset protested defiantly though muffled as her mouth was covered by the hand of a second large man. Both of their men sizes were a foot larger than the girls. The one who had Sunset held her hands behind her back with vigour as he chuckled with a grating voice, “This one’s feisty, I love me a squirmy one before I have my way.” He said with a sickening chuckle as the girls froze in fear for a moment as they realised what he meant. As Sunset began to thrash about more in the man’s grasp, she felt a powerful shot to her stomach as an elbow was driven in, making her falter. The two other men, both equally large as the ones holding the girls, were chuckling with an equally grating voice. One had a long rope in his hands and the other had a camera phone ready with a torch light on, shining at the captors. “This is going to be so much fun.” The man with the rope said with a dark chuckle. “Rex’s right.” The man with the phone said with a giddy smile, “Hey, Drake,” The one holding Sunset looked at him, “How much longer do we have to wait before we get started?” “Shut it, Tyrell!” Drake barked as he tightened his grip on Sunset, “You know me and Steel always get first pickings.” Drake looked at Steel who held the knife closer to Twilight whose lip began to quiver. “HEY!” The group turned to look at the one who called at them to see a Ragna glaring at them with fury. “What do you want, pretty boy?” Tyrell taunted as he put his phone in his pocket. “Let. Them. Go.” Ragna snarled at the group, who replied with a mocking laugh. “What’s this now? You ain’t got nothing better to do than play hero, you little emo?” Tyrell mocked as he got closer to Ragna, who clenched his fists. “You heard me, shit-head!” Ragna spat as he bore his teeth. Tyrell merely raised an eye brow as he loomed over Ragna with a spiteful look. “How about I fold you up so I can fit you in a tin can, eh?!” Tyrell roared as he threw a strong straight right aimed at Ragna’s head. Not only did Ragna effortlessly dodge it, at the last second, he drilled a left into the Tyrell’s gut that was so strong it made him gasp for air. Before Tyrell could even recover, his vision went upward as Ragna delivered a bone crunching uppercut to his jaw. Ragna then sent him twirling back with a jumping roundhouse to the side of Tyrell’s head. As Ragna landed perfectly on the ground, Tyrell stopped before his allies as he fell to one knee gasping for air, Ragna looked at his hands for a moment. He was genuinely surprised at how natural that felt but he shook it off as he saw Tyrell looking at his left palm incredulously after he wiped the blood coming out of his mouth before roaring, “YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Ragna, filled with determination, readied himself for a fight and defiantly shouted, “Bring it!” To Be Continued... Author's Note A New Wheel of Fate has begun to turn. I know this short for a first chapter. But, my schedule is pretty erratic, so I want to give you people something rather than nothing. No promises on updates. Side note, I've been wanting to do a Blazblue story featuring Ragna for ages. So, I am pleased to get this one rolling. Honest opinions and constructive criticism are always appreciated. Take care. Rebel 2Author's Note I know it's another short chapter but I hope it's still good to keep you guys interested. Honest opinions and Constructive Criticism are greatly appreciated. With that said, The Wheel of Fate is Turning! Rebel 2! Action! Rebel 2 Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrum By Darkstone57 Rebel 2 Tyrell roared with anger at Ragna as he charged wildly toward him. Tyrell threw a wide left hook, aiming for Ragna’s skull. The attack was swiftly dodged but Tyrell tried to keep up the pressure by going at Ragna’s chest with a straight right. Ragna blocked the blow with his forearms but grunted slightly at the impact, the force of the blow pushed him back slightly. Tyrell smirked confidently but soon felt himself falling forward as Ragna shifted himself to his right with a turn and before Tyrell could get his balance he felt pain coursing through his skull as his vision was blinded by Ragna’s right elbow that was quickly planted into Tyrell’s face. As Tyrell unconsciously retreated a couple of steps, covering his injured face with his right hand, groaning in pain, Ragna immediately closed the distance and struck the large man, firstly with a battle cry, in his exposed left cheek with strong right hook that was followed up instantly with a upward left hook connecting with Tyrell’s chest with a loud smack. With an angered howl Tyrell took a couple more steps back as he, once more, tried to gain his bearings after the blows he took. Removing his hand from his face, he attempted to use his large arms to grab his opponent so he could squeeze the life out of them. But, before he could even get the chance, Ragna grabbed the sides of his face and forcefully yanked them toward his left knee that was met with so much force on impact it sent Tyrell backward. Without letting up, Ragna jumped in the air and slammed his right arm into Tyrell’s neck. With a mighty roar, Ragna sent the larger man falling back with scary ferocity and the two crashed into the park pavement with Tyrell taking the full force of it. The power of the blow was enough to knock Tyrell unconscious. As Ragna stood tall next to the defeated thug he sneered down at him and spat venomously, “Pathetic.” Shifting his baleful gaze toward the other three, the street light he was under allowed him to see that they had just finished tying up the girls to the bark of the tree with the rope and applied duck tape to their mouths as well. Taking a defensive stance the three men slowly began to move toward Ragna, each one moving in a different direction around him. “What’s the matter?” Ragna asked rhetorically as he took a defensive stance, with his left foot forward and his fists ready for the next round, he goaded them with an index finger to come to him asking, “Scared?” “Don’t count yourself lucky, you little bitch!” Steel, the one in front of him snarled, tightly gripping his knife in his left. “Yeah,” Drake called out from Ragna’s right, “You ain’t walking away from this one in one piece!” “We’re gonna break your ass, punk!” Rex roared from the left as he cracked his knuckles. “Then quit your bitching and let’s go!” Ragna spat back as he hastily charged at Rex who had his guard down. Ragna leapt into the air to Rex’s eye level and threw a left roundhouse kick to the side of his head, only for it to be blocked. Before Rex could grab the leg, he didn’t have a chance to react to Ragna’s right leg being driven into his skull, forcing Rex to falter back onto the grass with a painful groan. Like a cat, Ragna landed on all fours and could see Steel charging toward him with the knife raised, with a fuming battle cry. Steel, with a vigorous slash, aimed at the knife for Ragna’s head but ended up stumbling as he missed wildly as Ragna sidestepped out of the way. With a moment to spare, he tripped Steel up with a strong leg sweep that sent him careening to the ground, his face crashing into the concrete floor with a resounding smash. ‘This feels too easy,’ Ragna thought for a moment as he saw Drake standing ready on the defensive, ‘Why does it feel so natural to fight like this? Doesn’t matter right now,’ Ragna dismissed the thoughts as he began to charge toward Drake who held his stance, “You’re not gonna have your way, you bastards!” As Ragna threw vicious lefts and rights at Drake, each one being blocked after the other, pushing him back more and more, Sunset and Twilight watched on with unease but admiration for Ragna who kept fighting on without a second thought. They held their breath as they saw Drake catch Ragna’s punches and spread his arms apart, leaving him wide open. Drake looked ahead for a split second before ploughing his boot into Ragna’s chest sending him back. Ragna exclaimed in pain as he was forced back by the blow and found himself scooped up, under the arms, by Rex and was held tight, “Damn it...” Ragna groaned as he was lifted off his feet. Rex chuckled as he held up Ragna with arms firmly locked around Ragna’s, despite his efforts to escape, Rex began to tighten the lock as Drake cracked his knuckles with a sadistic grin, “Time to break this pretty boy in two.” With his words, Drake began unload a flurry of punches on the suspended Ragna. Each one smashing into his chest and body and each one made Ragna yelp and howl in pain to the point where he lost his breath but despite this onslaught he held a defiant stare and bared his fangs with anger at Drake. Sunset and Twilight both winced with each shot that Ragna took, wishing they didn’t hear his cries of pain, feeling guilty that he was willingly taking this pain in their stead but they both held firm, each of them mentally wishing him on, ‘Come on, man, fight back, please.’ ‘Guess that’s what I deserve for thinking this would be easy...’ Ragna thought trying to keep it together after receiving such a beating. “What’s wrong, punk? No more smart mouth?” Drake asked, sneering at him with a victorious smile. “Hey, Drake,” Rex interjected, getting Drake’s attention, “Smash this brat’s face in, would ya? I wanna see him bleed like he did to Tyrell!” “Yeah,” Drake grinned maliciously as he grabbed Ragna by the sides of his face and bring his to Drake’s own, “This is for Tyrell, you little shit.” Drake declared with venom as reared his head back. Ragna clenched his fists, bracing for impact. ‘Remember, Ragna,’ an elderly gravelly voice spoke through Ragna’s mind, suprising him as Drake readied himself to strike, ‘Sometimes, you gotta use your opponent’s strength against them to get the upper hand in a fight.’ With great force Drake began to bring his head down at Ragna and just before it hit, Ragna used his arms and to grab onto Rex’s shoulders and using his legs, Ragna pushed his body weight down to bring himself down as well as Rex. As Rex was suddenly brought forward, he found his face colliding with Drakes. The impact sent the pair of them reeling back and Ragna was free from their clutches. “It’s my turn now!” Ragna declared as he charged at Drake, who was still trying to recover from the blow. Ragna started to unload with furious roundhouse kicks, one after the other, each one striking several points on Drake’s body, high and low, making him stagger back more until he fell on his rear and his resting against the lamp-post. Gasping for air after taking six roundhouse kicks, “This’ll sting!” Was all he heard Ragna say before he felt Ragna’s feet drilling into his face and smashing his skull into the lamp-post with thunderous metallic bang! Ragna rolled to one side after the dropkick as Drake dropped his head, defeated. Catching his breath, Ragna got to his feet, struggling to find his balance as he saw Steel, bleeding from the nose, sharply tore off his ski mask and slammed it on the ground. His eyes the size of pinpricks as he saw red, squeezing the grip he had on the knife as he bellowed, “I’M GONNA RIP YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!” Once more, Ragna readied himself and defiantly replied, “Bring it on, you idiots!” To Be Continued... Rebel 3Author's Note Whoo, boy. Finally glad to get this one out. Hope it makes up for the time away and gives you people what you were hoping for. Feel free to tell me what you think. I appreciate all honest opinions and constructive criticism thrown my way. Now then, without further ado; The Wheel of Fate is Turning! Rebel 3! Action! Rebel 3 Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrum By Darkstone57 Rebel 3 There always come in a time in a person’s life where they feel to angered to deal with a situation rationally; for Steel, a grown man whom not has had his ‘fun’ ruined by a little brat but to see two of his buddies be turned inside out by the same puny kid, this was indeed one of those moments. Though he was bald, his entire head was popping with veins that were ready to burst. His nostrils flared like an angry bull ready to charge at the red flag and in this case it would be red jacket that belonged to Ragna. Squeezing vehemently on the knife in his right, he and Ragna were staring each other off for what felt like an eternity but in reality – was only for a few seconds. The tipping point came when Ragna let out a confident snort directed at Steel to which Steel, with his teeth grinding in anger, took the first charge at Ragna as he swung the knife wildly with a heavy swing, that was aimed to sever his targets neck from his shoulders, which Ragna dodged with ease by simply stepping back a bit. Taking advantage of his heavy momentum, Ragna grabbed Steels large arm with a quick deep breath; Ragna turned his body and pulled Steels heavy frame with both as he chucked the raging man over his shoulder. Steel was shocked to be thrown so easily and tried to stop his third roll across the park’s lawn. He came to grinding halt as he slammed his hands into the dirt. Humiliated, Steel looked over his left shoulder, knife still in his grip to glare at his opponent only to find Ragna already charging toward him. Not giving Steel the chance to recover, Ragna leaped into the air toward him and aimed a foot to connect with the back of Steels head. Only to find Steel had dodged to the side at the last second so the foot only felt the grass. Ragna went from landing on foot and then onto the other, quickly trying to regain his balance, he turned his head to see where Steel was but only caught a glimpse of him as he saw Steel take another attempt at slicing Ragna with the knife. “Shit!” Ragna cursed in pain as he felt the blade of the knife cut his left cheek. He winced at the feeling on his face only to be suddenly seeing his vision getting a close up of the grass as Steel drove a forceful right into the back of Ragna’s head, driving it into the grass. Sunset and Twilight winced in shock for Ragna as they watched him taking such a heavy blow. Sunset felt Twilight’s fingers touching the tip of Sunset’s and Sunset accommodated her by giving her a comforting but firm grip as she took Twilight’s hand into her own. Feeling confident in his assault, Steel brought himself to the legs of Ragna and, after placing the knife in a safer hold on his personage, he clutched the shins of Ragna with both hands. Then, with a powerful right stomp and mighty roar he swung Ragna from the grass and sent him careening toward the lamp post which resounded with a loud clang as Ragna’s back felt the impact of the steel. Ragna gasped for air and fell to the grass on all fours, blood dripping from his features as he tried to get back up. His ears alerted him to the sound his enemy charging toward him with furious stomps and a war cry. Ragna’s instincts all screamed at him to dodge and he did with a quick backwards roll and heard nothing but a howl of anguish. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Steel barked at Ragna as the latter looked up from the roll to see Steel has dropped the knife and was clutching his left foot, trying to soften the pain. Ragna quickly looked to the lamp post to see a large dent in the bottom. Steel looked at Ragna with fury, “I’LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS!” “I don’t think so, asshole!” Ragna snarled in reply as he began to dash toward him, “You’re the one that’s gonna eat it!” Without a miss in his step Ragna swooped up the knife and held in his left, with a reverse grip, and began his assault on Steel by delivering a straight right to the side of Steels face and then followed it up with a right elbow into the back of Steel’s bald head. Steel tried to recover from the blow by getting up but Ragna kept up the pressure with a couple more rights to the gut of the larger man. Ragna attempted to follow up with a right round house kick, aimed at Steels leg, but Steel blocked it with his left forearm. Getting fed up of Ragna’s antics Steel launched himself toward Ragna with a large clothesline with full intent on turning the tide in his favour. However, Ragna saw it coming and adeptly dodged the attack and countered by grabbing Steel’s left fist in his right hand forcing him to fall forward. Steels body fell toward the grass once more but his left arm was held up by Ragna’s hands as he loomed over his back, pulling Steels arm up against its bone joint. “Damn it!” Steel howled in pain as he turned his head to see Ragna, both of them sharing hateful glares toward one another. But, that didn’t last long as Ragna rose a right foot over Steel’s head snarling, “Feast on this!” as he drove his foot, mercilessly into the side of his opponents skull, once, then twice and a third just for good measure. Steel’s arm went limp as he was knocked out cold. Ragna released the large arm from his grip and cast his gaze toward to the other two unconscious men, ‘Three down, one to go.’ Ragna looked around for the fourth, ‘Where is that bas...’ His thoughts were cut off at a site that made his blood boil with a new born fire. Sunset and Twilight tried their best to hold their nerve as they both saw Rex slowly approaching them with a hungry look in his eyes and sickening grin. As he loomed over them his breaths became more hoarse and heavy. He began to reach down for the pair of them only to see a hand quickly block his vision and, before he knew it, he felt himself fall back faster than he could register it. The next thing he felt was a striking shot to the back of his head which sent a shock of pain through his body, a muffled cry escaped his lips. When Rex regained his vision the first thing he saw was the tip of Steel’s knife a mere inch from his right eye, if the sight of which scared him, yes, but what scared him more was when he followed the length of the knife to the hilt, he traced the arm of the holder to the shoulder and then made contact with the intense emerald eyes of Ragna himself. Ragna stared furiously at Rex, holding him down with an intense grip, only allowing him to look at Ragna with the one eye. Ragna had his left knee planted in Rex’s chest and his right foot holding down Rex’s right arm by the forearm. Ragna brought himself closer to Rex’s face, his voice was low and laced with rage as he warned him; “Be an idiot and this knife might find a permanent place in your skull, got it?” Rex let out a weak whimper. “Good,” Ragna replied, “This is what’s gonna happen now; you are gonna take your sorry ass and carry your idiots away from here and run as far as you can from here and if I ever see or hear any of you again, then I will find all four of you and leave you in a filthy ditch! Do I make myself clear!?!” Ragna snarled at him to which Rex replied with a frantic nod. Before Ragna released him, he made sure to drill his left knee into Rex’s chest. He stepped off of him and watched him scurry to his feet by the time he did, he found that Tyrell had got to his feet and was shocked to see the others out cold. Rex had told to Tyrell what had happened and didn’t know what to think but decided to help his friends get out of dodge. Rex tended to Drake and Tyrell went over to Steel. As Ragna watched them weasel away with their friends, he began to his their attention to the girls. The pair of them were relieved that it was over but were still trying to overcome the reality of what had happened. Ragna took a step toward them but, “Hey, punk!” was stopped short as the sound of Tyrell’s voice called to him. “You got lucky!” Tyrell called out with confidence as he warned Ragna, “Next time, you won’t be so lucky!” Tyrell hoisted Steel, still out cold, onto his right shoulder and placed a firm left hand on the grass, ready to stand up to leave but soon found the knife that belonged to his buddy planted in the grass between his fingers, missing his middle by a hair. The sight of it made Tyrell jump to his feet frantically as he couldn’t keep a cry of fear inside yelling, “Holy shit!” He looked to Ragna who was methodically walking towards him; each step became harder as Ragna kept his baleful gaze on Tyrell. Tyrell took a step back, a chill running down his spine as Ragna was getting closer to the knife but came to a stop just short of it, all the while not taking his eyes off of Tyrell. Rex was fair bit away from them but saw what happened as clear as day. Tyrell couldn’t bring himself to flee whilst Ragna kept him there in under his stare. The seconds seemed to last forever as neither of them moved but as soon as Ragna faked a charge toward Tyrell, the larger man took off faster than his legs could take him. As soon as they were gone, Ragna pulled the knife out of the dirt and turned to the tied up girls who looked just as shocked as before but as soon as they saw Ragna they were relieved now, more than before, that it was over. Ragna went over to the right side, where Sunset was, and began to use the knife to cut up the ropes. All the while, Sunset looked at Ragna with wonder and could think only one thing, ‘Who are you?’ Sunset and Twilight felt a rush of relief wash over them as they felt the tight ropes off them and watched it be thrown to one side. The two saw their saviour extend a pair of hands to each of them who, despite who was roaring and raging moments ago, gave the two of them a gentle smile. Twilight was apprehensive at first but when she saw Sunset taking Ragna’s right, Twilight reached for Ragna’s left and when they both were in his hold, he gave them a gentle heave to their feet. When they got up, the two of them tried to say their thanks but remembered that their mouths were sealed under the duck tape and felt silly for it. Twilight began to reach for hers only to see Ragna reach for it, she pulled back for a moment but felt bad as soon her eyes came to see Ragna’s concerned face. “Do you mind?” Ragna asked calmly, as he looked between the two of them, waiting for their response. It took a few moments for the tension to pass before Sunset shook her head. Seeing her friend place her trust in the person that saved them, Twilight accepted his offer as well. “Sorry about this.” Ragna stated before he took the ends of the duck tape on the further sides of their faces between his indexes and thumbs before asking the pair of them, “Ready?” The two of them braced for it with closed eyes and clenched fists as Ragna began to slowly pull the duck tape of their faces. Once the tape reached was almost off, he gave a fierce pull as the tape flew off their faces. Sunset and Twilight groaned for a moment, cushioning their faces where the tape was until the pain wore off. Ragna shook the tape off as it dropped to the floor and asked, “You two alright?” Sunset spoke after another groan from the tape, “Yes,” Sunset began with a smile, “Thank you, so much.” “Don’t mention it-“ Ragna was cut off, wincing, as he found Twilight launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He froze at the sudden gesture and was unsure what to do until, after a few seconds, Twilight pulled away with a blush on her face, realising what she did but still had a tear in her eye. “Thank you so much, sir.” Twilight said with a bow, feeling indebted and relieved that someone had come to save them from what could have been the worst night of their lives. “Hey, really, it’s no big deal.” Ragna replied, scratching the back of his head. “No big deal?!” Sunset and Twilight asked in unison, flabbergasted. Ragna took a step at the outburst as the pair of them looked at him with surprise. “You took on four large meatheads all by yourself and managed to scare them off too!” Sunset said happily, “You saved the both of us and when we both thought we were screwed!” “The fact you went through that whole ordeal so valiantly and came out the victor is worth the praise you deserve!” Twilight chimed in with a smile. “Well, I-“ Ragna was about to reply but suddenly felt weak in the knees for a moment, he began to fall forward but caught himself with a right foot in the grass and was brought down to one knee. The pain of the battle he went through was beginning to come through. Sunset and Twilight both came over to him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders as he took in a few breaths. “You alright, hotshot?” Sunset asked with concern. “Yeah...” Ragna replied after taking another breath, “Guess those assholes really did a number on me, huh?” He winced as he began to stand up, Twilight and Sunset both held his arms as they helped him up. “Can you walk?” Twlight asked. “Not sure,” Ragna admitted, “Feel like I might keel over any second.” “Listen,” Sunset began, “My place isn’t far from here. Let’s get you cleaned up and take a look at those wounds, alright?” “Sounds like a plan.” Ragna agreed with a smile. Sunset and Twilight both made sure they had an arm of Ragna’s over their shoulders and a hand round his back. “You got everything?” Sunset asked Twilight who made a quick check on with her spare hand before nodding to her. “Alright, you ready?” Sunset asked Ragna who looked at her with a somewhat content but pained face. “Yeah,” Ragna answered before adding, “I’m Ragna.” “Sunset Shimmer.” She stated with a smile. He turned to her friend who replied with a smile of her own, “Twilight Sparkle.” “Right, ladies, shall we get going?” Ragna tried to sound confident but ending up sounded more pained as he finished his question with a wince. “You take it easy, Ragna, we’ve got you.” Sunset chided him as the trio began to walk toward the park the path and headed to the west. When the trio were a fair distance away from the tree that held the girls against their will, a fifth figure clad in black, hidden in shadow, held the knife, that Ragna used to free the girls in its hands, gave it a look over for a few moments, holding it against the pale moonlight as the blood, covered in dirt, remained on the end of the blade. The figure looked at Ragna for a few moments before a smile slowly grew on its face, forming a toothy grin. The figure looked in the direction the men skulked off too and then sunk back into the darkness of the trees, still wearing that entertained smile... To Be Continued...
Rebel 1Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrum By Darkstone57 Rebel 1 The hour was late on this Saturday evening. The moon could be barely seen through the clouds covering the night sky but the street lights below would allow all those who wished to journey on this mild night a knowing of their surroundings. Such was the case for Sunset Shimmer and her friend Twilight Sparkle. The two friends had become good mates over the last few weeks following the Friendship Games. Twilight and Sunset both shared their knowledge of the scientific whilst also bonding over the smaller things with the rest of their friends. As the two wandered through the lit path through the park, Sunset with her biker jacket zipped up and Twilight wearing a purple jacket over her attire to help keep the cold off their arms, the two chuckled over their recent pastimes with the group, commenting on how their friend Rainbow Dash would try her best to make herself look like the next biggest rock star and how ridiculous she would sometimes look to them but held admiration for her skill nonetheless. Unbeknown to the two friends however, not far behind them, a group of four that were clad in black attire from head to foot, complete ski masks over their head, were stalking them with persistence ever since they saw the two left the after school club a few roads back. They all froze for a moment before gaining ground. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I hope you enjoy yourself, Ragna.” The sweet child feminine voice spoke through his mind, stirring the young man awake. The young man opened his eyes with a groan, his green irises trying to adjust to the sight of the moon peering through the clouds. With a strained moan, he sat up on the grass he was on and placed a hand on his head trying to cushion the pain he felt, “Damn it...” His voice was smooth and deep, “What the hell happened?” He looked around and couldn’t tell where he could be until he saw a lamppost light shining downward a few clicks from his spot. He decided to head toward it but as he tried to stand, his legs began to wobble and fell onto one knee, “What is going on?” The young man said through a weakened voice as he took another attempt at standing, more slowly this time. With himself upright once more, the young man tried to get his bearings as he took nice, slow, easy steps toward the light. Once he was, he felt better and when he stood in the centre of it he stopped and decided to look himself over for anything wrong. The young man had natural beige skin, spiky platinum hair and a pair of emerald green eyes. He wore a vibrant red sleeved jacket that had silver padded parts on the outer rims of the sleeves as well as the top of them before they met the shoulders and the jacket had black pinstripe lines down the sides of the centre. He had a pair of fingerless leather black gloves on, both of which a unique white emblem that the young man couldn’t make heads or tails of. Underneath the jacket, he had a pitch black button shirt that was done up to the top, the ends hanging over his black jeans that were held up by a black studded belt and he wore a pair of silver trainers that red streaks round the outline of them. When he finished examining his being, he only had one question; “Who... am I?” For a moment, he remembered the voice that spoke to him before got up, “Ragna... is that my name?” Before he could ask aloud the question of where he was, his thoughts were cut off by the sound a feminine scream coming from behind that filled him with, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, rage. Shaking off the initial anger, Ragna bolted in the direction of the scream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Shut it, you little brat!” A large man threatened, with a gravelly voice, Twilight as he held a powerful grip around Twilight’s waist and drew out a large knife in front of her for her to see, “Or, do you want me to gut you now?” Twilight froze at the sight of the knife in front of her. Sunset protested defiantly though muffled as her mouth was covered by the hand of a second large man. Both of their men sizes were a foot larger than the girls. The one who had Sunset held her hands behind her back with vigour as he chuckled with a grating voice, “This one’s feisty, I love me a squirmy one before I have my way.” He said with a sickening chuckle as the girls froze in fear for a moment as they realised what he meant. As Sunset began to thrash about more in the man’s grasp, she felt a powerful shot to her stomach as an elbow was driven in, making her falter. The two other men, both equally large as the ones holding the girls, were chuckling with an equally grating voice. One had a long rope in his hands and the other had a camera phone ready with a torch light on, shining at the captors. “This is going to be so much fun.” The man with the rope said with a dark chuckle. “Rex’s right.” The man with the phone said with a giddy smile, “Hey, Drake,” The one holding Sunset looked at him, “How much longer do we have to wait before we get started?” “Shut it, Tyrell!” Drake barked as he tightened his grip on Sunset, “You know me and Steel always get first pickings.” Drake looked at Steel who held the knife closer to Twilight whose lip began to quiver. “HEY!” The group turned to look at the one who called at them to see a Ragna glaring at them with fury. “What do you want, pretty boy?” Tyrell taunted as he put his phone in his pocket. “Let. Them. Go.” Ragna snarled at the group, who replied with a mocking laugh. “What’s this now? You ain’t got nothing better to do than play hero, you little emo?” Tyrell mocked as he got closer to Ragna, who clenched his fists. “You heard me, shit-head!” Ragna spat as he bore his teeth. Tyrell merely raised an eye brow as he loomed over Ragna with a spiteful look. “How about I fold you up so I can fit you in a tin can, eh?!” Tyrell roared as he threw a strong straight right aimed at Ragna’s head. Not only did Ragna effortlessly dodge it, at the last second, he drilled a left into the Tyrell’s gut that was so strong it made him gasp for air. Before Tyrell could even recover, his vision went upward as Ragna delivered a bone crunching uppercut to his jaw. Ragna then sent him twirling back with a jumping roundhouse to the side of Tyrell’s head. As Ragna landed perfectly on the ground, Tyrell stopped before his allies as he fell to one knee gasping for air, Ragna looked at his hands for a moment. He was genuinely surprised at how natural that felt but he shook it off as he saw Tyrell looking at his left palm incredulously after he wiped the blood coming out of his mouth before roaring, “YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Ragna, filled with determination, readied himself for a fight and defiantly shouted, “Bring it!” To Be Continued... Author's Note A New Wheel of Fate has begun to turn. I know this short for a first chapter. But, my schedule is pretty erratic, so I want to give you people something rather than nothing. No promises on updates. Side note, I've been wanting to do a Blazblue story featuring Ragna for ages. So, I am pleased to get this one rolling. Honest opinions and constructive criticism are always appreciated. Take care.
Rebel 2Author's Note I know it's another short chapter but I hope it's still good to keep you guys interested. Honest opinions and Constructive Criticism are greatly appreciated. With that said, The Wheel of Fate is Turning! Rebel 2! Action! Rebel 2 Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrum By Darkstone57 Rebel 2 Tyrell roared with anger at Ragna as he charged wildly toward him. Tyrell threw a wide left hook, aiming for Ragna’s skull. The attack was swiftly dodged but Tyrell tried to keep up the pressure by going at Ragna’s chest with a straight right. Ragna blocked the blow with his forearms but grunted slightly at the impact, the force of the blow pushed him back slightly. Tyrell smirked confidently but soon felt himself falling forward as Ragna shifted himself to his right with a turn and before Tyrell could get his balance he felt pain coursing through his skull as his vision was blinded by Ragna’s right elbow that was quickly planted into Tyrell’s face. As Tyrell unconsciously retreated a couple of steps, covering his injured face with his right hand, groaning in pain, Ragna immediately closed the distance and struck the large man, firstly with a battle cry, in his exposed left cheek with strong right hook that was followed up instantly with a upward left hook connecting with Tyrell’s chest with a loud smack. With an angered howl Tyrell took a couple more steps back as he, once more, tried to gain his bearings after the blows he took. Removing his hand from his face, he attempted to use his large arms to grab his opponent so he could squeeze the life out of them. But, before he could even get the chance, Ragna grabbed the sides of his face and forcefully yanked them toward his left knee that was met with so much force on impact it sent Tyrell backward. Without letting up, Ragna jumped in the air and slammed his right arm into Tyrell’s neck. With a mighty roar, Ragna sent the larger man falling back with scary ferocity and the two crashed into the park pavement with Tyrell taking the full force of it. The power of the blow was enough to knock Tyrell unconscious. As Ragna stood tall next to the defeated thug he sneered down at him and spat venomously, “Pathetic.” Shifting his baleful gaze toward the other three, the street light he was under allowed him to see that they had just finished tying up the girls to the bark of the tree with the rope and applied duck tape to their mouths as well. Taking a defensive stance the three men slowly began to move toward Ragna, each one moving in a different direction around him. “What’s the matter?” Ragna asked rhetorically as he took a defensive stance, with his left foot forward and his fists ready for the next round, he goaded them with an index finger to come to him asking, “Scared?” “Don’t count yourself lucky, you little bitch!” Steel, the one in front of him snarled, tightly gripping his knife in his left. “Yeah,” Drake called out from Ragna’s right, “You ain’t walking away from this one in one piece!” “We’re gonna break your ass, punk!” Rex roared from the left as he cracked his knuckles. “Then quit your bitching and let’s go!” Ragna spat back as he hastily charged at Rex who had his guard down. Ragna leapt into the air to Rex’s eye level and threw a left roundhouse kick to the side of his head, only for it to be blocked. Before Rex could grab the leg, he didn’t have a chance to react to Ragna’s right leg being driven into his skull, forcing Rex to falter back onto the grass with a painful groan. Like a cat, Ragna landed on all fours and could see Steel charging toward him with the knife raised, with a fuming battle cry. Steel, with a vigorous slash, aimed at the knife for Ragna’s head but ended up stumbling as he missed wildly as Ragna sidestepped out of the way. With a moment to spare, he tripped Steel up with a strong leg sweep that sent him careening to the ground, his face crashing into the concrete floor with a resounding smash. ‘This feels too easy,’ Ragna thought for a moment as he saw Drake standing ready on the defensive, ‘Why does it feel so natural to fight like this? Doesn’t matter right now,’ Ragna dismissed the thoughts as he began to charge toward Drake who held his stance, “You’re not gonna have your way, you bastards!” As Ragna threw vicious lefts and rights at Drake, each one being blocked after the other, pushing him back more and more, Sunset and Twilight watched on with unease but admiration for Ragna who kept fighting on without a second thought. They held their breath as they saw Drake catch Ragna’s punches and spread his arms apart, leaving him wide open. Drake looked ahead for a split second before ploughing his boot into Ragna’s chest sending him back. Ragna exclaimed in pain as he was forced back by the blow and found himself scooped up, under the arms, by Rex and was held tight, “Damn it...” Ragna groaned as he was lifted off his feet. Rex chuckled as he held up Ragna with arms firmly locked around Ragna’s, despite his efforts to escape, Rex began to tighten the lock as Drake cracked his knuckles with a sadistic grin, “Time to break this pretty boy in two.” With his words, Drake began unload a flurry of punches on the suspended Ragna. Each one smashing into his chest and body and each one made Ragna yelp and howl in pain to the point where he lost his breath but despite this onslaught he held a defiant stare and bared his fangs with anger at Drake. Sunset and Twilight both winced with each shot that Ragna took, wishing they didn’t hear his cries of pain, feeling guilty that he was willingly taking this pain in their stead but they both held firm, each of them mentally wishing him on, ‘Come on, man, fight back, please.’ ‘Guess that’s what I deserve for thinking this would be easy...’ Ragna thought trying to keep it together after receiving such a beating. “What’s wrong, punk? No more smart mouth?” Drake asked, sneering at him with a victorious smile. “Hey, Drake,” Rex interjected, getting Drake’s attention, “Smash this brat’s face in, would ya? I wanna see him bleed like he did to Tyrell!” “Yeah,” Drake grinned maliciously as he grabbed Ragna by the sides of his face and bring his to Drake’s own, “This is for Tyrell, you little shit.” Drake declared with venom as reared his head back. Ragna clenched his fists, bracing for impact. ‘Remember, Ragna,’ an elderly gravelly voice spoke through Ragna’s mind, suprising him as Drake readied himself to strike, ‘Sometimes, you gotta use your opponent’s strength against them to get the upper hand in a fight.’ With great force Drake began to bring his head down at Ragna and just before it hit, Ragna used his arms and to grab onto Rex’s shoulders and using his legs, Ragna pushed his body weight down to bring himself down as well as Rex. As Rex was suddenly brought forward, he found his face colliding with Drakes. The impact sent the pair of them reeling back and Ragna was free from their clutches. “It’s my turn now!” Ragna declared as he charged at Drake, who was still trying to recover from the blow. Ragna started to unload with furious roundhouse kicks, one after the other, each one striking several points on Drake’s body, high and low, making him stagger back more until he fell on his rear and his resting against the lamp-post. Gasping for air after taking six roundhouse kicks, “This’ll sting!” Was all he heard Ragna say before he felt Ragna’s feet drilling into his face and smashing his skull into the lamp-post with thunderous metallic bang! Ragna rolled to one side after the dropkick as Drake dropped his head, defeated. Catching his breath, Ragna got to his feet, struggling to find his balance as he saw Steel, bleeding from the nose, sharply tore off his ski mask and slammed it on the ground. His eyes the size of pinpricks as he saw red, squeezing the grip he had on the knife as he bellowed, “I’M GONNA RIP YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!” Once more, Ragna readied himself and defiantly replied, “Bring it on, you idiots!” To Be Continued...
Rebel 3Author's Note Whoo, boy. Finally glad to get this one out. Hope it makes up for the time away and gives you people what you were hoping for. Feel free to tell me what you think. I appreciate all honest opinions and constructive criticism thrown my way. Now then, without further ado; The Wheel of Fate is Turning! Rebel 3! Action! Rebel 3 Blazblue: Canterlot Conundrum By Darkstone57 Rebel 3 There always come in a time in a person’s life where they feel to angered to deal with a situation rationally; for Steel, a grown man whom not has had his ‘fun’ ruined by a little brat but to see two of his buddies be turned inside out by the same puny kid, this was indeed one of those moments. Though he was bald, his entire head was popping with veins that were ready to burst. His nostrils flared like an angry bull ready to charge at the red flag and in this case it would be red jacket that belonged to Ragna. Squeezing vehemently on the knife in his right, he and Ragna were staring each other off for what felt like an eternity but in reality – was only for a few seconds. The tipping point came when Ragna let out a confident snort directed at Steel to which Steel, with his teeth grinding in anger, took the first charge at Ragna as he swung the knife wildly with a heavy swing, that was aimed to sever his targets neck from his shoulders, which Ragna dodged with ease by simply stepping back a bit. Taking advantage of his heavy momentum, Ragna grabbed Steels large arm with a quick deep breath; Ragna turned his body and pulled Steels heavy frame with both as he chucked the raging man over his shoulder. Steel was shocked to be thrown so easily and tried to stop his third roll across the park’s lawn. He came to grinding halt as he slammed his hands into the dirt. Humiliated, Steel looked over his left shoulder, knife still in his grip to glare at his opponent only to find Ragna already charging toward him. Not giving Steel the chance to recover, Ragna leaped into the air toward him and aimed a foot to connect with the back of Steels head. Only to find Steel had dodged to the side at the last second so the foot only felt the grass. Ragna went from landing on foot and then onto the other, quickly trying to regain his balance, he turned his head to see where Steel was but only caught a glimpse of him as he saw Steel take another attempt at slicing Ragna with the knife. “Shit!” Ragna cursed in pain as he felt the blade of the knife cut his left cheek. He winced at the feeling on his face only to be suddenly seeing his vision getting a close up of the grass as Steel drove a forceful right into the back of Ragna’s head, driving it into the grass. Sunset and Twilight winced in shock for Ragna as they watched him taking such a heavy blow. Sunset felt Twilight’s fingers touching the tip of Sunset’s and Sunset accommodated her by giving her a comforting but firm grip as she took Twilight’s hand into her own. Feeling confident in his assault, Steel brought himself to the legs of Ragna and, after placing the knife in a safer hold on his personage, he clutched the shins of Ragna with both hands. Then, with a powerful right stomp and mighty roar he swung Ragna from the grass and sent him careening toward the lamp post which resounded with a loud clang as Ragna’s back felt the impact of the steel. Ragna gasped for air and fell to the grass on all fours, blood dripping from his features as he tried to get back up. His ears alerted him to the sound his enemy charging toward him with furious stomps and a war cry. Ragna’s instincts all screamed at him to dodge and he did with a quick backwards roll and heard nothing but a howl of anguish. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Steel barked at Ragna as the latter looked up from the roll to see Steel has dropped the knife and was clutching his left foot, trying to soften the pain. Ragna quickly looked to the lamp post to see a large dent in the bottom. Steel looked at Ragna with fury, “I’LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS!” “I don’t think so, asshole!” Ragna snarled in reply as he began to dash toward him, “You’re the one that’s gonna eat it!” Without a miss in his step Ragna swooped up the knife and held in his left, with a reverse grip, and began his assault on Steel by delivering a straight right to the side of Steels face and then followed it up with a right elbow into the back of Steel’s bald head. Steel tried to recover from the blow by getting up but Ragna kept up the pressure with a couple more rights to the gut of the larger man. Ragna attempted to follow up with a right round house kick, aimed at Steels leg, but Steel blocked it with his left forearm. Getting fed up of Ragna’s antics Steel launched himself toward Ragna with a large clothesline with full intent on turning the tide in his favour. However, Ragna saw it coming and adeptly dodged the attack and countered by grabbing Steel’s left fist in his right hand forcing him to fall forward. Steels body fell toward the grass once more but his left arm was held up by Ragna’s hands as he loomed over his back, pulling Steels arm up against its bone joint. “Damn it!” Steel howled in pain as he turned his head to see Ragna, both of them sharing hateful glares toward one another. But, that didn’t last long as Ragna rose a right foot over Steel’s head snarling, “Feast on this!” as he drove his foot, mercilessly into the side of his opponents skull, once, then twice and a third just for good measure. Steel’s arm went limp as he was knocked out cold. Ragna released the large arm from his grip and cast his gaze toward to the other two unconscious men, ‘Three down, one to go.’ Ragna looked around for the fourth, ‘Where is that bas...’ His thoughts were cut off at a site that made his blood boil with a new born fire. Sunset and Twilight tried their best to hold their nerve as they both saw Rex slowly approaching them with a hungry look in his eyes and sickening grin. As he loomed over them his breaths became more hoarse and heavy. He began to reach down for the pair of them only to see a hand quickly block his vision and, before he knew it, he felt himself fall back faster than he could register it. The next thing he felt was a striking shot to the back of his head which sent a shock of pain through his body, a muffled cry escaped his lips. When Rex regained his vision the first thing he saw was the tip of Steel’s knife a mere inch from his right eye, if the sight of which scared him, yes, but what scared him more was when he followed the length of the knife to the hilt, he traced the arm of the holder to the shoulder and then made contact with the intense emerald eyes of Ragna himself. Ragna stared furiously at Rex, holding him down with an intense grip, only allowing him to look at Ragna with the one eye. Ragna had his left knee planted in Rex’s chest and his right foot holding down Rex’s right arm by the forearm. Ragna brought himself closer to Rex’s face, his voice was low and laced with rage as he warned him; “Be an idiot and this knife might find a permanent place in your skull, got it?” Rex let out a weak whimper. “Good,” Ragna replied, “This is what’s gonna happen now; you are gonna take your sorry ass and carry your idiots away from here and run as far as you can from here and if I ever see or hear any of you again, then I will find all four of you and leave you in a filthy ditch! Do I make myself clear!?!” Ragna snarled at him to which Rex replied with a frantic nod. Before Ragna released him, he made sure to drill his left knee into Rex’s chest. He stepped off of him and watched him scurry to his feet by the time he did, he found that Tyrell had got to his feet and was shocked to see the others out cold. Rex had told to Tyrell what had happened and didn’t know what to think but decided to help his friends get out of dodge. Rex tended to Drake and Tyrell went over to Steel. As Ragna watched them weasel away with their friends, he began to his their attention to the girls. The pair of them were relieved that it was over but were still trying to overcome the reality of what had happened. Ragna took a step toward them but, “Hey, punk!” was stopped short as the sound of Tyrell’s voice called to him. “You got lucky!” Tyrell called out with confidence as he warned Ragna, “Next time, you won’t be so lucky!” Tyrell hoisted Steel, still out cold, onto his right shoulder and placed a firm left hand on the grass, ready to stand up to leave but soon found the knife that belonged to his buddy planted in the grass between his fingers, missing his middle by a hair. The sight of it made Tyrell jump to his feet frantically as he couldn’t keep a cry of fear inside yelling, “Holy shit!” He looked to Ragna who was methodically walking towards him; each step became harder as Ragna kept his baleful gaze on Tyrell. Tyrell took a step back, a chill running down his spine as Ragna was getting closer to the knife but came to a stop just short of it, all the while not taking his eyes off of Tyrell. Rex was fair bit away from them but saw what happened as clear as day. Tyrell couldn’t bring himself to flee whilst Ragna kept him there in under his stare. The seconds seemed to last forever as neither of them moved but as soon as Ragna faked a charge toward Tyrell, the larger man took off faster than his legs could take him. As soon as they were gone, Ragna pulled the knife out of the dirt and turned to the tied up girls who looked just as shocked as before but as soon as they saw Ragna they were relieved now, more than before, that it was over. Ragna went over to the right side, where Sunset was, and began to use the knife to cut up the ropes. All the while, Sunset looked at Ragna with wonder and could think only one thing, ‘Who are you?’ Sunset and Twilight felt a rush of relief wash over them as they felt the tight ropes off them and watched it be thrown to one side. The two saw their saviour extend a pair of hands to each of them who, despite who was roaring and raging moments ago, gave the two of them a gentle smile. Twilight was apprehensive at first but when she saw Sunset taking Ragna’s right, Twilight reached for Ragna’s left and when they both were in his hold, he gave them a gentle heave to their feet. When they got up, the two of them tried to say their thanks but remembered that their mouths were sealed under the duck tape and felt silly for it. Twilight began to reach for hers only to see Ragna reach for it, she pulled back for a moment but felt bad as soon her eyes came to see Ragna’s concerned face. “Do you mind?” Ragna asked calmly, as he looked between the two of them, waiting for their response. It took a few moments for the tension to pass before Sunset shook her head. Seeing her friend place her trust in the person that saved them, Twilight accepted his offer as well. “Sorry about this.” Ragna stated before he took the ends of the duck tape on the further sides of their faces between his indexes and thumbs before asking the pair of them, “Ready?” The two of them braced for it with closed eyes and clenched fists as Ragna began to slowly pull the duck tape of their faces. Once the tape reached was almost off, he gave a fierce pull as the tape flew off their faces. Sunset and Twilight groaned for a moment, cushioning their faces where the tape was until the pain wore off. Ragna shook the tape off as it dropped to the floor and asked, “You two alright?” Sunset spoke after another groan from the tape, “Yes,” Sunset began with a smile, “Thank you, so much.” “Don’t mention it-“ Ragna was cut off, wincing, as he found Twilight launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He froze at the sudden gesture and was unsure what to do until, after a few seconds, Twilight pulled away with a blush on her face, realising what she did but still had a tear in her eye. “Thank you so much, sir.” Twilight said with a bow, feeling indebted and relieved that someone had come to save them from what could have been the worst night of their lives. “Hey, really, it’s no big deal.” Ragna replied, scratching the back of his head. “No big deal?!” Sunset and Twilight asked in unison, flabbergasted. Ragna took a step at the outburst as the pair of them looked at him with surprise. “You took on four large meatheads all by yourself and managed to scare them off too!” Sunset said happily, “You saved the both of us and when we both thought we were screwed!” “The fact you went through that whole ordeal so valiantly and came out the victor is worth the praise you deserve!” Twilight chimed in with a smile. “Well, I-“ Ragna was about to reply but suddenly felt weak in the knees for a moment, he began to fall forward but caught himself with a right foot in the grass and was brought down to one knee. The pain of the battle he went through was beginning to come through. Sunset and Twilight both came over to him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders as he took in a few breaths. “You alright, hotshot?” Sunset asked with concern. “Yeah...” Ragna replied after taking another breath, “Guess those assholes really did a number on me, huh?” He winced as he began to stand up, Twilight and Sunset both held his arms as they helped him up. “Can you walk?” Twlight asked. “Not sure,” Ragna admitted, “Feel like I might keel over any second.” “Listen,” Sunset began, “My place isn’t far from here. Let’s get you cleaned up and take a look at those wounds, alright?” “Sounds like a plan.” Ragna agreed with a smile. Sunset and Twilight both made sure they had an arm of Ragna’s over their shoulders and a hand round his back. “You got everything?” Sunset asked Twilight who made a quick check on with her spare hand before nodding to her. “Alright, you ready?” Sunset asked Ragna who looked at her with a somewhat content but pained face. “Yeah,” Ragna answered before adding, “I’m Ragna.” “Sunset Shimmer.” She stated with a smile. He turned to her friend who replied with a smile of her own, “Twilight Sparkle.” “Right, ladies, shall we get going?” Ragna tried to sound confident but ending up sounded more pained as he finished his question with a wince. “You take it easy, Ragna, we’ve got you.” Sunset chided him as the trio began to walk toward the park the path and headed to the west. When the trio were a fair distance away from the tree that held the girls against their will, a fifth figure clad in black, hidden in shadow, held the knife, that Ragna used to free the girls in its hands, gave it a look over for a few moments, holding it against the pale moonlight as the blood, covered in dirt, remained on the end of the blade. The figure looked at Ragna for a few moments before a smile slowly grew on its face, forming a toothy grin. The figure looked in the direction the men skulked off too and then sunk back into the darkness of the trees, still wearing that entertained smile... To Be Continued...
