The Fighter's Tournament Revived

by Dimensional Librarian

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Random, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Other
Length: 1495

When Writers clash, and OC's are the pieces and weapons of war. Welcome to the Fighter's Tournament.

When Writers clash, and OC's are the pieces and weapons of war. Welcome to the Fighter's Tournament.

Twill Weave is a Pony Satyr from Everglow (Not cannon in those stories just simply my OC for that World)

Dead Eye the well respected Earth Pony Assassin (Berserk's OC)

This belongs in the Fighter's Tournament Group

Published 2017-04-20 01:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-04-20 01:50:01 UTC

The first Fight

“Hello and welcome back to the Fighter’s Tournament. I’m Booksalot the Librarian, taking time out of my long busy days to rest my old bones and engage my mind in some good old fashioned announcing of OC’s going at each other to see which writer is better.” said the voice of the slightly elderly red unicorn stallion with a tri colored mane.

“And by this Librarian’s side I Wild Wave’s will be helping with the play by by action of the two great warriors we have today.” Stated the Light blue earth stallion with jet black hair sitting next to Booksalot.

“Now, Wild, We are just to tell the viewers and readers what each combatant can do and then go over why specifically one won at the end.” Booksalot said with a hearty chuckle, “Now to the death is an option but it is up to the combatants to determine who wins. First up we have Twill Weave, a Pony Satyr from the land of Everglow. She is highly skilled with fighting offensively with defense. She wears a padded leather armor that is made from Angel Skin, she obtained it unknowing it was cursed and now can’t remove it or even think of taking it off without unbearable pain. She wears a set of gauntlets made of Adamantine that have sharpened fingers and knuckles to increase the damage she can do when in hand to hand combat.”

“Twill traditionally fights with two Adamantine shields each with slightly different specs and attributes which would take too much time to go over. Wild, please tell the audience about our other combatant this evening.”

“Well Books our next competitor is Dead Eye the Earth Pony assassin. His arsenal includes Four inched throwing knifes, six inched needles dipped in various venoms and toxins, smoke bombs, a twenty foot long grappling hook. a small mechanical crossbow. He wears a black cloak to look inconspicuous in a crowd while also hiding all of his knives and needles. Even with small bells as earrings Dead Eye can move with only the sound of a butterfly’s wing beat. He excels at close quarters combat, has endurance to last, and prefers staying in the shadows to further help with his stealth.” Wild Wave said excitedly. “Now we have taken the liberty of generating a massive forest within a pocket dimension. We can view everything that happens within it and we are broadcasting it live. The combatants have both been teleported to within the forest with no idea of where they are or that even the other is around.”

“So without further adieu, let it begin.” Booksalot stated with a smile.

Twill Weave stumbled into existence in the middle of a strange forest. “Great… more demon tricks.” she muttered to herself as she drew both her shields to wield them upon her arms. The young satyr then started walking forward and keeping her senses peeled for any signs of danger. After only a few minutes of walking through the trees the birds to her left went silent causing her to instinctively raise her shield on that side. The soft Ping of metal hitting metal filled the air as a needle fell to the ground.

The forest then went silent right before Twill did a small dancing flurry which happened to create more pings until the earth pony Dead Eye stepped out of the shadows and spoke. “Nopony has ever had that kind of speed to deflect my needles before.”

“Well I’m more than just a pony,” Twill retorted as she took a more ready position to fight with. Dead Eye did the same, flicking his cloak back to be out of the way of his next movement, which happened to be throwing a knife as he jumped back into the shadows. Twill raised her right shield to block the knife as the one on her left dropped toward the ground on a string stopping before it touched. With a flick of her wrist the smaller of the two shields made one full circle before flying after Dead Eye.

Dead had already moved and tossed a smoke bomb at Twill Weave’s feet before sending a barrage of needles coated in a poison meant to kill. More pings were heard telling the assassin that they hadn’t gotten to his target yet. He had to jump out of the way swiftly as the larger shield came hurling at him from out of the fog. “Now’s my chance!” he thought to himself throwing another needle while the fog was slowly thinning out, only to hear another ping. “What? She didn’t have any shields left!” Dead said to himself in disbelief as the smaller shield came flying at him again.

After moving Dead Eye looked back at his opponent to see her holding the larger shield once more before reaching out with her left arm to catch the smaller of the two.

“You’re really hard to hear. I’ll give you that Mister.” Twill said with a smirk.

“Fine, since you don’t seem to be going down easily. I’ll actually start trying.” Dead Eye said as he pulled out his crossbow and attached it to his wrist. He then took off running while firing bolt after bolt at Twill. Twill deflected them with her shields as she took off after him. Dead ran into the shadows of the trees and vanished from sight as Twill ran in behind him. When she came to a stop and took a deep breath before feeling the sharp shooting pain of multiple bolts embedding into her side.

Twill released a hiss of pain as she turned on her hooves toward the direction the bolts came from only to be rewarded with bolts on her other side. “Fuck!” she cried out as she then went ahead and pulled all of the bolts out. The slight whistle of Dead Eye’s needle’s reached her ears and she quickly threw up a shield to block it. Dead Eye was then right there with a knife in his grip to try and take the shield champion down in close quarters. He made a swing for her left side as she was twisting around and threw the larger of her two shields off into the trees. The knife blade manage to graze her side as she then lunged forward bashing Dead Eye with the smaller shield forcing him back a few paces when the one she had thrown came hurtling out of the trees hitting him square in the hips before returning to Twill Weave, who started to spin for another attack.

As she was turned around Dead Eye managed to throw a needle into the back of her neck before having to jump out of the way of the smaller shield. “Dam it! You got… me.” Twill said as she then fell to the ground due to the poison that could kill dragons swiftly running through her system.

“Ha! I win Girly!” Dead said as he turned around and started to stumble away, still a little disoriented from getting hit with a shield. He heard the faint sound of something heavy hitting the ground behind him before he was knocked to the ground. He looked to his side and saw the bigger shield laying there “How did you… Arrrgh!” he called out as Twill was pulling her armored gauntlet out of his back.

“That’s what you get for killing me Bastard.” she retorted as she kicked her shield into her hands before slamming it down to decapitate her foe. With her smaller shield on her back and the larger one in her grasp Twill Weave stepped back before vanishing in a flash of light.

“And that’s that folks. Even though Dead Eye had experience from a younger age and a more deadly arsenal, once the first moments past it was simply a game of who could last longer. So the clear and obvious winner of this fight is Twill Weave, who has now been taken to a waiting area to get medical attention and to fix and replenish her gear. The same thing will be given to whoever the other combatant of the final round will be of the Fighter’s Tournament Revived.” said Booksalot as the screens played recaps of the whole fight, eventually fading to black.

Author's Note

This was all written by me because I hadn't heard from Berserk in a week and felt like something needed to get posted so the group wouldn't die again. I came to the decision of Twill Weave winning based on the rulings of a set of 20 sided dice, and some good friends that I debated both sides of this fight out with. Being only one writer I decided to only give one ending if Berserk comes back and wants to write up an ending where Dead Eye wins I will let him and then we can vote like we are meant to.