Enter The Dragon: Fighting Is Magic

Earlier, with his fight

Lords of Iron (Celtic Metal) - Antti Martikainen Music

The specter had presented itself in the form of a terrifying dragon, before Spike. Though not nearly as big as Torch is, the dragon was still an intimidating sight to behold, with blazing red fiery red eyes, and the same black smoky aura that shrouded its muscular, but slender build.

Standing on his cloud, Spike stood in a fighting stance, watching as the dragon reared its head and lets out a burst of fire from its maw. With a flap of his wings, Spike leapt to the air, before he circled around and dropped down for a hi-kick to the dragon's snout. But due to his size, the dragon didn't flinch from the attack, flapping his wings to smack the little dragon away.

Rolling in the air, Spike caught himself in the air, just in time to see the dragon thrusted its claws out to snatch the little dragon. Thinking fast, Spike weaved his way through the gaps of the outstretched fingers of the dragon's claws, evading capture, before he started crawling along the dragon's arm, up to his shoulder, and clings onto his back. Spike held on to one of the dragon's spines, as the dragon did a loop to a barrel roll, attempting to shake the young dragon off.

Still hanging on, Spike climbed up to the dragon's head, and proceeded to unleash a flurry of kicks, punches, and fire blasts at the dragon. The dragon retaliated by scratching his head with one of his claws, knocking Spike off. Then, with a quick, and flexible, turn of its whole body, the dragon cracked a whip with its long tail, and sent Spike flying into a mountain.

"Oof!" Spike grunted, upon crashing and took a few moment to recover and catch his breath.

The young dragon looked up, just in time to see the dragon diving towards him. With a slam of its mighty claws, the dragon tore at the mountain, while snapping its jaws at the little dragon who quickly rolled out of the way. Spike quickly kicked up a large rock at the dragon's eyes, followed by a burst of green fire that exploded upon impact.

With an annoyed growl, the dragon slammed its claw at Spike, sending the little dragon in the air, before he caught him in his jaws. But before the dragon could bite his jaws down on his little opponent, Spike quickly breathed another blast of green fire, exploding within the dragon's maw, forcing his mouth open for the little dragon to escape.

"Impressive," The dragon mused. "My pack members have told me you are strong, but their words do you no just. You are quite the fighter for one so small."

"Well, I did learn from the best," Spike replied.

"Thank you."

"I was speaking of my friends," Spike clarified, while avoiding a slash from the dragon. "And honored sister, Tianhuo!"

"Oh, so you've trained with the longmas as well, did you?" The dragon breathed a burst of fire, which Spike evaded, behind a rock for cover. "Then you know as well as they, that the longmas pride themselves of whom they chose to model after. Horses, which are preys, sniveling, pathetic, and weak, like the ponies of Equestria. And dragons, such as ourselves, who are predators, strong, fearless, and merciless. You're not so different at all, you and I."

"No! I'm nothing like you!" Spike retaliated.

"Of course not. You're hardly a dragon. You were raised by ponies. Like the wild dogs of past, you've been domesticated, just like a dog. The ponies have dulled you of your natural predatory instincts. But it's not too late to remedy yourself of that treachery. There's still room for our pack. Together, we can teach you little one. You can claim your rightful place as the dragon you were meant to be. The predator you were born to be."

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass," Just then, a loud roar filled the air, directing Spike's attention back to Ponyville, to see it was under attack by a bugbear. "Looks like I gotta go!" With that, the little dragon took his leave, while the dark dragon stayed behind and smirked.

"You are only a fledgling now, little one," The dragon replied. "But in time, you will be one of us."

End of Song

After the bugbear was chased out of Ponyville, every pony were allowed back into town.

“Who-whee,” Applejack marveled at the mess. “It’s like a tornado was passing through town. Gonna take some time before we can get this place to look grand again.”

“Oh what this place needs now is a touch of glamour and a dash of beauty and it will be as good as new!~” Rarity sang.

Twilight, who had just woke up from her coma, was perplexed and was confused at the ruins that surround her, “Is everyone alright?” Twilight asked Madam Mayor.

“Yes, Princess Twilight,” The mayor confirmed. “Every pony are here and accounted for.”

The lavender alicorn turned her head to the sides as she searched for someone in particular, "W-Where...where's Spike?!" Twilight asked in concern. "Is he alright?"

At Ponyville's Hospital

Silverstream was being treated by a doctor, who had just finished wrapping a bandage around her slash wounds.

"Okay," The doctor began. "That arm should be as good as new in a few weeks. Just as long as you don't work yourself too hard on it."

"Thanks doctor," Silver smiled as the doctor took their leave, and left the hippogriff alone with Spike, and her friends.

The hippogriff let out a sad sigh, "What's wrong Silver?" Sandbar asked. "The doctor said you'll be well again."

"I know," The hippogriff frowned. "But I'm still scared."

"I'm not surprised," Smolder replied. "It's not everyday we would fight against a bugbear and live to tell the tale."

"Yona not like bugbear," The yak said in fright.

"Speak for yourselves, " Gallus groaned. "I'm still a little smartened up from that bugbear!"

"Hmmm," Spike pondered as he walked up to the griffon, for a closer examination of his body. Glancing to the side, seeing it's only him and the students, Spike walked over to a nearby cabinet and took out a few glass jars. "These will have to do," He said, bringing the jars over to Gallus, much to the students' confusion.

"Uh, Spike?" Smolder began. "What are you doing?"

"Just preparing a little trick I once learned," Spike replied, as he sets down a tiny bowl, with which he poured out a foul smelling clear liquid, while applying a few of it on his claws. Once preparation was complete, the dragon began by breathing a tiny ember on a cotton ball, dipping the tuft of white fabric into one of the glass jar and puts it on Gallus's body.

"What are you doing to me?" Gallus asked.

"Shhh," Spike shushed, silencing the griffon as he continues to apply more glass jars to the griffon's body.

Then, once he sees the griffin has enough jars, the little dragon scooped up a handful of his fire, rubbing his claws together, and placed them across Gallus's body. The griffin winced from the hot, yet gentle, touch of the little dragon's fiery claws. The other students watched in awe as the young dragon continues to rub across the griffin's body, fiery claws and all, until at last, his work was done.

Gallup stood up and gave a few experimental stretch, "Whoa!" He gasped. "I feel like a new griffin!"

"Wow, Spike!" Smolder gasped, stepping forward with the students following. "What was that?!"

"It's called chauva," Spike explained, while cleaning the area and putting the jars, plates, back in their shelves. "Ancient fire healing technique."

"Chauva?" The orange dragon repeated with piqued interest. "Interesting. But who taught it to you?"

Spike hesitated, trying to come up with a good answer that the students can accept, before he replied, "Let's just say I picked it up from somewhere in my travels."

"By chance, is that also the same place where you learned to fight like that?"

"Um, you could say that."

"Wow, Spike, you're amazing, you know that?" Sandbar began. "We always thought you were just Princess Twilight's number one assistant."

"You think only with your eyes, and you're easy to fool," The little dragon replied, much to the students' confusions. "Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm sure Rarity taught you guys that in her Beauty Class," The students all looked at each other, before they all nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of class," Ocellus began. "Do any of the professors at school even knew about this?"

"No."

The students were perplexed. Surely, Spike's friends would've at least knew he had somehow learned to fight, "Have you ever thought about teaching it to anybody?" Smolder asked.

"Depends," Spike answered.

"On what?" Gallus asked.

"Reason. What do you need to learn how to fight for?" Spike clarified.

"What do we need? What do we need?" The griffon asked. "What do you mean, what do we need to learn how to fight for? You saw how we almost got ourselves killed by that bugbear!"

"Yeah! We need to learn some of that stuff you learned the next time another of those things shows its face around here again," Smolder smirked enthusiastically.

Spike raised an eyebrow as he looked at the students, "Are you sure there's nothing else you want to learn how to fight for?"

The orange dragon scratched her head, "Well, I guess I could use it to crush some competitions now and then," She answered. "Maybe in a fiery duel, display some dominance and be just as strong and tough as Dragon Lord Ember is so I can be the next Dragon Lord."

"Sounds harsh," Ocellus whimpered.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Gallus spoke up. "I'd like to teach some griffons a thing or two about disagreeing with me."

"Yak likes smashing," Yona shouted. "Yaks like to be stronger!"

"It'd be nice if we can actually fight for ourselves and for our land," Sandbar noted.

"I hope it's fun," Silverstream beamed.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT MY FIGHTING IS FOR!!!" Spike roared angrily, catching the students by surprise. "I didn't learn to fight, just so I can dominate, or have fun, or anything you guys just listed. I learned it so I can have a bigger role to play in saving Equestria and beyond. It's for knowledge and defense. Not to make war, but to serve and protect friendship and harmony. And especially not to eat ponies!" Spike quickly covered his mouth at the last part, while the students looked at him in bewilderment.

"To eat ponies?" Sandbar asked. "Who would want to eat us?"

"Yeah, who?" Smolder asked.

"Not me," Silver shook her head. "I'm more interested in kelp salads."

"Yona likes vanilla beans, grown only in Yakyakistan," Yona confirmed.

"We changelings have enjoyed ourselves to some chocolates as substitutes for love," Ocellus said.

"I enjoyed a bit of griffon scones from Gilda, and a few fishes," Gallus said, much to Silverstream's discomfort.

"You eat fish?" The former sea pony asked.

"Yeah, it's delicious to us griffons," The blue griffon licked his beak, while the hippogriff looked at him in discomfort. "What?"

Spike then turned to Smolder, "And what about us?" He asked, while gesturing to himself and the orange dragon. "Didn't you say before how we eat meats?"

"Well, yeah, but not pony meats," Smolder reassured. "And besides, if we do eat ponies, then all of Equestria would've been wiped out of ponies by now. Don't you think?"

"Whatever. But my answer is still no!" Spike shouted, stomping his foot down. "I'm not going teaching you guys how to fight. Equestria's already had enough problems with me as a fighter. It doesn't need more fighters who could do some harms."

"Then teach us the right way to fight," Sandbar replied. "Teach us the way you want us to fight. Teach us the way to better protect Equestria."

"Or the Dragon Land," Smolder added.

"Our home," Ocellus joined.

"Yakyakistan!"

"Griffstone."

"Oh! Seaquestria and Mt. Aris could use some fighters! In case there's another....another..." Silver froze in fear at the thought of the Storm King, back from the dead.

"The Storm King?" Gallus finished.

The students continued to crowd themselves around Spike, as they repeatedly plead for him to share his knowledge of fighting, "I don't know," Spike shook his head.

"Oh come on, Spike!" Smolder said. "What's the worst that could happen?"

The young dragon stiffened as the last words from Smolder repeated itself in his mind. The young dragon's eyes narrowed and shrunk themselves to a dot, at the image of predators viciously mauling the helpless ponies, who were outnumbered and overrun. What frightened the young dragon the most was the sight of claws and fangs that tore through the skins, slashing drops of crimson bloods that rained through the air, and the sounds of bloodcurdling screams of dying ponies who were mercilessly slaughtered.

"Spike?" Smolder asked, snapping her fingers to snap the dragon back to reality. "Spike? What's the matter?"

"Gotta go!!" Spike quickly answered, rushing out the door, while clutching his mouth. On the way, he nearly ran headlong into Twilight.

"Oh, Spike!" Twilight exclaimed. "Thank Celestia you’re o-" Spike didn't stay around to reply, when he frantically took another direction. "Kay? Spike? Where are you going?" But it was no use. The young dragon scurried off, blocking his ears, completely ignoring Twilight.