Claw And Fist

by BurningDusk

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Garble, Profanity, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death, Human, Adventure
Length: 1208

What if someone pissed Garble off too much? What if that someone was a human? What if that human was a force to be reckoned with?

Logan Parker (A self-insert of myself with a good number of things changed to protect anonymity) was sent to Equestria a few months ago. He finds himself in the dragon-lands on a sightseeing trip where he is confronted. What will happen? (Note: This is my first posted story, but not the first I've worked on. I was unable to keep up a steady stream of ideas to make a full-blown story and decided to stick with one-shots. This is just one of them)

Published 2018-10-14 16:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-14 16:50:02 UTC

Claw And Fist

My feathery wings beat against the air as I neared the dragon lands. The craggy mountains and rivers of lava a sight I always wanted to see. Once I was merely a few feet off the ground I snapped my wings to my back and landed with a dull thump. My blonde hair was tied back in a scrunchie that Twilight had given me. I had thanked her generously for it, as my hair constantly got into my eyes and face. But i'd be a dead man before I got it cut. I was dressed in my common garb, a black pair of sweatpants, a black t-shirt with a green flaming skull, and a pair of black and white sneakers. I scanned the area with my swamp green eyes and stepped forward, slowly walking through the dragon lands. I was here simply to think and explore, as I was new to Equis somewhat and simply wanted to see everything. It had been four months. And in that time I had met Daring Do. The mare that I shared so many interests, and now a heart. She was a sweet mare, with a rather adventurous side. But that's besides the point. After a short bit of walking I came to a river of lava, stopping some ways from it and taking a seat. I now just wanted to relax, but a rather annoying and sneering voice spoke near me, "Well well well. If it isn't the hooman," the definitely male voice spoke. I sighed a sigh of annoyance.

"Garble, is it? Fuck off. I want to relax and don't feel like putting up with your shit," I growled slightly, not looking in his direction.

He laughed a bit and said in the same voice, "Or what? What can you do with your fleshy little limbs!?"

"I can snap your arms and rip out your throat," I growled again, my patience quickly dying.

Garble, not missing a beat, spoke once more, "Oh yeah, sure you can. And I'm the king of time," He sneered again.

I stood, cracked my back, and finally faced him, "Look dickhead, I have more IQ points in my left ass cheek than you do in your skull. Shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone," I growled. This seemed to struck a nerve with Garble.

Garble growled deep in his throat and stepped threateningly towards me, baring his teeth and claws, "Look here twerp, I can get more girls in two minutes than you can in your entire lifetime!"

"Have fun with all those diseases then. Not my fault I wanna keep clean," I grinned with a chuckle. Garble was getting pissed fast. And it seemed that last comment was the last straw, for he flapped his wings and dove forwards, gripping me around the middle in an attempt to grapple me. I struck my feet back and held fast, my enhanced strength that I had gained from living in Equis coming to a show, and I raised my hands. My hands clasped into a conjoined fist and I brought it down with a feral crack, my fists slamming against his back and slinging him to a ground. By now his friends had showed up, but they were too petrified to step in. I reared back and stomped down upon his chest, knocking the air from him and hopping away with a flap of my wings. Garble leapt to his feet and lunged towards me, and I raised my arms to block what I expected to be a punch. Instead pain flared across my arms as he left deep gashes from his claws, the thick crimson fluid that was my blood flowing out. I growled in pain and whirled behind him, elbowing him in the gut and flipping over him, kneeing in his snout. He reared up and headbutted me squarely, not aiming for my nose like a smart person. It hurt all the same and I stepped back, cracking my fist against his nose, and elbowing him in the jaw. He jumped back and flapped his wings, tackling me to the ground and clawing my chest, ripping my shirt and flesh open alike. "Can't even...fight fair," I grunted and reared my legs up, wrapping them around his throat and slamming his head into the ground behind. I flipped up and onto his chest, cracking my fists against his jaw, snout, and eyes.

Garble aimed for the first thing near his claws and I jumped forward as I felt my rump get clawed viciously. I spun around and growled at him as I staggered to his feet, "Kinky fucker ain't ya? Comin' onto me in a fight," I sneered at him. He roared fire and charged me again. I hopped to the side, kicked the back of his knees and forced him to the ground, and moved behind him. One arm wrapped around his throat and the other clamped onto my bicep. The arm around his throat's hand clamped onto the other's bicep, creating a vice-like deathgrip. He choked and sputtered as his eyes bugged out, all this the cause of the oxygen being squeezed from him. Before I knew what was happening his tail launched up and wrapped around my middle, throwing my back and causing me to tumble. The second I stood up Garble tackled me again, pinning my hands with his knees and getting his snout close to my face.

"Game over cunt," He growled and inhaled deeply. I shot my head up and clamped my teeth around his throat, and with a sickening rip, pulled his trachea out with my mouth. Blood poured over my face and stained my hair, but I cared not. Garble hacked and clawed at his throat in an attempt to survive and jumped off me. "You've got about sixty seconds to live. Beg and I may heal your wound," I said and stood. He dropped to his knees and crawled to me, gripping my leg and looking up at me with pleading eyes before fire lit within them, and he clamped his teeth around my leg, digging his fangs in with as much force as he could muster. I roared with pain and raised a hand, "Cainoos dalnaith," I shouted my spell and brought my hands down, lightning launching from them and obliterating his skull. I staggered back and breathed a shuddering breath. His friends were petrified and scrambled away from the man who just killed their leader, too scared to face me.

Blood, brains, and bits of skull poured over my shoe as I breathed a shuddering breath. I raised a hand, "Unais," I said and spoke mentally to Daring Do, "Get ready to get me somewhere for medical treatment. Garble picked a fight," I said and closed the link before stepping back and flying off slowly, blood loss making my vision blur just the slightest.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading, and I'd like to state for the record that this is one of my first published chapters that I'm actually happy about. I'd also like to state that because I'd like to get more practice in, I will take requests. Just do so in direct messaging.