The Last Mage

The Last Mage

Chapter 17: Dueling Blueblood Part 2

After about thirty seconds I walked back into the kitchen.

“I have no idea where I was going.” I said. Everypony started laughing. I smiled, embarrassed.

“We should go to the throne room, there are still a few things that I would like to speak to you about before you go back to Ponyville.” said Celestia.

“Right, well let's get going then!” I replied, once again grinning. They all just smiled right back as the solar princess began leading them to the throne room. They were already getting used to my new behavior. The trip was uneventful and we soon arrived in the throne room. Turns out that it was the giant set of golden doors to the right when leaving the dining hall. Hard to miss, but of course I managed it.

“Guards, please wait outside.” said Celestia once we arrived. They obeyed without question and left, closing the doors behind them. “Well my little ponies, there is something that Twilight and I have been meaning to tell you.” she looked to her previously mentioned student. Twilight took a breath first, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to say.

“Well... Princess Celestia is... my mother.” she said. The girls gasped, especially Pinkie and Rarity.

“Well it's about time you told them.” I said. They looked at me, shocked.

“H-how did you...?” Celestia asked. I waved my hand in the air and the words 'Fan Speculation' appeared in white fire in the air for a few moments.

“W-well, I suppose that we should move on to the next matter at hoof?” asked the still slightly shocked solar princess.

“Indeed. And girls you can wait to squeal about Twilight's status until we're on the train can't you?” was my reply.

“Well then, Auriel here is your first order.” she said, teleporting a sealed scroll to her. I took it an stuffed it into a pocket.

“Wonderful, but now there's the matter of where I'm going to live. Can't be pestering Twilight with all my noise now that I have a proper job. And I'll be needing a forge. And reinforced walls most likely.” I told her. Twilight seemed to wilt a bit when she heard me.

“Of course. I can provide materials and workers if you like, but I will have to cut your pay to provide for it.” said the princess.

“Of course Celly! Not like I have much need of a large amount of bits at the moment anyway. Or in the foreseeable future.”

“Very well, I believe that is all fo-” began Celestia.

“Auntie!” came a voice. A voice I recognized. A voice that angered me like few others.

“What is it nephew?” asked Celestia in a voice laden with annoyance.

“Auntie, a commoner refused to bow in my presence, so I ordered the guards to have him put in the dungeons but they refused! I demand that the guards and the commoner be imprisoned!” said Blueblood.

“Neph-” Celestia began, but again he cut her off. This guy is even more of an arrogant dick than I had believed possible!

“Peasants! What is filth like you doing here? Bow to your prince!” he said. “And what manner of thing is that? Does it not realize it is in the presence of royalty?” he asked, the second part directed at me. The girls reluctantly bowed, Rarity looked slightly crushed, realizing that her 'prince charming' was a self-centered twat.

“I will not bow to an arrogant fool who is less deserving of his title than the lowliest drunkard.” I said. The girls looked up in surprise and flinched at what they saw. My face was cold and full of anger, my eyes had become the flames of power again, but this time it was cold power. The kind created by raw fury.

“How dare you! You insolent-” he began.

“Blueblood, I challenge thee to a duel in one hour's time.” I said. My turn to interrupt you, bitch.

“Very well, I hope you're prepared to die, filthy beast!” he said before storming out.

“One hour before he witnesses the Wrath of a Wizard. Just one hour...” I muttered to myself.

One Hour Later...

The girls had been trying in vain to convince me not to fight Blueblood. I was somewhat saddened by their lack of faith in me – and that is what it was – but I didn't really mind seeing as they had never seen me fight. Apparently Blueblood was a rather adequate swordspony. Can you guess what I was? A master of staff based combat. All that time when other kids would be playing or doing some sport, I spent practicing with a homemade quarter staff.

They were still trying to convince me when the announcement for the match's beginning came. I handed my staff to Pinkie, as per the usual, and then placed my fedora on Twilight's head.

“Take care of that. You're the only pony I trust with it.” I told her with a smile. Unless I was seeing things she blushed before nodding. The rest of my friends finally understood that they could do nothing to stop me from going through with this. I stepped out into the old arena, and was met with ponies. They filled the bleachers all around the arena. It was like the coliseum but smaller. And the entrance to the prep room was just two doors down from the throne room. Apparently this place had seen more use before Luna's banishment.

The arrogant princeling stepped out of the other side. I glared. I knew that he wasn't the nicest of ponies from the Gala episode, but in person, er pony, he was worse. An absolute dick. We approached the stallion dressed as a referee in the middle of the area. A referee? This is definitely not what I was expecting.

“All right you two, I want a clean fight. No magic beyond basic levitation on weapons only,” this was aimed at Blueblood. “No outside interference allowed, no general cheating, and no blackmail.” The last part was again aimed at Blueblood. We nodded our consent and chose our weapons. Blueblood took a saber and I took a seven foot long quarter staff. I preferred to have a staff taller than I was. The referee took the mobile weapons rack with him and we retreated to opposite ends of the field. Then a bell rang. A bell? A referee? This seems more like boxing than a duel.

Blueblood levitated his sword out in front of himself and charged me. …If that's the best he can do then they were really exaggerating when they said he was adequate. I just sidestepped him and let him crash into the wall.

“Are you really so stupid? Or are you just messing with me?” I asked in as bored a tone as I could manage. He just growled and swung as he turned. I just stepped back.

“Just die you filthy beast!” yelled the Prince of Fail.

“You first!” I taunted, dodging another shit swing. He is pathetic.

“I'm going to kill you and then those pathetic whores that you call friends!” he bellowed. And with that I snapped. Before anyone could think I had dropped the staff, ripped the saber out of his levitation, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him into the air and held the saber against his neck.

“Listen you pathetic piece of shit,” my voice was easily heard through the arena, despite my normal tone. “You can insult me, you can threaten me, you can try to kill me, but the instant you dare to insult or threaten my friends, the instant you insult Twilight, is the instant that I make you regret existing.” My voice was ancient and cold. And the worst part was that you could literally feel the rage in it.

“I think we're done here.” I threw him and dropped the saber, and turned to leave. I was half way back to the door when a scream warned me of an incoming projectile. I jumped to the side only for a fireball to hit where I was just standing. I turned back and saw that bastard with a surprised look on his face.

“BLUEBLOOD!!” bellowed Celestia from her balcony. Hadn't noticed her show up. I raised my hand towards her.

“Let me handle this Celestia.” she looked uncertain before nodding to me. I turned back the Bastard – on a related note, Blueblood shall henceforth be referred to as the Bastard – and grinned with as much malice as I could. “So it's a duel of magic you want, eh? Well that's what you'll get!”

There was an audible gasp as my hands were engulfed in white fire. Oh, fuck yes! I've always hoped I could do this!

“Karyū no Tekken!” was what everypony heard me yell right before I slammed my burning fist into the Bastard's face. He was sent back across the remainder of the arena from the sheer force behind the hit.

“Vinyl, track six please.” I called up. Everypony looked and there was none other than DJ PON3, a.k.a. Vinyl Scratch, with her turntable on a balcony. She waved and the Fairy Tail battle music began to play. The ensuing battle was fierce and felt like it lasted hours, but was only about fifteen minutes. It was essentially me and the Bastard trading magical blows, though it was still the most epic fight the citizens of Canterlot would likely ever see.

“Royalty is supposed to care for and protect their subjects, not abuse and walk all over them!” I roared. “You don't deserve to be a Prince! You don't deserve to be anything but the shit you are! And this is for all of the ponies that you've ever harmed! Metsuryū Ōgi: Guren Karyū Ken!” With that I unleashed the power of the Fire Dragon's Fists. He was utterly wasted by it but managed to pull himself together for one last attack. He fired a beam of magic that radiated what I recognized as Death Magic. The Bastard was using forbidden magic to fight now.

“AND THIS IS FOR TWILIGHT!” I bellowed. “Karyū no Hōkō!” I poured all of the Wrath power I had into that one attack, what could be considered Natsu Dragneel's most signature attack, the Fire Dragon's Roar. My fire met the Bastard's forbidden magic and they strained against each other. And, as the hero, my power managed to over whelm his, shattering his horn in the process. He passed out from the pain. I just stood there panting for a few moments before I collapsed and began to black out, more from exhaustion than injuries. I heard my name yelled. Oh, shit. When I wake up there will be a lot of explaining to do.

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Author's Note: no need to worry about him being OP. He will explain how he did that and why he can't do it again next chapter. It has to do with the Wrath stone. See you next time!