Equestria Girls: Scores to Settle

Chapter 4

Chaos. Everything had descended into pure chaos the second Cherry Crash lunged at Sunset.

Lemon had, stupidly so, stared dumbfounded as everything went to shit right before her eyes. She didn’t get to see more of it, though, as one scene, in particular, caught her attention. And that was Frosty Orange, her ex-girlfriend, taking advantage of Vinyl’s distraction to tackle her onto the ground.

“Vinyl!” She shouted, ready to help her girlfriend but stopped when out of the corner of her vision she saw a punch approaching her face. She was able to bend her ankle without straining it too much, allowing her the space she needed to move out of the way just enough for the punch to graze past her right ear. On pure instinct, she latched onto the arm of her assailant and dropped her over her shoulder, solidly landing her on the ground with a thud. Instead of hearing a pained groan, she heard an angered scream of rage before a foot connected with her stomach, knocking her air out and sending her to stumble back and land on her ass.

Getting up after coughing in pain, desperate to regain her precious oxygen, she saw Octavia also getting on her feet while, behind her, Frosty and Vinyl rolled on the ground, neither able to get a hold over the other.

“Octavia… what in the name of FUCK are you doing!? I thought we already settled this back at Sugarcoat’s party!” Lemon spat angrily.

“...I’m not doing this to win Vinyl anymore…,” Octavia replied, crestfallen. “After that day I understood that she would never love me the way I love her.”

“Then why the hell are you helping those damn aquarium attractions!? If you know you won’t win why are you fighting again!?” Lemon asked. She was beyond pissed, more so to the fact that there was nothing she could do to help her girlfriend with Octavia blocking her way.

“Quite simple, you simpleton brute. If I can’t have her, then neither will you,” Octavia replied, giving Lemon a disturbingly dark smile.

“...You’re goddamn bonkers, Octavia,” Lemon replied.

“Oh? I’m not trying to kill you if that’s what you’re thinking, savage. No. That would be a mercy. I simply plan to carve your face in until you won’t be able to recognize yourself in the mirror anymore~,” she sang. “And if you end up dying… well, that’d be a happy coincidence. Then, with you gone, maybe I will have a chance to comfort my Vinyl after all~.”

“You are nothing but a walking contradiction, Octavia. You need help,” Lemon said, some of her fury lost and replaced with pity. In front of her stood a girl so single-mindedly blinded by her rage, ego, desires, and conflicting emotions that she couldn’t tell what she really wanted. “What you feel for Vinyl isn’t love, Octavia. It’s an obsession at this point. Please… just stop. Let’s stop this. I really want to break your face, but now… just step aside!”

“Make me, Zesty~” the cellist taunted.

“...I won’t contain myself,” Lemon warned. “You may have my pity now, Octavia, but that doesn’t mean I won’t knock every tooth you have and break your fingers one by one if I have to!”

“LEMOOOOON!” Octavia roared in anger, lunging at her hated foe with murderous zeal.

“OCTAVIA!” Lemon barked back at her, planning to meet her head-on.

The two girls clashed against the other in the blink of an eye, a hardball of flesh, muscle, and bones meeting their faces. There were no screams or grunts of pain, just the meaty impact of their fists meeting a cheek. Then, they threw another punch with their free hands. Octavia landed the hit on Lemon’s stomach while the green-haired girl landed her fist upon her ribs.

There was no finesse or tactics or any sad excuse for a showy fight. Whatever skills they had, whatever styles, techniques, or sly tricks up their sleeves they were capable of using were entirely forgotten as they stared into each other’s eyes. The burning hatred the two of them felt for the other only stained by Lemon’s pity and contempt and Octavia’s crazed and disdainful glints found reflecting on their eyes.

Blood was spat out, the ground gaining a red hew thank to the crimson liquid raining upon it. The cracking of bone smashing bone was heard, the gritting of teeth, and the furious breathing they both shared as they refused to fall before the other. Eventually, it was Octavia who got the best and luckiest shot of the two with a bloody uppercut.

Lemon felt her senses dim and she nearly blacked out the moment she hit the ground. Thankfully for her, two hard punches to her face woke her up right back in time to see Octavia sitting on her belly and getting ready to punch her again. She dodged the strike, slapped her with all her might, and then reached with her left hand grabbing her chest-piece.

She pulled her down, almost tearing her sports bra in two only to headbutt her rival. Octavia hissed in pain, her nose cracking as blood began to gush out of her new wound. Not wanting to give her the upper hand, she punched her again on the face, stunning her for a moment. Sadly for her, that moment lasted less than a second, just enough to cause Lemon to release her chest piece but only so that she could reach behind her and grab a fistful of her hair. Mirroring her tactic, she also grabbed the green hair of her hated foe.

“BITCH!”

“WHORE!”

“SLUT DICK-SUCKING POULTRY EXCUSE OF A DJ!”

“TWO-BITS MUSICIAN, TALENTLESS HAX!”

“CHEATING, BACKSTABBING UPSTART!”

“PSYCHOTIC SKANK!”

The two girls cursed loudly and vehemently at each other while rolling on the ground; throwing wild, blind punches, slaps, scratches, kicks, and every foul trick and cheap tactic were used by both sides including crotch kneeing and breast squeezing. They also yanked and pulled with great abandon at each other’s hair, clothes, and whatever else they could grab.

Maybe it was mere seconds, perhaps minutes. They didn’t know. They didn’t care. Eventually, however, Lemon managed to roll themselves into a position of power over Octavia, straddling her under her weight.

Lemon was about to punch her face when a loud grunt caught her attention. She turned ever so slightly to see Frosty Orange and Vinyl exchanging punches, with her girlfriend showing her temperance, training, and proficiency over the wilder Frosty as the former landed almost every hit she launched and the latter barely managed to connect half her strikes. She felt proud of her girlfriend and knew she had her fight in the bag when she saw her move throw a flurry of punches, finding a perfect opening to spin and deliver a kick to Frosty Orange’s gut, making her cough up from spit and blood. The kick had more impact behind what it looked like and it was enough to send the lighter blue-haired woman to the ground and then smack the shed next to the barn.

The impact was strong enough to rattle the shed and cause its door to open and a single shovel to fall to the ground. Frosty smiled and reached for the shovel, quickly getting up now with a weapon in hand.

“SHIT!” Lemon hissed rather than shouting. Her fight was forgotten and she tried to move to help her girlfriend. And that was her mistake. Either driven by bloodlust, hatred, or pure determination, Octavia made the most out of her mistake.

The cellist grabbed her hair with both hands before dragging her down and slamming her against the ground next to her. Then, she flopped over Lemon Zest, putting her knees on her wrists so she couldn’t move, and then began to unleash all her anger, all her frustration, all her loathing, and everything she had bottled up onto her foe’s face.

“Die!” Octavia cursed, commanded, ordered, and spat the word all at the same time with all the gut-wrenching hate she was capable of mustering as she punched Lemon’s face over and over again. “Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Fucking die!!!”

Lemon Zest felt the pain, she felt desperate, she could hardly breathe now that she was coughing up blood, and she couldn’t move her hands to defend herself. But all of that didn’t matter because out of the corner of her vision, just past Octavia, she could see her beloved, her Vinyl, desperately ducking and dodging Frosty Orange’s increasingly wilder swings of the shovel she had taken to use as an ax or halberdier.

With a surge of strength, she put her yoga lessons to good use and used her legs to grapple Octavia’s neck. With a twist, they rolled over and she quickly moved to a kneeling position while Octavia landed facing up. Before the cellist could do anything, she delivered a devastating hard punch on her already broken nose, injuring further.

“FUCK!” Octavia cursed, the pain now too great even for her adrenalin-filled system to ignore. She clutched her wrecked face on instinct but her pain was soon augmented by another wave of pain coming from her stomach, more than enough to almost making her puke.

Taking advantage of her now thrashing foe, Lemon rushed to help her girlfriend.

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Vinyl landed on her back shortly after Frosty Orange had tackled her. A punch to her ribs made her squeak out in pain and her senses shifted from distress to full-on battle mode. She delivered a chopping strike on Frosty’s clavicle, the impact hard sounding and solid.

“GAAAAHHH!” Frosty orange wailed, her smug expression shifting to a pained one before a hard slap sent her rolling to the side and off Vinyl. She got to her feet at the same time as Vinyl reeled back and jumped onto her feet. “I’ll fucking end you, you mute bitch!”

Vinyl frowned and internally cursed her muteness as it prevented her from saying everything going through her mind at that moment. Signing wasn’t much better as it would take her too long to say anything and she doubted her opponent knew how to read sign language. So, in the face of adversity, she relied on her brilliant talent to be resourceful, as any DJ worth their salt was. That is, she opted to convey her feelings in a single action.

Namely speaking, she gave Frosty Orange a double middle finger while blowing a raspberry.

“Why you childish skank!” Frosty said, stomping her way to meet Vinyl while the alabaster girl took careful steps back and shifted her position to a more defensive stance. “Ohhhh, are trying to scare me with your fancy tricks or are you that scared of me, Vinyl? You got a lucky shot at me during Sugarcoat’s party, but it won’t happen again, you slimy whore. You’re going to pay for driving Lemon away from me! I was close, so fucking close to living a life of luxury but then you came along and ruined everything!”

Vinyl’s world stopped spinning for a moment after hearing those words. She never understood what Lemon saw on Frosty to ask her to be her girlfriend. She was deceitful, controlling, manipulative, and resentful. Then again, Lemon herself had confused she was a bit of a bitch before meeting her and having participated in the games. But even so, she had never imagined that Frosty Orange could be such a despicable, gold-digging whore that didn’t care about her Lemon in the slightest. All she wanted and cared for was the money of her family… and now she understood that Frosty Orange had tried grooming Lemon into, basically, her lapdog; unable to say no to her while she wallowed in the excess of life Lemon’s money could provide her.

She didn’t care about her Lemon… and that made her angry. Really, really angry. Any thoughts of going easy on her wicked ass were thrown aside, forgotten in the light of the truth she had discovered. She advanced, furious and ready to strike her foe down when she did something that surprised her.

Frosty Orange smirked before leaping into action, rushing at Vinyl with all her might. She took some satisfaction upon watching the surprise and confusion in Vinyl’s face and took her chance to strike a solid punch to her right cheek. This, sadly, didn’t do much more than incite her rage and shake of her momentary stupor. The next thing she knew was pain; the product of a knee strike meeting her guts followed by a roundhouse kick that she managed to dodge and grapple. She tried to break Vinyl’s leg by punching with all her might against her knee, but before she could even lift her hand properly, Vinyl used her other leg to deliver a devastating kick to her crotch.

“FFFFFUCKING WHORE!” Frosty screamed in pain, releasing her leg as both of them fell to the ground a moment prior. She grabbed her damaged groin, spitting and fuming in anger while the pain passed.

She didn’t get too much time as Vinyl, spinning on the ground like some sort of breakdancer, spun for a few seconds while making some fancy moves that culminated with flipping on her back. Not wanting to give her the upper hand, still in pain, got back on her feet and rushed to meet her foe head-on; her blood slowly being filled with adrenalin to ignore her pain.

The two girls began exchanging a flurry of attacks; punches, kicks, and slaps were the order of the day and no rule of honorable combat was followed. Still, Frosty soon found herself on the losing end. She was by no means a lousy fighter. Quite the contrary, she was one of the most feared (outside the bellicose members of the Shadowbolts) fighters in the entire Crystal Prep. But that came due to her brutality and sheer resilience rather than skill. Vinyl had humiliated her first winning aspect during Sugarcoat’s party, downing her in a single kick and now she was further humiliating her with her show of skill.

She was landing almost every hit, some were hard, others were soft but aimed to a nerve or pressure point that hurt even more than a strike of pure anger like the ones she was throwing. On the other side of the spectrum, she was lucky if half her strikes landed at all. It almost felt as if the alabaster girl was toying with her, biding her time to deliver some sort of monster attack.

And she was right.

Vinyl would have blushed on any other occasion for what she was about to do. It may have been on pure instinct, but the fact remained that when she finally found the opening she was waiting for in the increasingly wilder and furious attacks of Frosty, she took a move out of her favorite Mortal Kombat fighter, Sub-Zero, and did a swan spin using her left leg for balance and ducking to minimize her center of gravity. Then, she delivered a kick with her right foot so fierce onto Forty Orange’s gut that the girl coughed up blood and sent her flying a few meters away.

She watched her foe roll on the ground with the same grace of a dying gazelle for a few seconds until she hit a small wooden shed next to the barn. Perhaps she had kicked her too hard because the shed’s door opened and a shovel fell onto the ground. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was hatred. Maybe it was both things. But Frosty didn’t seem affected at all by the vicious kick and instead reached for the shovel and stood up with her weapon on hand; a smile of pure sadistic malice coloring her features.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Frosty Orange roared as she charged once more, her improvised weapon raised high before she began swinging wildly.

Gulping loudly, Vinyl jumped back evading the first strike sent her way. She proceeded to dodge the second and third and every subsequent attack. She ducked, dodged, and evaded all of Frosty’s attacks while at the same time she was infinitely glad that the orange-skinned girl was as angered as she was, or else the threat of getting struck by her shovel would be worse with coordinated, purposeful attack.

At the same time, however, that same anger and wild swinging prevented her from striking back due to the risk her unpredictability carried. Struggling and quickly getting tired of her constant dodging, Vinyl tried to think of a way to disarm Frosty and end the battle so she could go help her girlfriend who, up to that point, she had been prevented from watching. As if some God had heard her distress, she watched her green-haired girlfriend appear out of nowhere behind Frosty Orange. She was bruised, bloodied, and with an expression that to anyone else would look like that of a demon but to her, she was the most beautiful angel in existence.

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Lemon didn’t waste time and snatched the shovel her ex-girlfriend was wielding. With a mighty heave, she yanked it out of her grasp; tossing it far away and out of the reach of everyone. She saw Frosty Orange turn quickly only to see her enraged expression before charging forth. Aiming for her midsection, Lemon tackled the girl in the same manner a football player would against a runner. She heard the orange-skinned girl cry out in pain before unceremoniously falling to the ground.

The two lovers had only a moment to exchange a quick glance before the alabaster DJ leaped on top of her foe only to start pummeling with a flurry of punches. Frosty barely managed to protect her face using her arms while Lemon watched everything happen and trying to regain some energy.

A heavy footstep broke away her illusion of victory as she suddenly remembered she had only incapacitated her foe for a brief moment, not knocked her out for the count. Her mistake came crashing down at the back of her head in the form of a tremendous fist. The momentum of Octavia and the brute force of the punch made it so that they fell forward, stumbling unequivocally on top of the other two distracted women.

To the spectators, the four girls now looked like a heaping pile of anger, insults, blood, and frenetic, uncontrolled violence. They rolled around, caring little what or who they hit as long as their attacks landed somewhere fleshy.

“FUCKING WHORE!”

“GO SUCK A BAG OF DICKS, OCTAVIA!”

“I’LL FUCKING END YOU, MUTE BITCH!”

“DIE ALREADY, ZEST!”

“NOT BEFORE I WRECK YOU DAMN FACE MORE!”

“I’LL BITE YOUR DAMN EARS OFF!”

They rolled around for several moments until Lemon Zest and Vinyl Scratch claimed superiority by sitting on top of their respective target. Their clothes had seen better days and all four had at least one breast hanging out and Lemon had her entire lower part exposed while Frosty Orange had a huge opening on her backside. But that mattered not to the four girls.

Both Frosty and Octavia clawed at their foes with all their might, trying to kick, bite, spit, scratch, punch, scar, pinch… fucking anything to get them off but nothing worked. Octavia remained collected while it was obvious that Frosty was rapidly descending down the road of desperation, even more so when Vinyl resumed her pummeling.

Lemon wasn’t as fortunate and Octavia managed to bring her down, switching places of dominance before, again, being pushed onto her back and under Lemon’s control. This went back and forth while Frosty, in a fit of pure rage, managed to think of a sick tactic to use. Gathering as much of her pooling blood inside her mouth, she waited a few seconds to then unleash it on a steady spray across Vinyl’s face. The girl reeled back in agony, blinded by the stinging blood. Frosty punched her stomach, knocking her back, and stood up.

Through a monumental amount of pain, Frosty got to her feet, ready to end the fight. Meanwhile, now almost completely deprived of her vision, Vinyl could only seed red shadows and could only partially open her eyes as she fought against the terrible pain assaulting her eyes; nothing short of sharp needles piercing her corneas, but even so, she wasn’t down just yet.

She also stood up, fumbling on her feet and feeling more cloddish than ever before, but she managed to stand. She saw a figure approach her and she could vaguely make out the silhouette of Frosty Orange.

“Now… now I’m going to break your damn legs or maybe beat you up so much that not even the best surgeons in the world will be able to make you look half as good as you once were, Scratch,” Frosty spat and reached to tap the DJ’s shoulder, causing her to throw two quick blind punches. “Oh, how easy this will be!” She knew Vinyl was desperate, she could see it in her face. So it wasn’t a surprise when she shot a kick in her direction. A kick she caught by grabbing her ankle. “You really should learn new tricks, Vinyl. Now, time for payback!”

Suddenly, her bravado turned into confusion as she saw the fearful, desperate expression of Vinyl turn into a smug, victorious smirk. She didn’t know what happened next outside from a sharp, out worldly pain striking her head’s right side and then… darkness.

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Sunny Flare, Fluttershy, Trixie, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Spike, Rarity, and Sonata Dusk knew the fight was over as the carnage around them died almost simultaneously. The last embers of the fight came when they saw a distressed Vinyl trying to fight against a confident Frosty Orange. Their friend had thrown a kick but the damnable girl had caught it and had even gloated about it… only for Vinyl to smirk and, impossibly, use her right free leg to quite literally spin around on her axis, using her captured leg as leverage to deliver a kick so hard and loud they all could hear smack against Frosty Orange’s head, right on her cheek.

The orange-skinned woman was instantly stunned and she let go of Vinyl’s leg, allowing her to land safely. It was almost poetic, in a sense, to watch Frosty stumble slightly to one side, then to the other, and then, all on her own, fall to the ground unconscious.

“That only leaves Lemon and Octavia! Fluttershy, go to Sour Sweet! Rarity, go check on Sunset! I’ll go check on Sugarcoat. Trixie, mind checking on Applejack? Twilight, you go to Vinyl!” Sunny Flare ordered, being careful to leave Pinkie and Sonata out for the moment.

Fluttershy was the first to reach her objective and was surprised to find out that her friend was not unconscious, just highly delirious. “Sour Sweet! S-Stay still, I’ll use my powers to heal you up a bit!”

“Yyyyhou saw that ffffffucking walking fillet!? S-She called my Jibbles a chihuahua! My prrrrecious opossum, mah babeh Jibbles ain’t no ffffucking chihuahua!” Sour Sweet dragged on, bloody, and with derpy eyes.

On the other side, Rarity ran to meet up with a bloodied Sunset Shimmer and Sunny Flare didn’t think twice to dip into the pigpen to retrieve Sugarcoat after shaking her back into consciousness. Moments later she emerged with the barely awake girl in tow.

Applejack was fine for the most part, just a bit tired, much to Trixie’s relief. The surprise came when Twilight, having reached Vinyl, by far the least bruised and bloodied of them, desperately pointed at the still fighting Lemon Zest and Octavia Melody. Sugarcoat was stirred awake in full and Sour Sweet, now with her senses back to normal thanks to Fluttershy, saw the brutality of the two still fighting women.

Although, calling what they were having a fight was a charitable interpretation at that point. Somewhen when no one was looking, they had stopped rolling on the ground and were standing up, trading blows without mercy or any sense of agency. Then, unexpectedly, Octavia reached for Lemon’s throat and the DJ returned the gesture in kind; neither of them caring about what was happening around them and focused on the sole purpose of having only one standing tall over the corpse of the other.

Everyone was heavily bruised, some more bloodied and ruined than others. Sour Sweet could barely see through her massive black-eye, which was diminishing thanks to Fluttershy’s magic. Sugarcoat could barely stand, Vinyl had been bruised badly, Sunset had blood covering a lot of her body, either hers or from her foes, Applejack was even more bloodied and also incredibly bruised and her hands were stained red with Aria’s blood.

But Lemon Zest… she was a mess, a figure came out of a horror film after fighting the serial killer or monster of the film and having won by the slimmest of margins. Only that, she was still fighting and her opponent was looking the same as her, if not worse. They slowly fell to their knees, their hands clutched tightly around their throats.

Everyone could only stare in horror for what felt for eons until Octavia proved to be the weaker of the two and her grip loosened. Then, a hand moved to grasp one of Lemon’s wrists. Then, the other. As she began to choke, Lemon tossed her to the side, got to her feet, and kicked Octavia as if she wanted to score a field goal right on her belly. The cellist vomited a mix of what she had eaten for breakfast, bile, and blood plus an endless stream of drool.

Lemon snarled as if possessed and quickly jumped on Octavia as she violently gasped for air. Now that she was on top of her, their bellies pressed together and their breasts nearly touching, she moved her hands to coil around her foe’s throat again and she began to squeeze with all her might. Panic flashed before Octavia’s eyes and the realization that her hated enemy was really trying to kill her this time, all her disgust, anger, and fury now warped into a single mission and an expression that she found terrifying.

Panic turned into terror and terror into horror as she couldn’t breathe and Lemon kept squeezing harder. In desperation, she clawed against her hands and arms; Lemons gave not a single fuck at the dozens of new scratches, bleeding cuts, and punctures she got around her arms and face while more blood dripped out of her new wounds. Despite her increasing desperation, she didn’t cry, her fear coalesced into a mixture of hatred and horror as her fight or flight instinct kicked in. She tried to claw at her face, reach for her throat, pull her hair, kick her back; anything and everything to get her off.

“What’s wrong, Octavia? You wanted to do this to me, didn’t you, EH!? Come on, whore, fight back!” Lemon taunted, mocking her foe as she continued her assault. Octavia couldn’t reply but her eyes were enough to convey her burning feelings to her enemy.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, LEMON, STOP!” Sour Sweet shouted as she tried to tackle her friend but she was like a statue, immovable. Instead, she pulled at her waist while Vinyl tried to pull her back by pulling her back using her armpits as leverage. That didn’t stop her completely but allowed Octavia to breathe again. The cellist had tears on her eyes at that point due to the lack of oxygen but that didn’t matter to her as her hands now reached for Lemon’s throat once again.

“Simmer down, girl!” Applejack cried out, trying to pull against Octavia without using her superstrength. Joining her came running Sugarcoat, weakened but not out for the count she helped the farmer girl to pull back the cellist.

But their efforts seemed to only infuriate the two battling girls further. Without the reach to grasp each other’s throats, they settled for the second-best thing and grabbed a handful of each other’s hair, and began to pull. Neither cursed nor cried out in rage, they merely settled for fuming constantly, staring death with their eyes, and spitting wads of blood at each other in a pety attempt to further disgrace the other.

Sunset Shimmer and Sunny Flare jumped into the fray desperately trying to force them out of their vicious grip and pry their hands open. Things were further complicated when Lemon and Octavia, driven by their blind hatred, began to throw kicks randomly and now Sunset and Sunny had to dodge the wild kicks whilst trying to separate the two irate girls.

“ENOUGH!” Rarity screamed before a barrier of magic appeared between the two fighters.

Octavia lost her footing as Applejack and Sugarcoat lost their grip on her. But she made good use of the happenstance to tear out a full handful of Lemon’s hair, giving her a brand new haircut. Though it didn’t come without cost. Sunset had successfully pried off one of her hands but her other also tore away a chunk of her black hair. The two girls were about to continue their battle despite anything else when something unexpected happened.

“STOP!” A new voice no one had ever heard before made itself known. The hatred ended and the battle came to a halt as all eyes shifted towards a crying Vinyl Scratch. “Stop it already… please,” her voice was coarse, forced, she was clearly in pain, but it didn’t matter. Her voice was hardly beautiful, as it made some of them cringe at how pained and raspy it sounded; it was as if someone was trying to talk whilst attempting to swallow sand at the same time.

Lemon blinked. “W-What the--”

“---fuuuuuck?” Octavia finished.

“Stop it already, you two!” Vinyl demanded. “This has gone long enough, Octavia. I… I really loved you as my best friend… but now I can’t bear the thought of seeing you. Not after you willingly helped in the beating of two of my friends! And you, Lemon! I know you did your best but you were about to really kill her! What in the blazes were you thinking!?”

“Babe...”

“Vinyl…”

“No, shut up the two of you! This is over! I would be madder at you, Lemon, but you’re responsible for this, Octavia…,” her expression turned sour and crestfallen. Then, she continued. “I will always cherish our times together and how you helped me. But I can’t call you my friend anymore. Not after what you did… Lemon tried to kill you during your battle but that’s what you wanted to do from the start. And don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did last time… get out of my sight… I never want to see you again, Octavia…”

“Vinyl, please, I… I love you with all my heart!” Octavia pleaded.

“If you truly love me… then you would’ve understood why I could and will never love you the way you want, Octavia. I love Lemon more than anything and I’m going to marry her dumb, retarded ass someday. Now, please, for your own good, just go…,” Vinyl said, putting a hand to her throat and wincing in pain.

Octavia was about to say something through her tear-filled eyes but Lemon beat her to it, dropping to a knee. As she watched, Fluttershy took the chance to use her healing powers on her as much as they would allow.

“Well, fuck me,” Lemon chuckled, now visibly shaken and her anger forgotten. She was blushing madly but coughed as she looked up to Vinyl. “Hey, Sunny… could you pass me ‘that thing’?”

“Already ahead of you, Sour tits,” Sunny replied, pulling out a small white bow from within her satchel. Then, she passed it to Lemon.

Lemon nodded at her friend while the rest were starting to smile widely. With a cough, she continued. “I swear I had a speech ready… I was going to pop the question next week but… eh, fuck it, now it’s as good a time as ever after hearing you say that you’ll be willing to spend the rest of your life at my side and tolerate my stupidity and stubborn ass! Which, I do know for a fact is an asset you like a lot about me, reewr~,” earning a few chuckles, she pressed on. “Vinyl… I literally have no words to express myself right now. I fucking suck at making speeches and half the time my attempts at romance blow in my face. Literally. Who knew baking a damn cake was so hard? But I digress. Vinyl Integra Scatch--”

“She has a second name!?”

“Holy fuck, Integra!?”

“--would you give me the great honor of kicking their asses after our wedding is done and I rock your world as I make you my wife?” She asked, sending a quick glare at Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet, the two that had spoken out.

“IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Rarity squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. “I demand the exclusive rights to make your ensembles, I will take nothing short of a yes for an answer!”

“Yes, you dumb idiot. A thousand times yes!” Vinyl replied before Lemon put a silver ring engraved with musical notes on it. Then, after admiring her ring finger for a few seconds, she threw herself at Lemon’s arms, kissing each other ignoring the blood and anything else around them.

Everyone else was distracted by the heartfelt (if awkward) proposal. It was no wonder why no one saw Frosty twitching a minute earlier. Why no one saw her stand up and pick up the shovel as the proposal progressed. Why no one saw her charge at Vinyl’s back until she was looming behind her.

No one… except for Octavia.

“RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Forty Orange bellowed, all eyes turned to her.

But before anyone could scream or react, Octavia was already on top of the crazed blue-haired woman. An open palm strike met her face, the impact forcing her to drop her makeshift weapon before Octavia, brutally and coldly, pushed back against her momentum only to slam her on the ground, knocking her unconscious for the second time in an instant. The impact was so strong and tremendous that three of Frosty’s teeth flew out of her mouth and Octavia’s right hand was stained with her blood.

Everyone looked at the cellist for long moments until she straightened herself, cleaned her bloodied hand on one of her thighs, sighed… and then began to walk away in the direction from when she had arrived.

“...I’m moving to Germany next week… have a good life, Vinyl. And take care of her, Lemon.”

That was all she said before continuing on her way, hot tears dropping to the ground as she walked but never uttering a single mournful cry or sniffle.

The battle had ended at long last.

Chapter Four End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!