Cheerilee smiled towards her students, today's subject was self defense and she'd already explained that a pony can't always count on having a weapon on them when they are attacked and decided it was time to test what the class had learned.

She looked over her students, noting who seemed eager, who seemed afraid and then looked over to her two star pupils, Diamond Tiara and Sweetie Bloom. The two were both her best students and bitter rivals, each leading their own gang. She knew that picking either one would add fuel to the fire between them, but where was the harm in that?

"Diamond Tiara, can you tell me how to use a no weapon object in this room and describe how it could be used for combat?

Cheerilee noted the gleeful smile the young mare gave Apple Bloom, who looked furious and decided to add even more fuel to their rivalry; "And be creative please," knowing all too well that Apple Bloom was more of a doer than a thinker, so Diamond got an opportunity to show her up in this one.

"Of course," Diamond replied and began to count out;"

"Number one: the desks, they are obstacles you can manipulate to control your opponent's movements, and they can also be turned over to be used as shields, you can hide beneath them and they are heavy enough to be lethal if dropped from a sufficient height."

"Very good, I believe you just earned yourself an A in defense," Cheerilee announced to her student, who beamed in return.

Apple Bloom wasn't smiling however, she was scowling, her hoof shot angrily into the air.

"Yes Apple Bloom?"

"Miss Cheerilee," the yellow mare whined, "I don't think that's fair."

"How so?" the teacher inquired, rolling her eyes. Diamond

"She didn't mention the most important use!" Apple Bloom insisted.

"Which is?" her teacher prompted, somewhat curious.

As was her use, Apple Bloom didn't respond with words but with action.

The young mare reached out, grabbed the hoof of her pink rival and pulled, hard.

The whole class went silent as Diamond's head slammed against the side of Apple Bloom's desk with an audible crack.

"That one," the earth mare exclaimed smugly from her now bloody desk as her rival slid limply to the floor.

Cheerilee smacked her lips unhappily, that was going to be tartarus to clean up, not to mention the paperwork.

"Not very creative," she eventually announced, giving Apple Bloom a disapproving glare, "that's a C at most."

Ignoring the booing of Apple Bloom's supporters, and the cries of despair of those students who had sided with the wrong horse, Cheerilee continued on with her lesson.

"As Apple so rudely demonstrated, any hard object can be used as a lethal bludgeon, so let's move on to our next item, chairs."

Author's Note

I'm not updating this as often as I'd like, but here is the last manifestation of my madness, enjoy.

The prompt was: Deskside