Canterlot Academy Trials

The fight between Fang and Beel would rage on. The two continued to punch, slash, and strike each other. Both were covered in various pained wounds that bled into their fur, turning the former black, white, and red all over while the latter was a mix of orange that turned into red across her body.

Eventually though, Sha’Beel would take the upper hand, and manage to grasp Fang’s leg before swinging him over her head and slamming him into the ground. Before he could react or say anything, she pounced upon him with one of her paws pushing his neck into the ground, threatening to crush his throat.

But all Fang did was reply with a haggard, manic laugh. “Hehehe…ahahaha!”

“...what are you laughing about, dog?”

“You’re…you’re full of shit,” he muttered through a pained smile as he glared at her, “Pieces of shit like you think you’re better than everyone else all because of the garbage you’ve been spoonfed to you by some fool in martial arts attire.” He coughed, and continued, “...let me tell you something…you don’t know what true pain is.”

“...how…how dare you?!” she roared in return, baring her fangs in his face, “Of course I do! I’ve had no one to take care of me from birth! The Master is the one who’s cared for me and enrolled me into that Academy curriculum.”

“Exactly…you have no emotional attachments that will affect you in your lifetime,” he coughed again, and his smile waned as he thought about his family, “...my mother will be dead soon. That will leave many parentless children in my household…including myself. Think about how we’ll feel. Think about someone other than your-fucking-self for once in your life.”

“...” Sha’Beel froze with an uncertain expression on her face. For the first time, she actually gave thought to someone else’s perspective instead of her own. The pain this diamond dog man was set to feel for his mother and family; pain he had no choice but to accept despite continuing…did that make him stronger than her?

And just like that…

SHINK!

The tigress abyssinian’s eyes widened as she felt a shooting pain in her body….

Fang had sunken the claws of his left paw directly into her cleavage, clawing through her flesh which loosened her grip on his neck.

He then yanked his claws upwards, slashing through her chest, neck, and up to her chin with enough force to throw him off of her and cause her to tumble about before flopping on the ground nearby as a husk…barely breathing.

Fang would then stand up, and glare at her over his shoulder. “...do yourself a favor and get a life.”

With that, he left her alone, a defeated husk of a person as he looked to arrive and assist his teammates with Odu.

Unfortunately, it was absolutely not going well.

Rufus screamed at the top of his lungs with each punch he threw from his hooves. His yak biology allowed him to essentially force himself to utilize reserved strength that he carried within his body for emergencies. The blood vessels in his head and neck popped as he cocked a sadistic smile on his face as he stared at the ground…

And the very next punch that Odu threw at him…

BLAM!

The tiger man’s eyes went wide, gasping as he witnessed his fist collide with the yak’s much smaller hoof. By some miracle, Rufus had actually stopped Odu’s fist dead cold. It resulted in such a harsh impact that all of the trees in the surrounding area had been forcefully blown away from, and outwards in all directions from the impacting wind.

Odu, stunned and only able to utter small breaths from his lips, glanced at the yak who was now wearing an almost slasher sort of smile with his body noticeably thinner with his muscles now pushed tightly against the skin beneath his fur akin to that of a minotaur or centaur.

“...I’m the King of Grappling,” he muttered in a low tone through his smile, exchanging his usual boisterous tone for a more unhinged, cold one, “...don’t fuck with me.”

Before Odu could react, Rufus twisted the tiger man’s arm and forced him to the ground where he’d snap it in the wrong direction and break the limb at the elbow joint, followed by a quick roll into a spin and throw in which he let go of Odu and flung him into the dojo, sending him crashing through several walls.

“GRGH!” Odu hissed and rebounded once the dojo had collapsed in on itself, to which Rufus had spring into action as well, leaving a crater where he once stood.

Meanwhile, as Spearklip was healing Lee’s body damage with a zebra chant, Uziel managed to walk up to her and ask a question.

“...What…what’s Rufus doing?”

“...Yaks store a lot of spare fat in their muscles that they can tap into at any given time,” Spearklip explained, “...they call it their ‘Body Force’ essentially.”

Uziel watched as Rufus would trade blows with the tiger man. The yak’s ‘Body Force’ had taken the form of a solid white aura that was the result of his sweat burning off of his body at an alarming rate, causing him to emit a cloud of steam that made it appear as though it was magic.

“...he’s amazing…” the goblin muttered as more blood gushed from her nose that she covered with her hand. “Ergh…but this is bad…he’s gonna hurt himself at this rate.”

At last, Fang arrived on the scene and asked, “...what’s going on?! What happened to the dojo?! Where’s Rufus?!”

“...Up there!” Spearklip called out, pointing her hoof at what looked to be two figures fighting in the sky!

“What the devil!?”