Hearts of the Taken

Rarity and Spike wandered the plains together. Spike was adolescent and could breathe fire able to kill, not to mention his claws. Rarity had found a katana on an obese pony back in another town. Who knew that cutting fabric with scissors for years could make a pony so proficient with a blade.
"Where are we going to go anyway?" Spike asked, for maybe the seventh time, his voice was also significantly deeper.
"I don't know Spike, is there anywhere safe you know of?" she said impatiently
"Don't get snippy, this isn't my fault." he said glaring at her.
The bushes nearby rustled and snapped. A dark pony stepped out and looked at them both, he attempted to step back. Rarity drew her blade and leaped at the pony, he rhythmically sidestepped and slid away. He drew his blade and the two became locked in an swarm of sparks and swinging metal. They finally were entrapped in sword on sword lock. Another rustle was heard in the bushes. Spike turned and blew a fireball in that direction.
"NO!" he kicked Rarity, and swiped the fireball. It was reflected at Spike, knocking him down. He was prepared to stand when the dark pony pointed the blade at him.
Rarity stood up and lunged at him, but he was too fast and disarmed her. Vines erupted from the earth, and bound Rarity. A silver unicorn stepped out from the bushes. Her horn was aglow with magic. Spike tackled the dark pony, and was about to claw him. Click! A familiar sound of a flintlock pistol being armed. Spike felt a poke in his stomach.
"Checkmate!" he said smiling, he kicked him off.
"For the sake of social convention, I'm Wonder, and this is Ivy." he said bowing
She bowed as well. "So, where do we go from here?" she clapped her hooves together.