Cynder is 'not Spikes special somedragon'

By: Black--Soul

Inspired by:
harlock5399 now Silas5399

From the story: Reborn as a dragon

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Chapter 11 - Duel of fates,
Equestrian vs Minatorian 1/2

Bright Macintosh and Iron Faith stand after 10 minutes still in place. The sun was beating merciless down on them. In about 1 hour and 30 minutes would the sun be lowered and the moon would be raised.

The Minatour unlike Bright Mac had a dark fur coat, so night time was not on the ponies side.
But what was on his side was the solid, yet technicaly still dirt ground. While the Minatour Iron Faith was chewing imaginary straw, did Bright Mac used the silent stand off to draw magic from the ground to empower himself.

He did it carefully only through the frogs of his hooves, instead of doing it as one would expect through the hooves keratin foundation.
A neat trick a Black Hooves Earthpony had teached him and his wife.

While the Minatour would wonder what the pony was waiting for, did Bright Macintosh muscles standed relaxed as to hide how they keep expanding. Unfortunately the moment he would so mutch as move his neck, would he no longer be able to hide it.

Iron Faith was surprised how mutch the pony seem to relaxing at the moment. He didn't use magic to draw power from the Earth, since his hooves are not glowing like cheap nightlights.

Maybe he was waiting for the Night time?
Unlike the ponies bright fur coat, his was dark. The shadows would favor him.

Perhaps the pony was unsure how long the potion he drink needed to get into his blood? If he didn't know that it already was in full effect, than he would not correct his enemy.
Never interrupt your enemy to make mistakes, exploit them ruthlessly.

While the pony was waiting for the potion to take effect, did he used the time to surface scan the arena they are in. No stones to throw, no sand to blind his opponent, no trees to uproot and use as a club and no water to drown the pony in.
It was well stomped in hard earth or some earth covered stone.

The observing crowd enjoyed the stand off, it seem they enjoyed the show as stalled as it was currently.

He would wait for the Sun to set before he used the darkness to hide his movements better.
Just one good thrust with his horns and the fight would be over, when he leave his opposition to bleed out.

A clever bull never played the hero and the only goal he had was surviving, until he could try his luck in another nation.
With some luck, would he find a peaceful life with honest work somewhere else.
If the fates are with him, he might meet another dragon hatchling that he could kill for some coping.

Bright Macintosh was lucky, his opposition had given him all the time he needed.
35 minutes until the twilight was giving away to night time.
He had all he could hide and now it was his time to play his hoove cards.

This was for his family safety, for their happiness and peaceful foalhood. His princess had warned him... Celestia told him they would be coming for Cynder, it was only a matter of time.

Over - his - dead - fucking - cold - corpse!

So he spoke up:
"My name is Bright Macintosh of the apple family clan, you tried to murder my family.
Blood related or not.
Prepare to die."

Iron Faith was flinching in surprise when the Earthponys inhaled sharply and his bodys frame extend massively! What was going on? His hooves still didn't glow and noone would dare work any charms on Celestias and his Ambassadors watchful gaze.

Was he a fool to refuse the flask offered?
Did they spiked both and he declined a beserker potion or a hulking up potion?
Minatour are jacked by nature, he excercised so he was having a even more massive frame than others.

This farm pony just got from very well trained to absolutely fucking ridicules. He see that one white Pegasus foal with tiny wings and impressive muscle mass.

This pony just bench press two of them for morning breakfast!

O... by his mothers udders, he doubt that Night time was going to be a point of consideration... was his enemy really only a farmer?

Bright Mac was bursting, his muscles screaming with magic that begged to be released.
So he do approached his enemy.

His muscle already made the ground beneath him sink slightly in, his body was shaking with slightly stiff movements.

He would have less than 30 minutes time, before his body would collapse and he would not get up again. Everything or nothing.

"My name is Bright Macintosh of the apple family clan, you tried to murder my family.
Blood related or not.
Prepare to die."

Bright Macintosh was so coldly delivering this line, that he had just frightened himself.
His hate for the Minatour had unexpectedly vanished.
Only a cold certainty filled him, he would now move over to his enemy to murder him in ice cold blood.

The Minatour had to give it to the farm pony, his delivery left no uncertainty, that he was coming over to kill him. But this game could be played by two!

Time to earn his freedom and leave Equestria behind him.

This would blow up in Celestias face one way or another!

She observed how Bright Macintosh just used a extreamly effective, but outright suicidal Earthpony Black Hoove technique.
He had in a untrained state 10 minutes to end this fight or he would collapse on the spot.
Already she see through a spell him bleeding internally, his bodies muscles slowly started to come apart.

Even after getting out of the arena unharmed, he would be bed ridden for months!

This duel was about to be ended very brutally, one way or another. She give Bright Mac with his current expenditures of magic now 9 minutes and 10 seconds.

The Minatour Ambassador was in his office for 30 years and see a lot in his days, before he become a dedicated Ambassador for Equestrian and Minatorian matters. This was plainly the best and most comfortable position to ask for.

Ponies are peaceful and easy going outside nobility that he had to endure 4 days of the week.

Their military was geared towards defense and stalling the enemy, since Celestia was the one taking over the offensive parts.

Armys in historical documents reduced to ash and slag in minutes. Areas glassed and said glass was harvested for pony needs and wants.

Civilian population had no concept of military grade magic or training. Even self defense was very rudimentary at best.

How the bloody udder of Minatorian cows of old, did this Earthponys 'farmer' just used military grade techniques?

Unless the flasks both are spiked from the begin with, this was so far outside usual or unusual that this was almost Rockhoove levels of rare.

They be having someone laying in his own blood before twilight was over... so mutch was sure, blunt force attacks would cause bleeding, even if less than slash and stab wounds resulted it.

It was just good that he ask for the second flask to be levitated towards him, by noone less than his host high Princess Celestia. He would get that flask to his doctor the second he stepped into the ambassadorial building of Minatoria!

Because if the flask was not the cause of the physical changes, than even the least activ magic using subspecies of pony kind would be terrifyingly efficient in any magic usage in conflict to come.
When even a farmer was so proficient, how terrifyingly efficient would be dedicated soldiers?
Would royal guard or even the royal assassins of Equestria be within any of their own military capacity to be keeping them in a stalemate?

By the grassroots of his family farm, he would have one Tarterus off a story to tell his calves, once he returned in his next vacation window.

Naysay was watching the arena grounds from the beginning. The Minatour unfortunately had enough brain capacity to ask for possible 'foul play', his hired alchemist had not risk to use any obviously spiked potions. All he did include in the potions that possibility get used by both, was a pain suppressor and a nutrition supplement.

Nothing that would be unusually in blood pressure or bleeding suppressor potions.

When he noticed how the low nobelpony of the apple family clan started to gain magic without visible collecting them, did he suspected someone casting a spell on the earthpony farmer.

A spell to see mana flow showed how the apple patriarch actually was collecting magic, without showing any signs. He would have to use his black market connection to research this.
Probably a antic family member inherited spell, given from generation to generation in case war ever reared its ugly face once more.

Extremely rare and bloody valuable to sell to others!
No doubt was it going to have massive sledgehammer to the health consequences.
But in a fight to the death? When tomorrow was the only goal, next years heart attack or brain neurological failure was something cared for later.

This changed just about anything.
If Bright Macintosh of the apple family clan would survive this, than he would be a very rich pony for giving away his family secret war time battle magic technique to the Naysay family clan.

Of course would Naysay make it 10 times more profitable for himself to exclusively selling the knowledge in backdoor deals, but the apple clan would be bloody rich anyway.
So who should care?

Naysay hear the pony speak up:

"My name is Bright Macintosh of the apple family clan, you tried to murder my family.
Blood related or not.
Prepare to die."

Actually Naysay only 5 times the profit would be more fair. It was for the betterment of his fellow ponies after all... no profit is worth the risk to get that stallion aggravated against him or his clan.

The audience was truly seeing something only heard in legends and stories of old.
The nobels class usually could bearly wipe their own flanks clean with help, but this Rockhoove level stud just had every stallion feeling extremely inadequately and giving the mares wet seats.

If they didn't come to witness a duel to the death, the mares would be standing in line to get breed by this absolutely wingless and hornless Alicorn level alpha stud.

He confidently and slowly moved over to the beastly biped that tried killing defenseless minors!

By Celestias flaming teets, this was so unreasonable hot, that they might jump him after the duel was done.

Every mare in attendance hoped that Bright Macintosh of the apple family clan, was a national seed banks donating stallion.
This Rockhoove levels of absolutely flabbergasting stud was probably hung enough to be Princess Celestias secret foal daddy!

Bright Macintosh was always very gregarious and rough and tumble farm pony with a good sense of right and wrong. He is the type to wear his heart on his metaphorical sleeve. He give you the metaphorical shirt off his back or the last bit in his coin purse if he could spare some, he would be the type to throw himself into danger to rescue someone without a second thought.

But if you ever wrong his family or somecreature he cares about, you would made a very dangerous enemy for a very short life.

This Minatour has attempted to murder his family, insulted his foal with scales and had not even the decency to make more than a token effort to ask for forgiveness.

Today Bright Macintosh would take one life and if necessary lay down his life to...

No...
No...
No...

No he would not lay down his life, he would make sure that every singel motherbucking threat to his family would lay down their lifes!

Anyone could die and take the easy way out, he would do it the hard way, the apple way.
He would life with his actions today, so his family had a chance to escape the madness to come.

Let the enemy of his clan come forthright to him.
He be dealing with them hard and swiftly, until his time among the living was over.
When his time was up and he could meet his Ancestors and they cast him out of the fields of Elysium, because he had slaughtered those who had threatened the ones he loved and cared for.

He be only sorry to have not lifed longer to keep his clan safe and sound.
No rest for the wicked, no rest for the justifying of a stallion making peace of the fact that he was about to become a murderer, no matter what he told himself.
But in the end of the day...

He could life with it, he would life with it, until the end of his existance.

May he be drowning in guilt and a pool of his and the enemies blood, he would keep his beloved above it all. So they never would have to.

Because there was no price to high for the happiness of his clan.

As Bright Macintosh came out of his contemplations, did he standed infront of his over him towering enemy and he spoke loud and clear, yet with a coldness that made even Celestia suddenly shudder in appearedly potent fright:

"My name is Bright Macintosh of the apple family clan, you tried to murder my family.
Blood related or not.
Prepare to die."

Author's Note

Universe 13 of the 'Draconequus Continuum' Synths Hiveship
Chapter 3: Arrival in Pandora, Capitol of Abesinia
&
Chapter 4: Establishment in Abesinias City's
Is roughly the political situation in the world of Equus/Equis.

Just in case you want to know the roughly shaped political/Nation situation. Minus the Synths that don't exist in this 'Displaced' story.

Inspired by me playing
'Civilizations V'
While i control 12 factions in the 'Hot-Seat' game mode.

Gore warning for the next chapter. You might want to skip it if you didn't like to read it.
The gore tag was selected for that and other 'to the death' combat chapters.

Stay snuggly

Last time edited:
10.04.2024