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 12 - Duel of fates,
Equestrian vs Minatorian 2/2

Bearly did they standed face to crouch area, did Bright Macintosh tried to rear up to strike with his forelegs, but accidentally jumped back about two meters.

That had saved him from a knee to the face and when the Minatour charged, did both pony and his charging bipedal enemy are equally surprised for a moment, when fore hooves meet his fists knuckles with bone damaging effect.

Both flinching in pain when the attack left a mark on them both, with Iron having blooded fists and Bright Mac suffering painful hairline cracks in his forelegs and hooves keratin outer layer.

While the Minatour was surprised how swift his opponent had reacted and countered, did Bright Macintosh was without showing it outwardly slightly panicking that has body coordination just went to Tarterus in a hoove basket.

While Iron Faith was attacking and wondering how a farmer was giving him trouble breaking its defenses down, did Bright Mac desperately tried to keep his body under control.

When after two minutes the Minatour had to halt his assault do to being out of breath, did Bright Mac desperately attacks his enemy. His missed presumed headbutt attacks and missed forelegs punches. Yet it didn't betray how uncertainty and fear guided his hooves overall.

Only the Black Hoove Agents present and a few Pegasus royal guards see how mutch Bright Mac struggle to hold his body in check or how uncoordinated his body was responding under his body transformation.

Meanwhile did the ponies in the audience cheerful shouted praise about Bright Mac combat prowess.

Iron Faith was to busy to notice Bright Mac real situation with him having to deflect his clearly stronger opponent endless attacks and the growth of pain in fists and leg hooves, that deflected the attacks and suffered more and more damage through blunt force trauma wasn't helping along.

It had been merely 4 minutes since Bright Macintosh was using his Black Hoove learned technique, but both opponents where masking their pain in war cries.

Bright Mac had totally overestimated his ability to use this technique and underestimated everything else. Pure desperation guided his cracked forelegs, until the pain was to mutch and he closed his eyes for long enough for Iron Faith to get behind him.

Iron Faith had no longer any feeling outside pain in his fists, this demon of a pony was ruthlessly attacking him and he had no doubt that his fists are about to break.

So he needed to get behind his enemy and land one quick stab to the stallion.

No matter how well trained this farmer was, that technique had to really have major drawbacks on his stamina. He know from reading zebra potion books, that hulking up and beserker potions overworked the heart.

Sooner or later would he have to collapse, he just had to... he could not die here, because he tried to kill that little shitstain, there isn't existing something like a innocent dragon.

Just one good stab and his own muscles expanded mass should make the bleeding suppressor irrelevant. It had to or he would die... die to a monster in the disguise of a peaceful pony.

Celestia had seen a lot in her long difficult rule in Equestria, this was just another day in her office that she hated the most.

Bright Macintosh had 3-4 minutes roughly left until he would collapse.

When he closed from the body strain and pain his eyes for a moment to long, did the Minatour had naturaly taken adventage of it to get behind him.
Usually a bad idea with a earth tribe ponies strength being in its hind legs, but Bright Macintosh redicules frame blocked his view from behind. The neck muscles simply to crowded through bloating to perform as usual.

When the Minatour tried to stab Bright Macintosh, did both factions of the fight had taken a critical blow.

This fight had to be ended in 2 minutes and 30 second tops by Bright Macintosh or Iron Faith was walking free.
Black Hoove level of techniques are for efficiency and well timed use, the apple farmer had neither.

Iron Faith was now clearly in the winning to a well trained eye, after simply waiting for Bright Mac to die shortly after the technique wear off.
Do to internal bleedings would Bright Macintosh not make it to the next sunrise without seriouse medical assistance.

While the bull Iron Faith probably didn't know how mutch Bright Mac had ruined his own body in record time, would even a fool recognize a out cold enemy in a duel to the death.

Time was ticking and Lady Death was patience incarnated. Someone was coming her way very soon... if not both parties of this duel.

Iron Faith and Bright Macintosh shouted their agony into the air and the audience went instantly dead silent.

Bright Macintosh had blindsided by his condition and enemy movement hoped for the best and blind bucked where he hoped to hit something.

He hit and was hit at the same time in return.

Iron Faith had just lost his right horn, when Bright Mac blind hindleg buck hit it.
In turn did Iron Faith managed with his left horn to hit Bright Macintosh left hindleg thigh.

Iron Faith was bleeding from the horn stump, while Bright Macintosh was bleeded from the pierced left thigh.

Both opponents backed away in pain, but unlike Bright Macintosh that had his hole body starting to quit, did Iron Faith had only his fists and right horn ruined.

Roughly 2 minutes would be seeing the very bloody end of this duel.

Bright Mac frame visibility reduced when he lost control of his body, once he was stabbed.
To his luck did the stabbed area got pressed together by his body returning to normal size and working in concert with the alchemy bleeding suppressor, giving him a chance to go down swinging.

Iron Faith partially in delirious combat 'fight or flight instinct' kicked in and he grabbed the hindlegs of his enemy.

While wildly swinging the pony in a circle, did his grip slipped eventually and the pony crashed besides his broken off horn right into the wall. Headtrauma meeting everything else, did bad become worse when Bright Macintosh cursing internaly was down for the count temporarily.

But the pain of his body overall brought him with all his adrenalin back enough to notice the broken off horn.
With him having lost fighting fair, would he have to fight dirty.

This debacle is not over yet.
He had been almost defeated, but they would see him go down swinging.
'Who wins' was perhaps not so important as who would 'following him into defeat'.

He would make his clans enemy bleed for their victory.

What could a farmer do that their enemies aren't willing to?
How does this affect all those involved left behind?

Their was the physcial and the mental price of ones actions. In victory or defeat, there was always a after.

If Bright Macintosh Apple could manage to make it do so that any victory is to costly, perhaps that would make enough threats back away...
To give his family a chance of normality.

The point of interest isn't in 'who wins', it is in how much he would make the enemy bleed for it.

In a fight to the death, was that just to be expected anyway.

Iron Faith was furious, he had just lost his right horn. Minatorian bulls and cows did take a lot of pride in their horns, as symbols of strength and health. This pony would have at the latest now a death warrant earned from Iron Faith, if not already in a death duel.

He staggered slightly clutching his bleeding horn stump with little success stopping its flow painting the grounds crimson.
Since they both bleeded and he had a open head wound was time of the essence.

Time to end this with his own hands, instead of waiting for the pony to kick the bucket from his stabbing wound.

While the bull Iron Faith walked toward his fallen pony opponent, spraying thin high pressure blood stains all over the arena, did he continuously started to wonder if his vendetta against dragon kind had really been worth losing so mutch.

His wagon, his standing in Equestria, his horn...
Perhaps after he killed this asshole infront of him, he actually was going to try find a nice cow and lay low. Unlike the pony in a few minutes, did he had to see what the future would bring him.

Naysay was very displeased how it looked like that Minatour bull Iron Faith was going to win this.
Bright Macintosh Apple wasn't getting up, probably do to the stabbing wound and his secret family technique having taken to mutch out of him.

Bright Macintosh was laying in a puddle of liquid that most likely was him bleeding out at the moment.
Horseapples sucking non-pony was walking towards his fellow layed low nobelpony to strike the final blow... getting of free upon winning this duel.

Naysay wasn't expecting to miss his opportunity to talk to Bright Macintosh Apple about his familys secrets combat technique. The stallion was at least hoping that his wife might could get the information.
His wife was a capable mare, she might coax out the knowledge of the Apples family out of Butter Cup Apple.
It was always worth a try...

The Minatorian Ambassador was in one way pleased that his fellow Minatour had apperently the victory in hand, unfortunately did he suspected Princess Celestia would not be so generously toward them the next trading agreement that was coming around as a result.

Worse, calves murdering Minatours of any race really got his fatherly instincts raging. Dangerously dancing on his discipline edge.
He would have to bite his teeth down on his tongue, not knocking the bullshit out of him verbally or physically.
He would be doing his duty, but this bull better never meet him again after they parted ways when they left Equestria behind.

Iron Faith stand right behind Bright Mac that was still facing the wall, he had been thrown into head first. The blood puddle below him was noticed despite the twilight growing darker.
The Minatour know that his enemy was done for.

He probably would have ended the fight fast and without any monolog, if the pony hadn't bucked off his horn to places unknown.

So he wouldn't miss the opportunity to drive in his victory before ending the duel.

"Where is all that hot shit you spouted just like a minute ago? Remind me what did you tell me again?"

The Minatour smirked in satisfaction.
It didn't even slipped when the dying pony slurred his phrase for a last time with conviction...

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

This would be the last time he would say it today.

When Iron Faith turned his enemy around to have the satisfaction to see his enemys eyes lose their life when he would choke him to death, did he not noticed what Bright Mac wide right foreleg hide with its girth.

When the Minatour started to choke him, did Bright Mac stabbed Iron Faith right in his genital sheet and janked it out.
Before the Minatour could cover his dick up that had now two holes in it instead of one.

The Minatour screaming in pure agony his pain into the air with exposed neck, quickly changed into a gurgling when Bright Macintosh ripped with the acquired horn the bulls throat out.

The Minatorian bull tried to step away from this monster of a equine, but after only 2 steps he fall to his knees.

Right hand clutching his sheave and left hand trying to stopping the bleeding of his ripped open throat, didn't the dying bull see in his shock how the pony was rearing up to buck at him.

He could not understand why he was suddenly infront of Princess Celestia blood stained face surrounded by a glow.

But when Iron Faith heard Celestia words, did his mouth dropped open with the knowledge hitting him with realization what was going on.

"The dragon is alive and well, you just lost life and head for nothing. Rest well in the knowledge that you thrown away a life of peace in Equestria, where Harmony embraces everycreature.
Dragon kind included."

Ambassador of Minatoria got handed over the hornless head of the former Minatorian citizen
Iron Faith of the Iron Horn family clan.
He would be set to rest in his homeland,
freed of all sins in life acquired.
May his death settle all his tabs.
May the eternal milk rivers keep him feeded,
until the end of times.

The announcement of the end of the duel was not followed with cheers or celebration.
For today nothing was gained and mutch was lost.
Stallions morn the passing of a fellow stallion.
Mares for having lost a worthy sire for a foal.

Consciousness fleed the stallion Bright Macintosh Apple even before the light of Iron Faith life faded from his eyes.

Not learning of him actually decapitating his enemy, instead of just knocking him out to spare him a dreadful death.

For he was lead into the darkness before Iron Faith was embraced by it, following his opponent into the realm after ones body had expired.

Bright Macintosh did not leave the arena that day a proud winner.
The twilight before the night, hiding the growing crimson pool of his dying body.

Author's Note

Sometimes life and death are unkind.

Until next time in:
Cynder is 'not Spikes special somedragon'

Stay snuggly

Last time edited:
10.04.2024