Wolfe

Are you quite angered, my friend and brethren? Dawg, I got dis chillin dope out in da back. Wanna hit the pipe and fly?

Brave nods to Artsy as she jumbles across to the door. Upon the door closing, he takes a closer look at the flyer. Still the same message. Nothing seemed to point to any certain idea. Maybe there was something in the back? He took a hoof and placed it on the paper, but realized, once again, no fingers. Time for some improv... Brave laid down, with belly on the floor. He placed his hooves on each end of the paper. He slid one to the other and the paper made a little hump. Once there was enough room, he stuck his snout into the little gap and lifted the paper. In one swoop, Brave tucked his right hoof under the paper and lifted while he blew a bit of air onto the other side. Eventually, the paper turned over. What effort... He adjusted himself to the see the other side, but unfortunately, it was blank. Just some crumble marks here and there. What a waste of time and effort... Stop that... He looked at the paper again and seemed to zone in on it. The white back seemed to close in on him and it was all Brave could see. He pulled back and then he saw blue cabinets lined up around him. Behind him specifically was an open bathroom. ...What? Wait, this is... the changing room...? In the dojo... ~~~~~ Brave, once again, was passed out on the floor. His body laid flat in front of the blank side of the flyer. He seemed to be really exhausted. He has never had to deal with such an injury before. ~~~~~ Brave realized he was in his karate dojo. The place where he got stronger, more agile, and more skillful in the martial arts He looked down to see himself as a human, once again. He was wearing a white garment; his karate gi. Brave also saw himself wearing a blue belt, shin guards and karate gloves. He took a look at the clock in the room. The hands were held at 8:20. It was usually the time he sparred with the other students. Before heading out the door, he went into the bathroom area to go to the mirror. His heart skipped a beat when he saw himself faceless once more. He was still "unidentifiable," he thought. He looked down to where he remembered that gash being. He moved his left hand under his gi and felt the area. It was dry, but there was a palm sized scab. He left it at that, not wanting any pain stopping him. From the corner of his eye, something past behind him from the reflection of the mirror. Brave immediately jumped around and tried to spot who ever, or what ever it was. Must be Discord... but why is he going on the offensive so soon? His heart started pounding quickly. He got nervous once more as he glanced the white tiled bathroom on one side and the wooden floored changing room on the other. And there was the black, glassy door on the end of the changing room. It went out to the small hallway to the mat. To spar. To practice. "...be brave... be Brave... ...Be Brave..." Slowly, Brave made a step. And another. And one more. Closer to the door. Until he had a handle on the door. He had a feeling he was out there. Discord was waiting. Maybe as his opponent. He turned around and looked at the clock... 8:19. Had to be Discord if he moved back time by one minute. *TICK*... Two minutes... He took a big breath in. He held it in for a few seconds and exhaled. Be brave... He pushed the door and stepped through.

"Whoa... did I eat the wrong sandwich...?" I am a cut piece of paper!

Today's date? Brave said as he walked toward what Artsy was looking at on the ground. He winced every so often as he made each step toward the flyer, due to his injury. Don't know actually... He took a look at the crumpled flyer on the floor. Grand Galloping Gala? Never was one for parties... Princess Celestia and Luna... She did mention one of those princesses had given her that message. Maybe this is her? And is it that one pony I saw when I first came to this place...?... Formal Attire... Welp... I could tie a tie if I had hands... Brave read and reread the flyer to make sure but something struck him as odd. His eyes sharply glanced at the page, scrolling from left to right over and over. It wasn't because it was free, but it was in honor for the farmers that lost crops in this "Chocolate Rain Epidemic." Meaning this weird oddity was caused by Discord. If Discord is still out there, then he could easily cause chaos at this Gala. He could be setting a trap. This flyer itself could be a trap, or maybe the princesses know about it and are setting a trap for him, or know we needed to see them. Or maybe they're setting up a trap for Discord... Oh boy... there's so many possibilities for this that I don't know where to begin or what to believe... Shouldn't say this to Artsy. It might get her worried. We'll just go with it. I'll just be careful about our surrounding when we get to this Gala... He turns his head to Artsy. Well, if this will get us answers, I guess we suit up and head to the Gala. But still, we don't know how close or far we are from the Gala. Peach or SiFi would know,... but we don't know where they are... *sigh* Maybe the innkeeper knows... Brave reads the flyer one more time. Something seems to be up, and Brave knows it. They wouldn't hold a Gala during a crisis for any other reason. He looks back at his wound, looks a bit worse than he thought. Looks like he should really patch it up soon. Everyone seems to be in good hands now and he can focus a bit on himself.

4 pairs of 6 teens. =D

I'm not too sure of that myself. At the time, I was just concerned with everyone's well being, and I was fine with it. In retrospect, probably wasn't... Artsy's sigh made him think she was bummed about splitting up and of the stalemate between everyone and Discord. He caused some chaos within the group so far and... he's sure everyone's having their own personal battles against him... "What do you think of this whole... pony thing anyway? I mean, what now? Do you even think it's possible for us to get home? What if we were stuck here forever?" He paused for a brief moment on the questions. Maybe...my subconscious knew or thought... it was a new start... and... no no no...Maybe something else. Brave dropped the thought there. He just used logistics. Something he was used to. Well, this pony thing is just weird. I'm not sure what to think of it. As for being stuck here... it can either go two ways. One, the more unfortunate route, is that we don't stop Discord and things get more chaotic. What the result might end up as is a mystery. Two, we stop him, but there needs to be some way to go back. And that's also a mystery. When he responded, he sounded genuine. He always tried to be genuine. Even when lying specifically about questions toward himself. He made sure his situations never conflicted or worried others'. From that, he wondered if Artsy had anything else that was bouncing around her head that she wanted to let out. He turned his head slightly toward Artsy, but his face still isn't visible. Anything else bothering your mind?

Brave didn't expect a response from himself or Artsy. Oh, Artsy... Looks like she's already awake... and noticed this... Just get off the topic. I don't need anyone worrying about me... After all... I'm... He stopped himself right there. He just wasn't sure what to think or say. He slowly got up, regardless of the pain that he's in. He looked away and down from Artsy, in order to hide his discouraged face. I'm... fine. Just need to bandage this up... You've no need to worry about me. He tilted his face slightly to Artsy. What about you? You were out cold after you fell from the sky. Had to carry you back to the Inn... And unfortunately, Discord managed to escape..... He paused for a moment, sad at the news himself. He turned away from Artsy again. But don't think of it as your fault. It's not. Regardless, after what happened, everyone else split to recover and think of what to do next. Silver is going with Peach to her house to try and find something on Discord. I dunno about where everyone else is or what they're doing.

Back in his head, Brave laid there in the darkness. In pain. In distress. He rolled onto his back as he grit his teeth in pain. He lifted his head to see the bloody gash on his right side again. Brave tried again to get up. He held onto his would with his left hand and grabbed his right knee with his other hand. With one motion, he lifted his upper body to a straight position. His left hand felt a bit of blood flowing out. He then attempted to roll onto his belly once more, but drop his elbows on the ground to give him some leverage a bit later. He grunted and strained a bit more as he did this. More blood flowed out of his wound. Brave was now on knees and elbows. Just one more effort and he would be standing. He shifted his weight forward and then pushed up using his hands. He quickly brought his right knee up and pushed down to bring the other leg up. This brought the most pain on Brave. ~~~~~ Back at his pony body, the strain Brave seemed to make in his "dream" reopened his wound. Blood stained his coat and started flowing down his belly and back. At least it wasn't as much as Brave is seeing in his unconscious state. ~~~~~ He grit his teeth once more and brought his head down. Upon lifting his head, he saw another human. It was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. The shirt also has the same wound! And it was wearing the same thing Brave was! But... there's no face. No hair. No eyes. No mouth. Nothing. And yet... "Why do you go on?" said the figure. "What is the point of this?" said another copy appearing from the left. "What do you plan to do?" said a 3rd from the right. "But most importantly..." A 4th appeared behind Brave and performed a Full Nelson Hold on him. (For reference: http://www.ultimatej...-nelson-2-1.jpg) Brave's arms were brought up and he became immobile. He was too weak to break out. Then the one in front of him pulled something out... from his wound. A mirror. He shows it right in Brave's face. "Who are you?" Brave's heart jumped. He had no face. He lost all feeling... What... Who... "Are you a somebody? Are you known by someone or somepony? Have you made your mark? Or even got a cutie-wootsy mark? Nope, Nu-uh, and that's a double no-no! I've looked at you Brave. Those long nights studying? Won't get you anywhere. Just a waste of time, energy, and talent. If you had any. Those 'friends' you helped out in your youth? They don't remember squat about your 'generous' actions. I haven't seen one invention. One inspiration. One gift. One talent. NOT ONE OUNCE OF AN IDENTITY. Those bullies were right! You were, and are nothing!" Discord seemed to have really broken Brave, but he knew it was fun to drag the chaos for a lot longer. The figure gave a wide, creepy mouthless grin. Brave's faceless reflection spun and morphed into Discord's own face. He stuck his hand outside the mirror, broke off a piece, and started eating the glass. "I'd suggest you find a fake identity. The one you have now seems to not work..." Discord then stuck his hand out again and laid a finger on Brave's chest. A gentle poke, and Brave started falling. Falling... Down and down into the darkness He saw the "Faceless". He saw the people who bullied him. They called him "nerd," "geek," "wimp," "crybaby," and other taunting names that he remembered. He even saw people he recognized, but they turned their backs upon seeing Brave. He heard something else in the darkness, but he didn't understand it... "nightmares... not really sure... might be stuck... sometimes? I know I... " Discord's face emerged closer and closer to Brave until he was engulfed in his mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~ NOOOOOOO!!! Brave jolted up from his unconscious state back in Artsy's room. He was very, very shaken up. His heart was pounding, his blood raced, and bled. He was still in pain and in such a sweat. Brave felt the tears on his face, and realized he was once again a pony. His eyes were wide and dilated. Slowly, Brave swallowed a bit of saliva to clear his dry throat and slowly opened his mouth. ...who...?

Brave turned around and walked back to where Artsy, Peach, and Silver were. He seems to have recovered from being winded, as seen from his now returned regular breathing. Another thing was that the blue glow in his eyes seems to have disappeared. Peach said she was going back to study up more on the situation and her element. Silver was going with her as well to try and come up with a plan. It sounded like a good plan. Brave noticed Artsy still in her stasis of sorts. And from her screaming before, he could assume Discord was doing something awful to her psyche, memory, beliefs, or whatever Discord planned to screw up. Although, he declined the heal from Silver earlier, he decided to carry Artsy on his back. The inn seems like a bad place, but it's the only place that's familiar to me so far, and I don't think Discord will do anything to the inn again. I'll take Artsy and she can rest there. If she wakes up and for whatever reason doesn't like the place, we'll head out. As for me, don't worry. I'll manage with the pain. You both need all the time to plan for the future of things to come. I'll watch over Artsy in the meantime. Good luck you two. If I can somehow send a message to you if we're split, please read it. I'll send something a bit later that might help all of us. Until then, good luck... Brave nodded at the two and set off for the inn. Although it was quite close, it seemed like forever getting to the door. Fatigue was setting in. Pain was overtaking his body. The sense of passing out was lingering over him. But as he passed through the doorway of the inn, he knew it was his will that was pushing him all this way. In retrospect, I don't even know why I chose the Element of Will. I just said it. I never gave it a second thought...Why?... It's strange as if I knew it...I'm not getting this... But no matter. Artsy's gotta go back to her room. Upon entering, the manager of the inn noticed him and Artsy. Brave only asked for what Artsy's room was and he pointed it out. Brave thanked him and told him he needed no help taking her to her room. After the struggle of just getting to her room, he managed to open the door and plop her on the bed. He looked at her briefly.If she's having a battle with Discord. I dunno if I can do anything with my current state. "...weak..." I sure hope she's okay in there... "...helpless..." If I can't do anything now, I'll wait until she's conscious and I'll see if I can do anything then... "...hesitant..." At that point, a huge wave of shock entered his being. His vision was blurry. His legs were staring to fail him. He was shutting his eyes. Stay awake... stay awake... stay... Brave dropped to the floor, with his bloody, burned right side up. "...Failure..." Brave woke up and saw... hands... He was human again... He tried getting up, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. He saw the blood. There was a huge gash of blood just above his right hip, right where the burn mark was if comparing human and pony bodies, Brave assumed. He just decided to crawl. Crawl to a light that had appeared in the distance. He crawled for his life. A faint blood trail followed his path. It seemed like ages until he reached the light. As he reached over to touch it, the light moved. Farther and farther away... I missed... "...Failure..." Why... "...Weak..." No... "...Hopeless..." Back outside his unconscious state, Brave shed tears of sorrow. Of weakness. Of failure.

There was a time when I thought that I was too late to see him. I don't know if I still believe that. I heard about the news on that March 2nd afternoon. He left on Thursday the week before. I thought it was a joke and I rushed outside. He wasn't inside the garage. He wasn't laying around backyard. I ran to his doghouse and he was there. The different colored dirt told me. I sped back inside and I saw my sister holding onto my mom. That's when I knew he really was gone, and the tears rushed down. I sat down in front of my food, slowly picking up the rice and beef I had that day. My parents explained it was something that we all were expecting. He was getting old and we knew he was going to pass on soon. I understood all that, but, at the time, I thought it was too soon. Or that I was too late. I went back to my room and I couldn't do anything that day. It was just him. My dog. Coco. I hadn't seen him since January when I left back for college for the Spring semester. I was just into work that whole time. Resident Assistant applications, math and physics work, a speech project, a writing paper, a lot of programming, interview preparations. My parents had called me multiple times throughout January and February if I was coming back at any point. The same response I gave was that I was too busy. And I was. I needed to keep my grades up to keep a $14,000 scholarship. I had to work at my work-study job to help with other school expenses. I needed to do well in this application so I can become a Resident Assistant in the future and have free room, board, and food expenses paid for so that my parents wouldn't have such a burden on my school finances. I worked to help my parents, but maybe they knew something about Coco during that time. I've never asked yet, but I understand what they were doing. They didn't want that burdening me with the work I already had. And that it was better in person. Nonetheless... After finishing up many things, I went home. I learned the truth. And I cried I never dealt with death before. And it was with someone whom I knew for most of my life up to this point. I was four when I first got him. Me and my sister played with Coco so much when we were young. He was a weird dog in that he never liked dog food and preferred regular chicken, beef, and bones. Especially bones. I remember at my young age that I tried to ride him at some point, but he would always try to go away. I was stupid at the time. Common sense doesn't hit us that soon anyway. He always hated baths and he loved chewing balls. He was a great dog. He even prevented the theft of my dad's car at one point! His barking woke my dad up. My dad saw the assailant try and break in his car, but he ran outside with a bat, cursing at him as the assailant ran away. I don't remember if Coco got awarded for that. But like all other dogs and their owners, Coco was my very close friend. He was there all the time, regardless if we punished him for something bad. But, like all dogs, they unconditionally love us. He unconditionally loved my family and I. I loved hugging his fluffy fur. I loved his black coat and white underside with his white furry toes. It always made me think he was wearing a tuxedo. His eyes always made me smile. Coco in general made me smile. But he left... I never said goodbye. I was too late. I think that is what keeps me sad about his death. I only wish I knew his time was coming and that I could have arrived a week earlier. I wanted to pet him and feed him and be with him one more time. But I missed the chance. I just wanted to saw goodbye before he closed his eyes one more time. I wanted to hold him. But on that March 3rd afternoon, I saw a patch of dirt that was different from the rest around it. And I just wanted him. I wanted to see him one more time. I wanted to dig him up, but I knew it was disrespectful. I can't see any of his pictures. They just remind me that he is gone. I haven't looked at any of them since then. People always say that you should remember the good times, but it's difficult for me at least. I just wanted to see him one last time, and maybe it wouldn't be so hard to remember the good times. I was too late. Why can't I have a second chance? You were there for me, Coco. Why couldn't have I been there for you? I wanted to see you. Before you left. I can see his photos again. But I stare into his eyes. And they aren't the eyes I am looking for. It's not the same. I want the real Coco. And I don't know what to do. I want to give him a big hug. I want to remember the good memories without tearing up. I want to say goodbye. But maybe it's time to move on... I can't do anything now, as much as I wish I could... I can only continue to live and remember the good times he brought me in my youth. Only remember him as one who always smiled. Only remember him who loved every kind of meat and more. Only remember him as a smart dog that knew the commands that were taught to him both left and right. Only remember him as the dog who was always with you. Only as an amazing dog and pet. Only as my close friend. Only as Coco. May 2nd, 1997 - February 23rd, 2012

Banned cause you're not wearing any black to be a ninja.

Steve saw this... thing... fly down and talk to her. He didn't quite understand who, or what it was, but at least it wasn't hostile. The only thing he knew that could fly were Ghasts, and they attacked whenever they saw Steve. After hearing out this thing, Steve shrugged, gesturing that he knew nothing of the situation as well. After that, there wasn't really much Steve wanted to do with this thing. Survival was all Steve knew, and talking wasn't really Steve's game. He started walking toward the city once more. He pulled out his clock. The sun is still up, even with all that time he spent digging, mining, and crafting. Something was up, and maybe that city might provide answers. Or danger. There was always danger.

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Steve seemed to pop out of nowhere. He saw himself in a desolate area and a city out in the distance. He was puzzled because all he knew were "natural" landscapes. He had never seen anything this huge pre-built, other than fortresses in the hellish environment of the Nether, mine shafts that traverse the underground, or strongholds holding many dangers and an even more dangerous portal in the normal world. Steve checked his inventory: empty... wait. A clock? He looked confused. He remembered having amassed a few tools, blocks, minerals, and whatnot, but they're gone? Did he die recently? He didn't remember a creeper, spider, zombie, or anything else that could have killed him... At least he has a clock. He didn't pay much attention to it. Before heading to that city off in the distance, he did what he normally did. Punched Trees. After knocking out a few trees, he made himself a workbench, and with that, made a wooden pickaxe and wooden shovel. Digging for a while, he finally hit stone, a good sign for Steve. He pulled out his pickaxe and mined what he could in there. Back at the workbench, he made himself 2 stone swords, 3 pickaxes, 2 shovels, and 2 axes. His wooden tools already broke, so taking a stone pickaxe, he continued mining. Few blocks here and there, some valuable coal here, and his pick broke. Upon exiting the little underground cave he made, he noticed it was still daytime. Odd. It would have been at least midday or later by this time... Was something wrong with this world? He shrugged, and with his equipment set up, he marched onto the city. Were there other people there? Is there some material that he's never seen before? He was excited as a survivalist loner could be. Dirt and Stone kicked up from all the running he did as he approached the distant city.

Brave maintained his stance. He looked straight ahead where Discord was. Where he used to be. Where Peach currently sits at. .Yet Brave, still maintained his sight. He kept his consciousness. He held his ground. He hoped to god that Artsy was still okay, hoping the energy he transferred wasn't in vain. Silver drops by and apologized to him. Brave made an occasional gasp as he spoke to Silver. I don't blame you..... It's not your fault... I'm just glad... that... Peach and Artsy.... weren't hit... Brave then started walking just before Silver started healing him. No... Make sure Artsy... is okay... Get her to... the inn... Then check if... anyone else... is hurt and... needs your help.... Stay conscious. I don't need Silver healing me now... I gotta make sure everyone else is fine. I can worry about myself later... Brave walked over to Peach. She was sobbing and could feel her pain of almost getting Discord. He understood too. Discord was in their grasp, but they weren't strong enough. Or they all didn't have it in them. Not yet. He was sure everyone had problems with Discord. Brave fought with himself, but he wouldn't admit to it. Not yet. Brave wondered if he could do more. He wondered if he was strong enough. ...Not yet. Peach... Stay strong... Peach... it's okay... we just need... to get closer... At this point... we weren't there... Not yet... Not yet. Not yet... Not yet..... We could have had him, only if... If I did a bit more, maybe... Only if you brought a bit more, you Brave boy... I should have put more to attacking you... Oh, but why? You couldn't hurt a fly! I mean, why would you? You'd defend it! Ha-ha HAAAA! Oh stop. We'll stop you... That's a promise... Is that a fact? Although you and your "friends" were close, but did give me a cigar, hehehe..., You all can't do anything. Especially you. Defending? How will that stop me? I'm chaotic! I easily go around your shield. Your grand wall. Your own self. That's not true... You're quite funny, Brave! We'll see in due time, young human pony. Oh, and do be careful. Burns can lead to scars! Hahaha! Scars.....

Brave looked onto the insane power that Artsy and Peach were pulling through to stop Discord. Same with everyone else pulling in their weight to lend their power. He wondered if he was able to do this sort of thing as well. Everyone else was either a unicorn or a pegasus. Can an regular, ol' pony without wings or a tail do anything like it? As soon as it seemed as if things were going their way, Artsy dropped from the air after doing that powerful magical attack. What!? What happened?! He ran toward Artsy's falling body with such a pace, still straining from the wounded burn he has. Now would be a good time to have hands. He quickly thought to jump and tilt his body so his underside would catch Artsy, but leaving his back to break their fall. He went for it regardless. As soon as he was close, he jumped and threw his back legs forward to act as a net for Artsy. The weight caught onto Brave, and they flew down faster. *WHAM* Artsy looked relatively safe. Brave, though, became winded. Getupgetupgetup... Slowly, Brave rose from the ground with his hurt back, burned side, and winded lungs. Both of them need all of our help... unngh... He laid a hoof on Artsy her and looked at Peach as well. Somehow, he was transferring energy to both of them. They needed it more than he did. At that time, his eyes gave a deeper blue glow now, but again, Brave did not notice, or rather couldn't. He was giving up 100% for em. Discord had to go down now. He felt like dropping, but his will told him to keep going. Brave was giving his all in transferring energy to both ponies. Artsy to reach consciousness, and Peach to maintain the hold on Discord. He felt his vision fading, but he kept pushing. Farther and farther than he could do so as a human. Or maybe what he wished or hoped he could. Once he heard Peach needing SiFi's power to help out, he also called out to him with what he could do at his current state. SiFi... lend your power... Peach needs you... Brave could only mutter that out at an audible distance to SiFi. He didn't turn around to look at him either. Brave tried to gasp for breath, but couldn't catch it. At that point, his energy transfer to both ponies stopped. Brave just stood there on the edge of unconsciousness. He deals with a severe burn, a hurt back, and is in a winded state, yet Brave stands firm. He keeps standing to stave off the unconsciousness trying to overpower him. For Artsy and Peach. For Silver and SiFi. For everyone. His eyes glow even brighter, for whatever reason they may be.

Because I'm not an artist. =D I can't draw to save my life. My sister can draw really well. Though she's not a pegasister. And I don't know if I can convert her to the herd.

Amazing stuff!!! o_o. I wish I was as talented as art as you are! I'm only as good as the piece of chewing gum that sticks to the bottom of your show. =/

Brave forced himself to stay up after dropping those few feet after the missed kick. He ran back knowing Discord could potentially retaliate. But upon a quick retreat, he heard an echo cry out to everyone. Brave assumed it was the princess. She gave that mission to Artsy. And they all had an element that would help defeat Discord, though only temporarily. Brave knew he was going to get through this and make sure no one would get lost along the way. It was his desire to see to it that everyone turned out safe. It was his attitude to put his neck out there for the others, regardless of whatever may happen to him. It was his determination to stand up and defend. It was his WILL to push forward and protect! I am the Element of Will! He know of nothing else to say, but he felt it will suffice. He looked over to Artsy. She seemed tired, but it was almost over he felt. He nodded to himself as he waited for the final strike, if it was it.

Brave saw the inn float away. Things were getting more haywire than he had hoped. He was only aiming for Artsy clearing Peach's mind and somehow stopping Discord, if only temporarily. As he went closer to the combat that both ponies were having, he noticed that Silver was concentrating deeply. His horn was glowing and Brave assumed he was going to shoot out a blast of some sort. He was trying to stop Discord. Once the blast fired, Discord tried to deflect it, but it had split into multiple fireballs! Whoa! That's going to cause some damage...--Huh?! One of the fireballs was aiming straight for Peach and Artsy. With their condition, it could be fatal, and Artsy needed to survive. Be brave... be brave... be brave... Brave made a huge dash toward the two and leaped into the air... colliding with the fireball. The blast knocked his right side and he was sent flying over Peach and Artsy. He landed on his left side and was pushed along for a good 15 feet. His right side was charred and there were marks of blood seeping out. "UURRRRGGGHHH..... Get up get up get up get up get up...They all need me..." He was shaking furiously as he brought himself up from the ground. I don't blame you Silver. It was a good effort. I don't even care that you hurt me, even if it wasn't planned. I just need to stay up... A weird, faint, blue glow came from Brave's eyes, but at this time, he doesn't realize. The blast Brave took would seemed to have knocked out any other, or potentially kill them, but Brave... resisted. He is hurt no doubt, but there he stands. Watching. Waiting. Stay up. You've got to continue on... *step* Two worlds are resting on us... *step* You got to keep up, Brave... *step* I...I think everyone here needs you... *step* Discord can't keep going on like this. *step step* Prove to everyone that you're not just a blank flank... *step step* Prove to Discord that you're not weak... *step step* Prove to everyone that YOU. ARE. BRAVE! Brave launched into a full gallop. Even with the pain he is in, he charges. A faint blue glow fills his white sclera. Tiny drops of blood fall to the ground every so often, mimicking his path toward Discord. He drives closer and has the drive not to fight, but to defend. With Discord in proximity, he leaps and winces in pain, but aims for a roundhouse with his right back leg right toward Discord's chest and letting out: KIIAAAAAAA!!! Discord easily stepped back and avoided the kick. Brave flew back down and grunted from the missed effort and of his charred right side. Try harder next time, weakling. You can't do anything to help anyone... Brave looked at Discord with a glare that even made himself wince, due to his current pain.

Brave saw as the others couldn't stand to stay still. They started to take action despite his and Artsy's order. NO! C'mon guys! What are you doing?!... *sigh* Never was a leader myself. Preferred to stick alone..... NO! I gotta stay positive... *...resist...* I need to help prevent disorder... Brave walked over to the doorway himself and saw the ensuing battle between Artsy and Peach. He was confused, but only briefly until he saw Discord behind them. He guessed that Discord changed Peach somehow and Artsy is doing her best to bring her back. This was her fight. He wasn't going to interfere. He looked for something to do, but nothing seemed to pop out. He could try and distract Discord, but he wasn't sure he could go against some demi-god. He tried again to get everyone's attention back into the inn. Everyone! Get back inside! Artsy's got this covered and we don't need more trouble for her if we stay out there! He had a serious face as he yelled it out to everyone. Brave didn't want any more targets to get to. He thought that the outside of the inn was his space, his territory, and his upper ground. He didn't want anyone being turned to Discord's will.