open Bangcolt Arena! (Fighting/Sol) (RP)

[P-Jay 1,987]

rune grinned, seeing some ponies take interest. 

 

and he continued his song (after fluttershy's verse)

 

"im a, hot air balloon that could go to space~"

 

"with the aaaaiir, like i dont care, baby by the wayy~"

 

this is where it got good. in a split second, his book was open, and everything around him was suddenly louder. it was almost as if an invisible speaker appeared behind him, amplifying the song.

 

"BECAUSE IM HAPPYYYYYYY~" he said, starting to dance while playing the song.

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

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Night Tracer shot up quick;y as he had only laid his head down moments ago. He immediately got on top of Luna to cover her from any harm. He looked over his shoulder and waited for a few seconds only for a pathetic, weary voice to arise. 

 

Night Tracer rolled his eyes and flipped off of Luna and up into the air. He flew high up in the room and looked down to Electron shivering rapidly. Night Tracer sighed and flew down in front of the scared stallion. He recognized him, that asshole from the Arena that he sent a knife through his neck. 

 

"Are you ok," he asked with a hint of concern. He offered him hoof and looked down on him.  "C'mon asshole, get up, You alright?" he inquired. This time more sympatheticly than the first.

[J.R. 3,183]

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EWS was surprised to see Night Tracer more merciful than the last time he had seen him. He was stuck for a moment before finally putting up his hoof in a talk-to-the-hand motion, "What? What do you care about me for? Is this some kind of joke? Uh-uh, nope. Not havin' it."

 

He got up and walked to the window, "I am so gone. You ain't got no idea what it's like in this town. Everypony for himself." He then jumped out the window, batman-style, and flew away.

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

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Fluttershy sung along with Rune, a bit louder as each verse passed. Then when Rune amplified his voice and a crowd of ponies gathered around him. Fluttershy began to sing a little louder, but not much louder. She was still cautious to make sure nopony noticed her. 

 

She began to bounce back and forth as the chorus began. She sang along with rune. 

 

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do

[Unicorncob 5,677]

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Ponies, griffons and other creatures around Rune began taking interest in his little concert, and began getting into the music. If they weren't singing along, they were dancing, or both.

 

Maud Pie walked by the scene and glanced over to it, pausing midwalk. She stared, completely aloof.

 

"Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof," She muttered, completely deadpan and devoid of rhythm.

[P-Jay 1,987]

rune was beaming at everyone who joined in. "there comes bad news, taking this and that!"

 

the guitar was hitting all the right keys. "well, give me all you got, and dont hold back!"

 

"well i should probably warn you ill be just fine~" he grinned, "no offence to you, dont waste your time, here why!"

 

"BECAUSE IM HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~"

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

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 As Electron Wave storm jumped out the window Night Tracer rushed over to him and caught his tail. Electron's tail got stuck between Night Tracer's hoof and the window seal, "Not so fast, if I'm sleeping with a princess, i'm pretty sure i could get one to kill you just as easy. So, why don't you take a seat inside and try acting civil you prick." Night Tracer demanded rather non chalantly and with a tired voice in accompaniment to a yawn at the end of it.

 

"I've got no sleep, so I'm not in the mood for such negligence and tomfoolery."

@,

 

Fluttershy sang along with Rune, still bouncing back and forth while hidden away from all the eyes of everypony. She then continued to sing the chorus with Rune as a enormus smile grew across her face. She was as happy as could be, she got to do what she loved and no pony could see her. Hopefully, nothing like the incident with the ponytones would happen.

Edited July 14, 2015 by Flying Far

[J.R. 3,183]

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EWS's face showed that of defeat. He knew he would have to at least try to act civil in order to get away, "I suppose I could try....to be ...eugh....civil. But you best hope I don't have to kick so much ass later because of this." He said frustratedly as he flew back in, "*sigh* Now what is it?"

 

@,

Kevin's swarm continued to hum the chorus along with everypony.

Edited July 14, 2015 by Ice Blizzard

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@,

 

Night Tracer looked at Electron Storm and rolled his eyes once again. He then responded to Electron's threat, "Yes, go ahead kick my ass. Go right the buck ahead. Listen once you get your ass of your head then we'll talk, ok? Right Now, you're going to shut up and listen. Because right now, you are my bitch. Ok? Actually, no, I dont care. I don't need your permission." he spoke sternly but still rather monotonously.

 

"Firstly, In regards to your question, "Why do you care," he mocked,"I don't, I was hoping maybe being treated with a bit of kindness might be beneficial but you're crap so you're physically inept to being anymore than what you are so, catch my drift? Didn't think so, it'll register eventually."

 

"Secondly, you see the window you broke. You have a week, I'll pay for it as of right now. But you better believe, if I don't have that money, I'm going to get Celestia to throw you in tartarus, I remember what you did to Ice Blizzard. Hate him or not, that's heartless... but then again, I foolishly, hold you to the honorable standard of better than shit but to my surprise, you aren't. Shocker..." He spoke in the most cynical and sarcastic voice he could.

 

"Thirdly, you need some friends. If this is your life, and this, this is sad. Get some friends or at least an imaginary one. I could hook you up since you don't seem to be much of a pony person..."

 

"Lastly, What the buck are you even doing, I'm trying to sleep. I really need to get back to dreaming, Asshole," he said since he didn't know his name, "So, asshole, what in Celestia's name, are you doing? And I don't want any sort of nambi pambi answer. I want you tell me, why, in all that's good and glorified. That you charged into this damn room, and awoke me from the time of my life?" He frowned at Electron while still talking in a cynical tone and still feeling bad but he honestly didn't care. He just wanted to know what was up and go back to bed. 

Edited July 14, 2015 by Flying Far

[Vae Victis 742]

Once she was close enough, Tyra could hear Lorec begin to speak. She took in every word as her eyes scanned across the 'graves' of fallen warriors. The two the minotaur stood before must have had some special importance to him.

 

"War?" She repeated, then picked her brain for an answer. "War is...when two sides find something that is worth fighting for. But its meaningfulness cannot replace the loss of innocent lives."

 

Lorec gave a slight nod of approval, not batting an eye towards Tyra.

 

" hmmmmmmm... An astute answer. When warriors fight in a battle, they fight for their ideals. Honor, love, patriotism, righteousness, family, and friends... All of those and more. They do not think of the ideals of the ones they battle. Only of their own. Because in a warzone, there is an unspoken agreement between warring factions; that they know what they are putting on the line. And they are more than willing to die for those ideals..."

 

Lorec paused, and looked skyward in what seemed to be a gaze of reminiscence.

 

" Long ago, there was a Minotaur born in Saduaris who grew up on hunting. His size was said to be immense, even among his brethren. He only hunted worthy game, never targeting weaker prey than himself. Moreover, he hunted with only his bare arms, making himself equal with his prey. Mountain lions, the great beast-stags, bears... It didn't matter to him. He challenged them all... And he always won, killing his prey in honorable combat and earning many scars in the process. Eventually, he grew so powerful, that these kinds of prey eventually became unworthy. Soon enough, he went looking for the only type of worthy prey left to fight...."

 

He paused again, now looking toward the fortress.

 

" eager to win honor, the hearts of wenches, and the right to battle alongside the greatest guild of warriors Saduaris had ever known, he entered into the golden horn Olympics, of which you already know about. He flat out enjoyed fighting. Craved it. Loved the rush. It was even more euphoric than hunting was. Breaking the bones of many a worthy advasary in that bloody cage, he alone would stand triumphant, fist raised to the skies as his peers cheered and congratulated him on his victories. Immediately, he was inducted into the Golden Horns, and awarded with a blade said to be able to rend the earth asunder... He had everything. Taurettes, reputation, coinage, alcohol, and plenty of domain disputes for battles...Everything a Minotaur from a brutal world could ever want... And he indulged. Especially in battle..."

 

He crossed his arms again.

 

" the sword he was given did in truth, rend the earth, but only because of the soul trapped inside of it. That soul, seeing that the new owner of the sword was an honorable hunter of great strength, granted him lordship over the earthen element. And with this power... That warrior, already something to be feared, became a walking, one Minotaur army. He could survive anything. Kill anyone. When a domain dispute occurred, and occur often they did... Sometimes, they would send him against an entire force of enemy units. And every time... The result was the same. A battlefield littered with bodies, and him, walking away with a smile on his face from all of the hard work.... This happened again and again. Until, one day... That Minotaur fell in love with a fellow golden horn..."

 

He then looked to the grave with the crossed swords.

 

" She was beautiful. At least, by minotaur standards. A swordmaiden. She was fierce like a dragon, but could also be very kind, caring for the wounded after battle.... Many a time, she met with the unkillible beast of Saduaris, taking care of his wounds, nursing him back to health... His heart only knew violence and glory until he met her... And met her often, he did, as he refused to wear armor, in order to give his enemies a fair chance in killing him. From her, he learned gentleness. Love. Affection... And eventually... She began to love him as well. And in this love they became wed. From the union, a child was born. And due to these events... The beast of Saduaris had new reasons to live, not just for honor and glory in battle. But for his new family..."

 

He looked at the other grave, the one with the spear.

 

" years went by. The domain conflicts ended, with the the warrior's domain standing triumphant with her allies. It was a time of peace. And the warrior would spend it well. He would raise his son to be strong like he was, and he would more than happily bed his wife every night. Some nights... More than once..."

 

He chuckled a bit.

 

" 20 years later, and peace still reigned. Saduaris recovered from the latest disputes. We became richer as we delved into resources. Everyone was free to live they way they wanted, as warriors, singers, hunters, gatherers, anything within our domain. The warrior had trained his son well, and had taken good care of his wife during these years, enjoying the peace. But it would not last. Leovia, a nation that had left my race... Somewhat embittered in the past, was having a dispute of its own. With their war stalemating and affecting Saduaris directly due to a possible invasion if the dissidents won, The domain of Mülxe, the warrior's domain, extended its help to the royalist forces of Leovia in order to strengthen Saduaris's reputation, and to forge a new future so that by-gones could stay by-gones. The help was given in the form of the golden horns, of which the warrior's family was a part of. After twenty years of scouting missions, dragon slaying, survey missions, And other boring operations... The warrior felt his blood boil with oppritunity as he would be able to fight alongside his son and his wife. All 500 were sent."

 

He paused, looking at the ribbon that he held.

 

" They were unstoppable. The royalists kept the rebels busy in the air, and the golden horns took them on the ground again, and again, and again. They would clear out thousands to their 500, never losing a single warrior. We, along with Equestria, had effectively turned the tide of that war... Until of course, the rebel leader decided upon a coward's tactic..."

 

He scoffed, and looked away from the graves.

 

" having captured a fort that was previously thought impenetrable, the golden horns celebrated with Leovian liquor and food from that fort, with little knowledge of the explosives underneath their feet. The warrior, his family, and a few of his allies were patrolling the area nearby for stragglers. And that is when they heard it. A massive, foreboding boom from the direction of the fort. Immediately doubling back, they would witness true terror. As their particular domain was unfamiliar with explosives, they did not expect traps of that sort. The result was saddening. Half of the Golden Horns, dead in an instant. Many others were maimed, and only a fifth could stand and fight. The warrior and his family cried out in sadness along with their allies, and rushed back for their remaining brethren. It was then that an ambush was triggered, and many Leovian rebels descended upon them. Fighting at less than half strength, the Golden Horns were routed, one by one..."

 

He clenched his fist, and the popping of knuckles could be heard, and the gnashing of teeth could be seen from Lorec.

 

" the beast of Saduaris, even though mighty, could not protect his allies or his family. As he kept taking heavy wounds that would've killed any other, he watched his son and wife fall along with the others. He was the only one left to fight, heavily wounded, in all aspects of physical, emotional, mental. As he fought, he prayed for he himself to die, but no death came. No matter how many spears and arrows he received to his back, no matter how much blood he lost or cuts and slashes he suffered, death simply lingered, laughing at him as he made war with his family's killers. He was a maddened beast. A beast who eventually forced them to retreat. He fell over after the battle, wanting death to take him still. Until he was found by others... Reinforcements had come, but were too late to save the Golden Horns."

 

Lorec quit gnashing his teeth, And he loosened up once more.

 

" having lost everything that mattered to him, he swore vengeance on the rebels, and to complete the mission to honor his brothers, his sisters, his wife, and his son. With the help of one who was very much like himself, whom also used the power of a great spirit, he was restored to good physical health. However, he was ashamed. Ashamed that he was not strong or wise enough to protect his kith and kin. The scars he bore from that battle, that mangled his upper body so badly... He covered them. So that he may try to forget the pain. But the coverings themselves only reminded him of what was underneath. And that fueled rage. That rage would eventually help decide the war in Leovia, and help him avenge his family."

 

Lorec then opened his palm that contained the ribbon, and looked at the insignia upon it. An iron shield, with golden horns protruding from it. He stared at it with a certain... Gentleness. He spoke once more.

 

" The warrior went home, baring the news to the families of his fallen loved ones and brethren. Insulting him and calling him a coward for not dying on the battlefield with the rest, the once great beast of Saduaris was reduced to little more than a whimpering pup by the families of his friends. He lived quietly by himself in an empty household, drowning in the bottom of a bottle. Until..."

 

He put the ribbon close to his chest.

 

" one day, the mother of one of the warrior's closest friends who had passed came by, with a little taurette, barely four years old, hand in hand. The grandmother of the Taurette was ailing in health. Unable to take care of the child. Begging the once proud warrior to take the child into his care, he would not turn away the child of his old friends. However, to avoid her becoming stigmatized due to her adoptive father being a dishonored soldier, he would take her to a peaceful, loving land. Far away from a violent upbringing. Eventually, he would find old allies from Leovia and Equestria whom had saved his life, and who he had fought beside earlier. With their help, he would find sanctuary with them, and even start a new, volunteer guild, with the others who used a divine soul. Eventually, their line of work would bring them back to Saduaris. Doing good deeds in the name of divine retribution, the dishonored warrior claimed back a semblance of his reputation, attracted those who would want to be like him and fight beside him to the cause."

 

After finishing, he then turned around, and looked at Tyra, closing his hand around the ribbon again as he did so.

 

" the warrior found comfort with his friends, and his adoptive daughter. He would fight battles as in the old days to protect others... But could never find a battle he could enjoy. You see Tyra, that warrior loved battle. Craved it. But the death of his family and the guilt from it doesn't allow that warrior to enjoy battle anymore... And ever since then, he has slowly been readying himself to let go of the past. Trading regret of loved ones lost for new reasons to live. He has been getting stronger, slowly, but surely. He wants to prove to himself that he now has the power to face his own demons, and by destroying them, he will have the strength to protect everything he holds dear, and never lose it again. He wants to enjoy conflict again, and never feel guilty about swinging his sword. And for that, he has waited for a worthy opponent to help him finally enjoy the thick of war once more. He wants to drink, fight, and care for his daughter and friends without the weight of his past baring down on him..."

 

Looking down at Tyra, he stoically spoke one last time. As he did so, he opened his palm and showcased the ribbon. allowing Tyra to view the image of the golden horn insignia.

 

" Krigare... Do you understand?"

[J.R. 3,183]

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EWS was appalled by Nigh Tracer's tone and didn't take it lightly, "The buck?! Ok. Now it's time for some shit to get discussed. First off, you apparently have no clue of the harsh, cruel world that's out there. You can't just be friends with everyone! That's what's gonna cause you problems. Take that stupid ass snowball for example. This all started with him, so you better listen to me you insensitive piece of crap. Because I'm not gonna repeat myself."

 

He cleared his throat before continuing, "A long time ago, when Ice and I were colts we used to be friends. We played with each other almost every day. And we liked each other's company. Until...it happened. The day that snowball got his powers. I thought it was kinda cool for an Earth Pony to control ice. Until...that's all he started to talk about. All he said was, his powers this, his powers that, and I got sick of his bullshit. So I stopped being his friend, because he gave less than two bucks about me, and only cared about himself. He may have friends and stuff today, but just so you know, you don't know jack sh*t about the sh*t that goes on in his head. He has always been an egotist, self-absorbed, and a terrible friend. And this was before I got my electric powers."

 

"Then, I got my electric powers by sitting in a magically corrupted cloud and getting shocked by it. The corruption within that cloud made me lose all of my what used I used to be. The bolt rode up my spine, and it permanently messed me up. It shocked away my personality of being happy, cheerful, and all those other sappy emotions. I forever became a jerk. But I didn't care. As long as I had powers that I could how off to Ice and beat him. The problem was, when I showed him how I felt when he shunned me out, he stopped being my friend. So from then on, I started to hate him, and all those whom he associates with. I felt that anypony who's friends with him is just as stupid as him, because all he does is lure you in with friendship and stab you in the back." He said with aggravation.

 

"About that window, eh, whatever. I guess I'll pay for it. it was an accident after all. But still, at the end of the day, I don't care how many princesses you know, or talked to, because Ice Blizzard is still the worst pony I have known. And I have known him for a really long time. So until, you've had a friend stab you in the back, and have a corrupted cloud strike you with lightning, then you have nothing to say to me right now. Thank you and goodbye godammit." He said as he began to leave out again.

[Unicorncob 5,677]

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Tyra listened intently to Lorec's story, sitting down on the dirt as she stared up at him, and around herself.

Such a warrior could only be spoken of in legend; in fact, this in itself sounded like a legend he had brought from his homeland!

 

Once he had mentioned a sword that could rip apart the earth, the pieces began to come together.

 

Could he be...?

 

He held out a ribbon, the one he had been holding on to, which sported a golden insignia.

 

"Aye, I understand," She answered, with a single nod, "I will give you a battle to be proud of."

[Fractured 2,684]

"He's been treating me just fine, Mrs. Ice. I assure you he's been nothing been nothing but kind to me whenever we meet. He's always nice, and helpful... You obviously raised him quite well." she remarked, as she let the masseuse roughly press all of the stress out of her body.

 

"Although sometimes... I think it's because he likes me. A lot. Funny, right?" she said, laughing light-heartedly.

[J.R. 3,183]

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Yuki laughed as she was complimented, "Why thank you Rarity. And you can just call me Yuki if you like. And anyway, I think if he takes interest in a mare, he's gonna stand by her. Not only is it our clan code, but it's also what I taught him. I don't want him to make the same mistakes as his father...or me for that matter. So, if it's you, then you're both lucky. He's a very nice boy, and from what I've heard, you're a very nice girl."

 

She then reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of Ice Blizzard when he was a baby in diapers. The picture was of baby Blizzard, trying to give his mom a cup of flour for baking, "He's always been helpful, even when he was a baby. Look Rarity, isn't he adorable?" She asked, while hoofing the photo to Rarity.

 

Wherever Ice Blizzard was right now, his eye twitched slightly.

[Star Saber 114]

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Ash was flabbergasted, he did not think it was possible for some pony to be this annoying and stupid; but here this pink pony was, literally yelling in Ash’s face. Ash’s left eye visibly twitched and smoke leaked out from his nostrils as he tried his best to not just pound the annoying creature into the ground. If there was one thing that was saving this pony a dragon style smackdown is that she actually offered, freely, to help him with his broken wing.

 

“Alright, I’ll bite. If you know someone who can help me with this.” Ash pointed a thumb at his busted wing, “But only on one condition. We do it quietly.”

Edited July 15, 2015 by Star Saber

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@,

 

Night Tracer was dumbfounded although he didn't show it, how could this idiot be so stupid. So, unknowing. Night Tracer had had watched his father stab his mother to death... and his mother neglect them... he saw his brother slip away as he lost his battle to Cruetzfeldt, he saw society turn from him, he saw his own sister walk away from him and he didn't know why, and he experienced all too much for Electron to claim he knew betrayal and pain.. Electron knew nothing about being stabbed in the back and for him to say so, from him to have the nerve angered Night Tracer. He was ready to put this prick in his place and that's exactly what he was going to attempt to do. 

 

"I don't know harsh? You really don't think I know harsh, do you?" he interrogated angrily, as he picked up a glass shard off the ground and walked towards Electron, "How would you like to know, how it feels to watch the only thing you ever loved suffer. How would you like to watch as blood seeps from the open wound and the knife twists inside your stomach as your heart is pulled from you. And all your wounds are filled with salt as evil guts you and leaves you on your knees. But it spares you, it will not let you die so you can relive all your horrors, all your nightmares all over again? And no matter how happy and cheerful you are... You'll never forget, it won't let you forget, the silent screams of those who gasped for air but you just sat there... cowering in fear and the only thing you could do is cry...How would that make you feeeeeeeeeeeel?" he inquired as he traced the glass shard around his throat and whisepered in his ear.

 

"Sometimes, you think you know someone until their inner most demons are set free." He walked in front of Electron and glared back. Then, suddenly he threw the glass shard directly above him. It cut through his mane and slid onto the ground. "Fortunately for you, as much pain as I've gone through and how utterly idiotic you are. In addition to you are to knowing close to nothing, in particular, the meaning of the word, "insensible." I am not going to chew you out. I am not going to be a complete prick to you. However you deserve it, what I'm going to do is tell you what nobody has ever told you before."

 

He bit his lip and faced away Electron, he then faced Electron and looked in, "You matter and I believe that. So start acting like it. If this "Ice Blizzard," is as bad as he is then why don't you try to be better than him? Why don't you act mature? Why don't you act like a sensible, likeable pony. The reason you don't have any friends is because you let him get to you. You let the whole incident get to you. I don't believe any shock bucked up your brain because if it did then how would you know that you aren't what you use to be? If you know those feelings that you used to have then why can't you chase them? It seems like you use it as more as an excuse than anything else. Dude, do you want to be a jerk? Do you remember when Ice was your friend?" Night Tracer walked up to him and put his hoof on his shoulder. 

 

"I know how you feel. And I want to let you know I'm here, Asshole." He smiled, "You can leave, or you can stay. The choice is your's." Night Tracer comforted as he looked at Electron with tired eyes. He was sympathetic and very empathetic. He wouldn't be bothered if Electron acted the way he did because... Night had done so before. Although he'd never let Electron that. 

 

All Night Tracer wanted to do is be there for him and if he turned him down, then he hadn't lost anything. Besides a bit of sleep...

[J.R. 3,183]

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EWS simply facehooved as Night Tracer began his stupid motions, "And ponies wonder why half of these stupid fools need some serious shock therapy. Even I wouldn't be acting like this. But you know what? He's right. I'm done playing second fiddle to that stupid snowball. It's time I became my own guy."

 

He chuckled for a moment, "You're pretty funny dude. Kind of a weirdo, but still funny. Sure, I guess I'll stay for a bit. Know where we can get some liquor?"

Edited July 15, 2015 by Ice Blizzard

[Fractured 2,684]

"Aw, he looks absolutely adorable," Rarity remarked with a giggle. "I wish I could say childhood was as happy, though. My parents were rock bottom poor, and outside of my grandfather, whom i'd rather not talk about, nopony wanted to associate with me or them. I started out with nothing, and from a filly to an adult, i've had to fight every inch of the way to get to where I had to be. The fashion lines, the boutique, and even this gem... it was all me," she finished, absent-mindedly touching it with her hoof as she spoke.

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@@Star Saber,

 

Pinkie Pie nodded, then, zipped her mouth shut, then locked it, then dug a hole, dropped the locked noise in the hole, covered the hole, built a house, and then moved the house over the hole. She then began hopping off toward the hospital, hoping Ash would follow him.

[Vae Victis 742]

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Tyra listened intently to Lorec's story, sitting down on the dirt as she stared up at him, and around herself.

Such a warrior could only be spoken of in legend; in fact, this in itself sounded like a legend he had brought from his homeland!

 

Once he had mentioned a sword that could rip apart the earth, the pieces began to come together.

 

Could he be...?

 

He held out a ribbon, the one he had been holding on to, which sported a golden insignia.

 

"Aye, I understand," She answered, with a single nod, "I will give you a battle to be proud of."

" I pray that you do, Tyra. And I will do the same for you..."

 

Turning away from the graves and walking past her, he would put some distance between them so they could start properly, on equal terms. When he had finally walked to a distance of about thirty feet, he turned around to face Tyra. While doing so, Lorec slipped the Zweihander off of his back and onto the ground via the strap that hung over his shoulder and chest. He then proceeded to take off his sleeveless tunic, revealing the rest of his bandaged upper body, tossing the tunic to The ground. He then picked up

The massive blade effortlessly with one arm, and mounted the blade in its scabbard upon his back again.

 

Lorec, looking upon Tyra stoically, began to ready himself. He popped his neck. And then cracked his knuckles. He didn't draw his blade. Instead, he simply raised his fists in a stance that suggested boxing.

 

" then let us begin! Come, Krigare Tyra!"

 

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[J.R. 3,183]

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Yuki put the picture back into her purse before speaking, "Yeah he was pretty cute wasn't he? You sound like a very hard worker, Rarity. I admire that. That's kinda how I was when I was younger."

 

She then got up after the masseuse was finished, and walked towards the spa's hot tub, "I was always in other ponies' business when I was younger, but, my father wanted me to focus on myself more. So I opened up a jewelry stand when I was 14."

 

She then, slowly got into the water and let out a relaxed sigh, "Ahhh.... So, anyway, I was always interested in jewels and whatnot. So, when I got older, I became a traveling jeweler. And boom. Here I am. And, as I said before, I like your sense of hard work. That's what I've always done, and that's what I've taught Icesius to do. I think if he does take interest in you, he's made the right choice."

 

"Has he made any moves towards you?" She asked quietly.

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

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He smiled lightly at Electron trying to think of why he was doing what he was doing, "Sure, follow me." He began to walk him down a vast, tall, hallway into the dining room of the Princesses',  "If you want a drink then you're going to have to act not necessarily professional and a bit more, uh," he put his hoof to his chin to symbolize thinking, "Assholeish?" He joked.

 

He motioned for EWS to sit down while he went and looked at the alcohol selection. He grabbed one glass from the shelf and a bottle of aged Scotch.

 

He walked over to the table with Electron Storm and set out the glass for him and popped the cork off the bottle. He leaned over to pour into the glass a cup for him but stopped right before he was about to pour the shot. "Do you want Alcohol or do you want help, because I can't give you both." he stated, leaving EWS to make his own choice.

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Twilight sat back up and beamed, "Now fighting, Lorec Krin; the minotaur, and Tyra Shatterhoof; the Earth pony. They will be fighting on the dusty, flat lands of, The Daxion Fortress Memorial Grounds. May the best fighter win!" She procliamed as she pumped her hoof in the air. 

 

She sat back down in her seat and reached to her left. She picked up a blue pennant and waved it around, "Let's go Tyra," she silently cheered as she prepared for the fight.

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Electron Wave Storm sat down and thought the options over. A part of him did want alcohol just for the heck of it, but waaaaay deep down within him, something said ask for help. "I guess I could use some help. I mean, it's just who I am. I mean, that corrupted cloud made me this way, and I can't fight it. And there's no, 'Oh, I'll just choose to act right.' Simply because I can't ok? That thing fried off some of my cells that corresponded to my feelings. Unfortunately, the only thing that could probably help is brain surgery."

 

He smirked, "You seem like a nice guy. Sort of a prick like me, but still friendly. *sigh* I lost my friendliness, and now I'm just a jerk. What can I do?"

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Aknor followed on up behind Trixie as they made their way to the restaurant, as they walked they passed the main promenade, from the looks of things the area was fairly calm at this time. "So Trixie, how's the day been? Busy with your getup I'll bet. You honestly do look amazing though, suiting for the 'great and powerful' Trixie." He nervously laughed. Then he stopped and listened, he could hear classical music in the nearby area. "Is that where we're going?" He looked at what seemed to be The entrance to an opera house. "They serve food there?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

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" I pray that you do, Tyra. And I will do the same for you..."

 

Turning away from the graves and walking past her, he would put some distance between them so they could start properly, on equal terms. When he had finally walked to a distance of about thirty feet, he turned around to face Tyra. While doing so, Lorec slipped the Zweihander off of his back and onto the ground via the strap that hung over his shoulder and chest. He then proceeded to take off his sleeveless tunic, revealing the rest of his bandaged upper body, tossing the tunic to The ground. He then picked up

The massive blade effortlessly with one arm, and mounted the blade in its scabbard upon his back again.

 

Lorec, looking upon Tyra stoically, began to ready himself. He popped his neck. And then cracked his knuckles. He didn't draw his blade. Instead, he simply raised his fists in a stance that suggested boxing.

 

" then let us begin! Come, Krigare Tyra!"

 

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Tyra nodded, and watched as Lorec put some distance between the two of them. He began preparing himself for battle, and she drew her axe as he drew his sword.

 

...only, he only kept it out for a few seconds, then sheathed it and put up his fists. Was he suggesting hand-to-hoof combat?

She returned her axe to its harness, respecting his combat style.

 

She smirked and dragged her hoof again, and suddenly burst into a straight charge for the minotaur, planning to headbutt him square in the torso.