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

[P-Jay 1,987]

Vinyl was partially attentive to Rune while she was also trying to balance the shot glass on the tip of her muzzle. She played with it, as it balanced; flimsily, upon her maw for roughly 20 seconds until she knocked it off her nose to respond to Rune without the risk of breaking the glass. 

 

"Adorable," she laughed, "You've got to be kidding me, I'd look like a little pansy filly. I'm not doing that," she continued to laugh as she placed emphasis on the word, "not." 

 

"But...," she started, "I am suggesting we do the song, seems like it's your kind of song anyway. Just no Nyan Dancing, ok?" She raised a curious eyebrow at Rune. She was enjoying herself but not enough to agree to hurt her image as a party mare. 

"aw, c'mooooooon! its so fun!" rune laughed, nudging her, "just once? as a favor? doesn't even have to be in front of others, and ill even do it with you!"

 

he grinned. "but i agree, frame of mind is a good song...lets do it!" 

 

he downed a water glass, brimming with energy. "but we're still gonna nyan dance, sometime, right?"

[Unicorncob 5,677]

As the dust slowly cleared from Lorec's impact crater, the behemoth Minotaur could be seen, although, he was in a most unperferable condition...

 

Hunched over, Lorec was standing, using his sword almost like a cane, putting weight on it with his right arm.

 

His left arm, however, hung limp, and was bleeding profusely, along with the wound in his side. He had indeed sacrificed his arm in order to save himself from greater damage. Trying to move his dominant arm was futile. It was, at this point, out of commission for the fight. Not only was the arm seemingly broken, but muscular blowout was evident within it as well...

 

Lorec, still resting and hunched over, was even coughing up blood profusely at this point. But even still, he said nothing, gave no indication of wanting to stop the fight. He stood there, a wounded beast, looking at Tyra defiantly.

 

Once the dust had cleared, Tyra could see that Lorec was indeed alive, but in horrible condition. He had returned to relatively normal condition, but his body was bleeding and battered, and his arm looked broken.

He didn't look like in fighting condition; if anything, he looked like he was ready to collapse dead at any second.

 

But she could see the fire in his eyes. A defiant blaze not unknown to herself. He wanted to fight on.

 

Slowly and shakily, Tyra got onto her hooves, trying to shake off the ache in her muscles and bones. She herself was exhausted and on the brink of breaking a limb, but if Lorec wanted to fight, then she would give him one.

 

"We do not need to carry on like this," She called to Lorec, "There is no shame in admitting you cannot continue, it is not worth losing your life!"

She wasn't trying to mock him of course; in fact, she was trying to save his life!

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@@The Down Trotten,

 

After the CMC finished hanging out with Lektra's younger siblings they decided to walk back to AJ's bar; Applebloom's current residence but on the way back they saw some new stallion with a brown coat and tanish, blonde mane.

 

They each stared at the seemingly lost stallion, "Who is that?" Applebloom questioned to her two filly friends.

 

"I don't know, why don't we go to talk to him?" Scootaloo suggested as she took a step forward, "He seems... really lost?" She spoke uncertainly. 

 

Applebloom and Scootaloo trotted out to see him but Sweetie Belle quickly stopped them as she yelled out in her typical shriller voice, "Stranger Danger!" She jumped out in front of them and forced them to walk backwars. "You can't talk to him, you don't know him."

Applebloom and Scootaloo exchanged glances of confusion, "Why? We've done it before haven't we? Shoot, we do it more than a ratliin' rattlesnake, rattles," Applebloom questioned Sweetie Belle who appeared frantic for whatever reason.

 

As they exchanged words back and forth they spoke loudly and semi - obnoxiously; primarily Sweetie Belle, but their voices as well as hoof gestures were very apparent, likely attracting the attention of the new stallion as many of the gestures directed at him. Only a fool would miss the fact that they, themselves, were being characterized. 

[The Down Trotten 300]

@,

 

He smiled and pulled himself out of his thoughts of grand schemes and foolish plans

 

Don't look now, but you've been spotted by the local youth... I suppose a few moments talking to them couldn't hurt, maybe they will help me clear my head. after today's youth are tomorrows decision makers. 

 

He could help himself, it wasn't often that others were curious about him before he spoke a word. With a deep breath he turned and approached them politely "Excuse me, I couldn't help but over hear you three fair filly's conversing about me. Can I perhaps help you? I can assure you I am harmless." he bowed to them "Rhetoric Rash, at your service." 

 

Where is this tack when your addressing adult ponies? 

Edited August 9, 2015 by The Down Trotten

[Vae Victis 742]

Once the dust had cleared, Tyra could see that Lorec was indeed alive, but in horrible condition. He had returned to relatively normal condition, but his body was bleeding and battered, and his arm looked broken.

He didn't look like in fighting condition; if anything, he looked like he was ready to collapse dead at any second.

 

But she could see the fire in his eyes. A defiant blaze not unknown to herself. He wanted to fight on.

 

Slowly and shakily, Tyra got onto her hooves, trying to shake off the ache in her muscles and bones. She herself was exhausted and on the brink of breaking a limb, but if Lorec wanted to fight, then she would give him one.

 

"We do not need to carry on like this," She called to Lorec, "There is no shame in admitting you cannot continue, it is not worth losing your life!"

She wasn't trying to mock him of course; in fact, she was trying to save his life!

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/He4YV1uqwfs

 

 

 

 

Lorec almost snarled at her when she had finished speaking. To him, throwing the fight while he could still swing a sword was out of the equation.

 

" And throw away everything I stand for? You would dare have me dishonored... On the very burial grounds of my kith and kin? I already carry much shame, and I refuse to burden myself with an ounce more! If this battle destroys my body, so be it! I've waited long enough for this day! "

 

The familiar aura around Lorec had forced its way back inside of him, and it was evident that another change was taking place. Lorec's scars had began to emit the same kind of glow that the aura around him earlier had given off. It was almost as if he had taken all of the power that he had produced from the Union of his soul and the ursa king's into his very core. All of it. None was being wasted. And quite potentially, it was the only thing holding him up at this point.

 

Raising his sword with his right, non-dominant hand, he swung it over his head and onto his shoulders once again, letting the weight of the great blade rest upon him. Behind him, the great stone ursa had began to fall over in the opposite direction, almost as if the beast itself had suffered a mortal wound. The earth buckled against the shockwave, but no dust. No debris. Just a stone bear, starting to crumble behind Lorec.

 

The minotaur's muscles in his right arm were bulging at an extreme rate, with veins becoming almost as thick as small twigs throughout said arm. He was diverting much of Viruden's energy into the arm, to compensate for his other. Slowly, and with his left dangling and useless, he began walking slowly toward tyra.

 

" I do not retreat."

[Vae Victis 742]

Once the dust had cleared, Tyra could see that Lorec was indeed alive, but in horrible condition. He had returned to relatively normal condition, but his body was bleeding and battered, and his arm looked broken.

He didn't look like in fighting condition; if anything, he looked like he was ready to collapse dead at any second.

 

But she could see the fire in his eyes. A defiant blaze not unknown to herself. He wanted to fight on.

 

Slowly and shakily, Tyra got onto her hooves, trying to shake off the ache in her muscles and bones. She herself was exhausted and on the brink of breaking a limb, but if Lorec wanted to fight, then she would give him one.

 

"We do not need to carry on like this," She called to Lorec, "There is no shame in admitting you cannot continue, it is not worth losing your life!"

She wasn't trying to mock him of course; in fact, she was trying to save his life!

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/He4YV1uqwfs

 

 

 

 

Lorec almost snarled at her when she had finished speaking. To him, throwing the fight while he could still swing a sword was out of the equation.

 

" And throw away everything I stand for? You would dare have me dishonored... On the very burial grounds of my kith and kin? I already carry much shame, and I refuse to burden myself with an ounce more! If this battle destroys my body, so be it! I've waited long enough for this day! "

 

The familiar aura around Lorec had forced its way back inside of him, and it was evident that another change was taking place. Lorec's scars had began to emit the same kind of glow that the aura around him earlier had given off. It was almost as if he had taken all of the power that he had produced from the Union of his soul and the ursa king's into his very core. All of it. None was being wasted. And quite potentially, it was the only thing holding him up at this point.

 

Raising his sword with his right, non-dominant hand, he swung it over his head and onto his shoulders once again, letting the weight of the great blade rest upon him. Behind him, the great stone ursa had began to fall over in the opposite direction, almost as if the beast itself had suffered a mortal wound. The earth buckled against the shockwave, but no dust. No debris. Just a stone bear, starting to crumble behind Lorec.

 

The minotaur's muscles in his right arm were bulging at an extreme rate, with veins becoming almost as thick as small twigs throughout said arm. He was diverting much of Viruden's energy into the arm, to compensate for his other. Slowly, and with his left dangling and useless, he began walking slowly toward tyra.

 

" I do not retreat."

[Unicorncob 5,677]

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/He4YV1uqwfs

 

 

 

 

Lorec almost snarled at her when she had finished speaking. To him, throwing the fight while he could still swing a sword was out of the equation.

 

" And throw away everything I stand for? You would dare have me dishonored... On the very burial grounds of my kith and kin? I already carry much shame, and I refuse to burden myself with an ounce more! If this battle destroys my body, so be it! I've waited long enough for this day! "

 

The familiar aura around Lorec had forced its way back inside of him, and it was evident that another change was taking place. Lorec's scars had began to emit the same kind of glow that the aura around him earlier had given off. It was almost as if he had taken all of the power that he had produced from the Union of his soul and the ursa king's into his very core. All of it. None was being wasted. And quite potentially, it was the only thing holding him up at this point.

 

Raising his sword with his right, non-dominant hand, he swung it over his head and onto his shoulders once again, letting the weight of the great blade rest upon him. Behind him, the great stone ursa had began to fall over in the opposite direction, almost as if the beast itself had suffered a mortal wound. The earth buckled against the shockwave, but no dust. No debris. Just a stone bear, starting to crumble behind Lorec.

 

The minotaur's muscles in his right arm were bulging at an extreme rate, with veins becoming almost as thick as small twigs throughout said arm. He was diverting much of Viruden's energy into the arm, to compensate for his other. Slowly, and with his left dangling and useless, he began walking slowly toward tyra.

 

" I do not retreat."

 

Tyra could only watch as the misshapen Lorec hobbled toward her, the right arm resting his large sword on his back and bulging unnaturally. He was just barely standing, and she knew it.

 

She wanted to honour his request, but she didn't want him to die. And she especially didn't want to be the cause of him dying.

 

He was not going to back down, so neither was she. She readied her axe and began to step forward, walking toward Lorec.

 

"Neither do I."

[Star Saber 114]

@,

 

It wouldn’t take the two of them very long to reach the cave Ash spoke of as Bangcolt was basicly right next to the mountain. Inside appeared to be the remnants of a campsite long abandoned. Ash started up a small fire with some discarded pieces of wood and sat down to dry his cast. His stomach growled but he ignored it instead he just stared out of the mouth of the cave watching the storm.

 

“And I thought you ponies were responsible for the weather here.” Ash idly commented.

Edited August 9, 2015 by Star Saber

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@,

 

Treehugger smiled and led Naga inside only to be stopped at the gate, "No hippies allowed," the guard said monotonously, but changed his mind as he saw Treehugger flash her ticket. In result, the bouncer pulled back a velvet rope under the canapy leading to the entrance. 

 

Treehugger turned around and gave the golden ticket to Naga, "Here ya go, stay far out." She simply stated before walking away into the wet, barrage of rain and deafening darkness without any explanation as to why and where she would go. 

[Fractured 2,684]

The Chatty Cathy, successor to the Gabby Gums, and the biggest source of news currently in the city of Bangcolt. And Diamond Tiara ran the whole thing, down to the individual workers. It was all hers; her pride and joy. Diamind Tiara almost deflated at hearing someone reger to it as "that newspaper."

 

"It's not just a newspaper," she said proudly, puffing herself up a little bit. "It's the chatty Cathy, the most popular gossip columnist magazine in the city. Ponies eat up all of the information about the contestants around here that we give to them, as well as other stuff, and we make a ton of money. It's simple." she said with a cocky smile.

[J.R. 3,183]

@,

It was interesting to Blizzard how such a young pony could be so successful with one newspaper column. Although, he figured that referring to it by name would be a better course of action within the conversation. It sounded unreal to the point where Ice's jaw almost dropped to the floor if he hadn't held it up with his hoof.

 

"Damn," he said, amazed, "So you print gossip, huh? I'd love to read that sometime. And between you in me, I love a little dirt sometimes. Even when the joke's on me I get a laugh."

 

"I know it must be hard work, but it does sound like fun," Ice said with a smile, "Although, you got some pretty damn good skills working The Chatty Cathy. Got any new 'juice' lately?" he asked.

[Vae Victis 742]

Tyra could only watch as the misshapen Lorec hobbled toward her, the right arm resting his large sword on his back and bulging unnaturally. He was just barely standing, and she knew it.

 

She wanted to honour his request, but she didn't want him to die. And she especially didn't want to be the cause of him dying.

 

He was not going to back down, so neither was she. She readied her axe and began to step forward, walking toward Lorec.

 

"Neither do I."

Lorec painstakingly began his charge, scars still glowing from him internalizing all of the Ursa king's power. His left arm simply dangled to

And fro as he charged at Tyra, as useless as a broken wheel from a wagon.

 

Beginning his swing as he charged in, Lorec would attempt an overhead swing coming around from behind his neck, slashing downward at Tyra diagonally again.

 

@

 

Naga, seemingly dumbfounded by this mare, glanced at the golden ticket that would allow him to enter the establishment. Still in the rain and getting soaked as his thoughts were processing, he eventually snapped out of it, and ran towards the hippie mare, eventually catching up to her.

 

" oi, before ya leave like a fledglin' Phoenix takin' to the higher seas, can I at least have the name of the gracious one who had mercy on little ol' Naga? And better yet, this ticket is good fer two, right?... Not invitin' you to the halabaloo is certainly bad karma, especially since yer the one it was meant fer! C'mon I'm sure it'll be fun!"

 

Naga said, excited to gain entry into the dance at last.

[Unicorncob 5,677]

Lorec painstakingly began his charge, scars still glowing from him internalizing all of the Ursa king's power. His left arm simply dangled to

And fro as he charged at Tyra, as useless as a broken wheel from a wagon.

 

Beginning his swing as he charged in, Lorec would attempt an overhead swing coming around from behind his neck, slashing downward at Tyra diagonally again.

 

Tyra also began her charge, her limbs aching from the conflict. She felt sluggish and weak, but if she could stand, she could fight.

Her head was turned to the side, ready to swing her axe upward, according to how the minotaur's right arm was positioned.

As his sword came down, her axe came up.

 

CLANG!!

 

Sparks flew as the blades clashed, slung by their pained wielders, and locked in another stalemate.

Tyra, in a quick flash of thought, wondered if the same strategy as before would work...

 

She side-stepped, shifting her weight to the side, and hoped it would leave him vulnerable for a counterattack.

[Vae Victis 742]

Tyra also began her charge, her limbs aching from the conflict. She felt sluggish and weak, but if she could stand, she could fight.

Her head was turned to the side, ready to swing her axe upward, according to how the minotaur's right arm was positioned.

As his sword came down, her axe came up.

 

CLANG!!

 

Sparks flew as the blades clashed, slung by their pained wielders, and locked in another stalemate.

Tyra, in a quick flash of thought, wondered if the same strategy as before would work...

 

She side-stepped, shifting her weight to the side, and hoped it would leave him vulnerable for a counterattack.

Lorec, the same as before, was sent reeling forward once more, a victim of the same tactic. However, having learned from his previous experience, Lorec planted his sword in the ground and used it as a pivot with his good hand as he stopped himself from tripping up even further.

 

Swinging back around to face Tyra as to not take another shot in one of his sides, Lorec began to unleash a powerful, sweeping kick from his right hoof in an attempt to catch Tyra by surprise. It's range was quite impressive, given the minotaur's stature, and would easily sweep the area behind him, where Tyra would be, a counterattack to a counterattack.

[Unicorncob 5,677]

Lorec, the same as before, was sent reeling forward once more, a victim of the same tactic. However, having learned from his previous experience, Lorec planted his sword in the ground and used it as a pivot with his good hand as he stopped himself from tripping up even further.

 

Swinging back around to face Tyra as to not take another shot in one of his sides, Lorec began to unleash a powerful, sweeping kick from his right hoof in an attempt to catch Tyra by surprise. It's range was quite impressive, given the minotaur's stature, and would easily sweep the area behind him, where Tyra would be, a counterattack to a counterattack.

 

Tyra smirked as her technique landed, but it seemed Lorec had indeed learned from the last time. He used his sword to prop himself up, then used his own momentum to swing around, sweeping his hoof toward her in a kick.

 

Even if she had time to try and dodge the attack, there was no time. She took the attack square in the side, sending her hurdling across the dirt plain and skidding to a stop after a few rolls.

She coughed, having the wind taken out of her, and tried to force herself back up. A searing pain engulfed the side of her body, like a few ribs had finally been shattered.

 

Her axe landed nearby, and she began a forced trudge over in attempt to grab it.

[MozillaToast 233]

Aknor nodded in agreement as she explained her future plans to him. When she finished he looked her in the eyes with a comforting look on his face, "That's good. You've clearly thought out and in full and you have the final plan set in stone and aren't leaving anything down to second chances. It takes a lot of confidence and courage to know exactly what your doing and who you are and to accept it and move forward with that." He had a question tingling at the tip of his tongue as he spoke but he decided to keep it in than to accidentally hurt somepony's feelings, or his own. "So, is there anything else you wanted to know about me?"

[Fractured 2,684]

Diamond Tiara deflated again. She had been caught off-guard, with nothing to show for her work, and she hated that more than anything.

 

"Actually, no," she responded to Ice Blizzard flatly. "The Chatty Cathy doesn't have anything interesting to run tomorrow at all. It's just a bunch of small-time articles about stuff that happened around the arena until we find the next big scoop. And I had to work late in order to even scrounge those up." she admitted with irritation. Sure, it was technically her peon's faults, but as a boss, she'd end up getting the blame for it anyway. It was just the risks of being a boss.

 

--------

 

Trixie thought it over, the list of possible questions intermingling with the ones that would be appropriate to ask to a pony she just met. She came up with what she thought was a suitable answer, all things considered.

 

"I'm curious. What's your favorite pasttime?" she said, thinking she if she was going to get to know him, she may as well test the waters first.

[J.R. 3,183]

@,

Ice felt sad. This filly worked hard to prove herself everyday, and had nothing to show for herself the next day. What could he do? Could he be a friend, and try to help her out? But what could he do?

 

He remembered a picture he had stuffed between a page of his old book. It was a picture of Rebilac and Strix getting beat by Anette and Wilhelm. He took it out, and showed it to her, "Hehehe..." he grinned evilly, "This is a picture I took after my friends Anette and Wilhelm beat the butts of Rebilac and Strix. Heheheee....you could use this for your article tomorrow.."

 

He stood back and cleared his throat "'Grey Pony & Griffon Partner Lose To Dolls!' You could use that tomorrow, and uh, let's keep it between us. If anypony asks, Chatty Cathy found this picture, ok?" he said with a wink.

[Fractured 2,684]

Diamond Tiara caught the wink, but she didn't return it. Instead, the corners of her face tilted down, and her eyes narrowed into a slight scowl. She didn't do hand-outs, not even from ponies who were friends. What would her dad say?

 

"Thanks, but I don't need it," she said flatly. "I'll make my own pictures, i'll get my own news, and i'll do it by myself. I don't need any help." she concluded, turning her head away from Ice Blizzard quickly.

[J.R. 3,183]

@,

Blizzard respected Diamond Tiara's wishes, and nodded, "I completely understand. You wanna do something yourself. I admire that."

 

He slipped the picture back into his book, and tried to think of something else to talk about, "Hm. A night like this reminds me of when me and my friends went to Tartarus. It was a very hard and long journey, and we had to fight--" he stopped and looked at DT, "Oh, uh, sorry. I sometimes like to tell that story, but I'll stop if it sounds boring," he said shyly.

[Fractured 2,684]

Diamond Tiara tilted her head back and peered at ice Blizzard. He had to be bluffing; anypony that knew anything about Tartarus knew it was some kind of twisted place where nothing ever escaped. She certainly didn't think he fit the description of someone who had broken the odds.

 

"There's no way you made it into Tartarus. Or out! Nopony ever escapes from there! You're bluffing," she said mockingly, just barely reigning in the urge to stick out her tongue childishly.

[Vae Victis 742]

Tyra smirked as her technique landed, but it seemed Lorec had indeed learned from the last time. He used his sword to prop himself up, then used his own momentum to swing around, sweeping his hoof toward her in a kick.

 

Even if she had time to try and dodge the attack, there was no time. She took the attack square in the side, sending her hurdling across the dirt plain and skidding to a stop after a few rolls.

She coughed, having the wind taken out of her, and tried to force herself back up. A searing pain engulfed the side of her body, like a few ribs had finally been shattered.

 

Her axe landed nearby, and she began a forced trudge over in attempt to grab it.

Coming back around full circle from the kicking motion, Lorec, with his right arm still receiving the brunt of the power he internalized from the Ursa King, and his scars still glowing eerily.

 

Almost immediately following the finishing transition, Lorec once again dislodged the blade from the earth, and mounted it upon his shoulder again.

 

As Tyra began crawling for her weapon, Lorec walked excessively slow towards her, as if to give her time to retrieve her armament. A towering, wounded beast, the way Lorec walked towards her was... Unsettling. His left arm dangled back and forth, lifeless. His side was was bleeding profusely from the axe wound even still, and the cut under his eye had covered the lower right portion of his face in blood. And even still, he walked towards her as if none of it even pained him, or even mattered.

 

And even more unsettling was the wide grin on his face as he approached her.

[J.R. 3,183]

@,(@, @@Orion Caelum, Mention'd for the references. XD)

Blizzard scoffed, "Ha. Actually, yes I did. Ahem.....Here's how it went" he put on a scratchy voice that he called his "narration voice". A voice that he sometimes used to playfully annoy his friends when calling them....
 

"Princess Celestia was looking for a team of ponies who were tough enough to retrieve a relic that she had lost down in Tartarus. She sent out letters hoping to find ponies that would be up to the task..."

 

Blizzard spoke normally for a moment, "I actually still have a copy of the letter I got...." he started flipping through pages of his book, until his took out a letter that was stuck between two pages. He then read the letter aloud to DT,

 

 

"I, Princess Celestia, hereby order the strongest and the smartest ponies in the land, please report to me in Canterlot. I will explain further, there."

 

He pointed to a certian part of the letter, "Thing still has her signature on it." He then continued in his scratchy narrator voice, "From there, 5 heroes gathered in the Canterlot throne room to respond to Celestia's summons:

Icesius Blizzard, AKA me: An earth pony who could control ice, and fight like a pro.

Caliber the Wanderer: The master swordspony, who's not only my best friend, but a damn good fighter.

Wilhelm de Winter: The master science wiz, and weapons expert. Another friend of mine who's here in the arena too.

Silver Sword: A noble Canterlot Guard who showed us the ropes, and kept us on track.

And Sinusoid Mixolydian: He may not have been much of a fighter, but he was very rational when it came to helping us make decisions that seemed like too great of an expense."

 

He cleared his throat, and drank some more of his soda before continuing, "Anyway, we all met in the throne room, and Celestia briefed us on our mission: To retrive an amulet. One that was more powerful than the alicorn amulet even! It was stolen by an evil idiot named...Eclipse." When Ice said his name, a loud bolt of lightning struck to accompany the dynamic of his name, "He had stolen the amulet from our Princess, and us five offered our services to help get it back."

 

If there was one thing Ice loved, it was reliving old memories of a good time, "I still remember Celestia saying, and I quote:

 

 

 

"I've called you all here for this one request: retrieve my amulet from tartarus, through whatever means necessary."

 

He then spoke in his normal voice, "Ooh, it gets really good from here. Want me to continue?" he asked with a big grin and wide eyes.

Edited August 12, 2015 by Ice Blizzard

[Unicorncob 5,677]

Coming back around full circle from the kicking motion, Lorec, with his right arm still receiving the brunt of the power he internalized from the Ursa King, and his scars still glowing eerily.

 

Almost immediately following the finishing transition, Lorec once again dislodged the blade from the earth, and mounted it upon his shoulder again.

 

As Tyra began crawling for her weapon, Lorec walked excessively slow towards her, as if to give her time to retrieve her armament. A towering, wounded beast, the way Lorec walked towards her was... Unsettling. His left arm dangled back and forth, lifeless. His side was was bleeding profusely from the axe wound even still, and the cut under his eye had covered the lower right portion of his face in blood. And even still, he walked towards her as if none of it even pained him, or even mattered.

 

And even more unsettling was the wide grin on his face as he approached her.

 

Tyra continued to weakly crawl toward her weapon, panting and gasping heavily as every inch forward felt like she had a building on her back. She could see Lorec was slowly edging toward her, the surreal movement and wide grin on his face was...actually unsettling.

 

He was so distorted and had done so much to his own body in this fight, and he still wanted to keep going.

Keeping true to her clan's creed, she would never back down, but this fight was taking such a toll on her. And it was only her first match!

 

She eventually reached her blade and weakly took it in her jaw, forcing herself into a shaky standing position. She turned and saw the misshapen Lorec creeping toward her...

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@, 

 

Night Tracer gulped as his body temperature began to rise. He was nervous and scared. The gritting of his teeth and sweats breaking out from his scalpel couldn't make him seem any more on edge. A question he had always been fearful of; he had always dreaded. He would casually throw around his words and saying, "I have no family," and not meaning it. But the realization that he constantly drove away and refuted. It's pressure came crashing down suddenly. Nothing new, he knew he was alone. He acknowledged it, accepted it but it hurt worse and worse everytime he was reminded of it.

The question in his head caused his ears popped and his eyes to soften. It hurt. Strangely enough, with all the joy Bangcolt gave him. Beneath it, between the lines was pain. Everlasting pain that he couldn't avoid or disown. He wanted to cry. He never had a problem with crying like many stallions did but he didn't want to do it in front of Celestia at this given moment. It was a fun night overall and it would end the second he answered the question. He knew it would, it was bound to happen. He wouldn't be able to stand before her after that.

Night Tracer was frozen for a good 30 seconds, at the minimum. After a sigh and some deep thought he opened up his mouth to speak, "No, I don't," he let seep through his teeth. "They're go--," he choked up. 

Before he could continue, Octavia ran up to him at their table, "Tracey, you're up after, Rune." She spoke to him frantically. He didn't give a response so she grabbed him by his hoof and dragged him toward backstage, "Sorry," he mouthed to Celestia as he was pulled off.

Octavia had pulled him to the wings and asked, "What song are you doing?" She spoke quickly and worriedly in coherence with blinking with twice really fast; which, showed her sense of urgency. 

Once Octavia mentioned it and Night refocused, Night had realized. He didn't have a clue what he was going to perform. After some time of thinking, he decided to make something up to avoid further questioning and risking an old fashion Octavia breakdown. "I'm performing an original." He smiled sheepishly. 

 

Octavia smiled widely and said, "Oh, I love it when you do that. Best not disappont, I'm excited!" 

 

She wandered off leaving Night Tracer to wonder, "Where is my journal, dammit." because inside would hold his latest and greatest creation and his only way to keep to his word. 

(So dang rushed)