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

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

A yellow stallion with a jet black mane trotted through the Bangcolt streets, the quintessence of smug stretched ear to ear on his face. Rumbling emitted from his stomach, and he groaned. "A bit fifty hayburger be my saving grace," he mumbled. 

 

He was greeted with a bell's chime as he entered Bangcolt's finest: Haydonald's. The smell of raunchy, frozen meat tempted his stomach and repulsed his taste buds. He closed his eyes and took a deep whiff, "mediocrity, where have you been today?" He didn't keep his eyes closed for long as they flashed open at the sound of a Steve Hoofschemi type character being a dick to two foals minding their business. 

 

He inched up to him and politely tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, bud. I know you're trying to be cool and all, you know, being an asshole to likely homeless children, but could you uh, I don't know, bully some other kids? My stomach's got a hankering for high cholestrol and late night epiphanies about my weight so... if you could just, uh, step to the side or something, and maybe let these kids order and move things along a bit--yeah, that would be great." 

Edited December 21, 2016 by SimonXStitch

[Denim&Venöm 18,615]

"Ah..." He closed his eyes, sipping from his flask once more, "I suppose a machine wouldn't understand..."

 

The anchor was brought down, the corner of it lodging itself in the side of his body; he hadn't made any attempts to dodge it, and showed little reaction to it. His breathing was immediately labored, yet he was content to cough up some blood, and look at the sky, muttering what sounded like a sea shanty...

 

Clearly, he'd given up the fight by now--it was time to return wherever he came from in Tartarus. 

"Well if that knowledge will send me down the path of defeat, and an eternity in Tarturus, or a trip to Davey Jones locker in your case. Then I hope I never will." dropping the rest of the anchor as the ship started sinking, she turned around and began walking away, 

 

"Yo ho." 

 

and then she started playing this out of her waterlogged  speakers. 

Edited December 21, 2016 by Denim&Venom

[P-Jay 1,987]

@@Denim&Venom, 

 

 

 

"...She has poor taste in music."

"Did she really have to? I mean, she could've been a badass!"

"She was almost there, too..."

"Honestly, this is just...Disrespectful."

"I say we don't congratulate her."

"You know the rules..."

"I will not say gg's over a bad song being played!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...She's right, y'know."

"Shush. Does anyone feel that?"
"Feel what--ooooh...This is bad."

"'Bad'? No, this is a buck up times ten."

"Jeez. I thought we'd at least get a few dozen more summons before he noticed!"

"Shush! I'm trying to think..."

"Think of what? How to fight the Shepherd?"

 

 

 

As Luster turned to walk away, the arena shimmered, and dissipated, leaving behind the wheezing griffon--who was then surrounded by a light, and disappeared. 

 

A pony trotted up to her a few minutes later, looking flustered, and even worrisome. "Congratulations on beating Firebeak the pirate, we hope your experience was pleasant!" She belted out, gasping slightly, "one win will be tallied to your Bangcolt history, feel free to challenge another contestant!" 

 

She paused, and turned around, almost rudely, murmuring to herself, "Shepherd...Shepherd...We're so screwed..."

[Jack Baker 698]

@,@@Unicorncob,  @@J.R.,

The earth pony stared blankly at them, and sighed.

 

"...Suit yourselves. I've no time to waste convincing street urchins," he said, as he saw someone approaching him. His target, dressed in the classic Royal Guard gold armor. If these two wanted to be witness to an assassination, let them. For now, the target was of the utmost importance. He'd come back for the other two later.

 

The target was minding his own business, whistling a tune, when he saw the earth pony standing near the two kids. He squinted his eyes, stopping a good distance away.

 

"Hey you," he said. "Step away from the children. This place might be a lawless hellhole, but we don't go so low as to allow child abuse to just happen." 

 

The earth pony just stood there, staring him down. Slowly, he walked forward towards him.

 

"Yeah, that's right creep, step away from them." He looked towards the kids. "Don't worry about a thing you two, we'll handle it from here. Now sir, I'll just have to ask you to come with  m--"

 

Before he could finish his sentence the pony began to focus. Drawing his sword, he mysteriously blinked toward him, disappearing from his original spot in a flash of light and reappearing right in front of him. When he reappeared, the guard found the sword stuck in his chest. Blood began to flow from the wound.

 

"...Huh?" he asked confused, before the pony yanked it out. Holding it backhanded, he delivered a couple slashes at the guard, one to the throat, slitting it, and one to the face, then another one to his left hoof, almost cutting it off. At this point, the guard was kneeling on the ground, losing blood fast and choking on whatever he had left. The earth pony left him there, letting him suffer, before walking away. He turned to the two kids.

 

"And now you have witnessed an assassination before you," he said to them. "I hope it was worth it... what will you do, I wonder?" He then blinked away towards a rooftop, making his way away from the scene as quick as possible.

Edited December 21, 2016 by Detective Adachi

[Denim&Venöm 18,615]

@@Denim&Venom, 

 

 

 

"...She has poor taste in music."

"Did she really have to? I mean, she could've been a badass!"

"She was almost there, too..."

"Honestly, this is just...Disrespectful."

"I say we don't congratulate her."

"You know the rules..."

"I will not say gg's over a bad song being played!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...She's right, y'know."

"Shush. Does anyone feel that?"

"Feel what--ooooh...This is bad."

"'Bad'? No, this is a buck up times ten."

"Jeez. I thought we'd at least get a few dozen more summons before he noticed!"

"Shush! I'm trying to think..."

"Think of what? How to fight the Shepherd?"

 

 

 

As Luster turned to walk away, the arena shimmered, and dissipated, leaving behind the wheezing griffon--who was then surrounded by a light, and disappeared. 

 

A pony trotted up to her a few minutes later, looking flustered, and even worrisome. "Congratulations on beating Firebeak the pirate, we hope your experience was pleasant!" She belted out, gasping slightly, "one win will be tallied to your Bangcolt history, feel free to challenge another contestant!" 

 

She paused, and turned around, almost rudely, murmuring to herself, "Shepherd...Shepherd...We're so screwed..."

"Well it wasn't. I wanted an opponent worthy of challenging my skill, one who I could truly exorcise my mettle against. Instead, I got presented with a wank pheasant who failed his audition for Pirates of the Caribbean and went to work at a Long John Silver's instead." 

 

She heard her murmuring. "Maybe this Shepard you're talking about would be a more worthy opponent for me." 

[P-Jay 1,987]

"Well it wasn't. I wanted an opponent worthy of challenging my skill, one who I could truly exorcise my mettle against. Instead, I got presented with a wank pheasant who failed his audition for Pirates of the Caribbean and went to work at a Long John Silver's instead." 

 

She heard her murmuring. "Maybe this Shepard you're talking about would be a more worthy opponent for me." 

 

She turned, looked Luster over a few times, and with an almost skeptical look, scoffed.

 

"...Arrogant, cocky, egotistical...Us six are gunning to ask for his forgiveness, we're not sure someone like you would be any help. Listen to me, no, look at me."

 

"Do not buck this up for everypony because you're programmed to fight. You wanna get tossed around, challenge someone else, okay?"

 

Mercia's salt had gotten to her--simply put, she didn't like Luster, and was using this as an excuse to tell her off--but on the other hoof, she did have a point. At least, to their knowledge, Shepherd wasn't one to be trifled with...

[Denim&Venöm 18,615]

She turned, looked Luster over a few times, and with an almost skeptical look, scoffed.

 

"...Arrogant, cocky, egotistical...Us six are gunning to ask for his forgiveness, we're not sure someone like you would be any help. Listen to me, no, look at me."

 

"Do not buck this up for everypony because you're programmed to fight. You wanna get tossed around, challenge someone else, okay?"

 

Mercia's salt had gotten to her--simply put, she didn't like Luster, and was using this as an excuse to tell her off--but on the other hoof, she did have a point. At least, to their knowledge, Shepherd wasn't one to be trifled with...

Luster cocked an eye brow at this mare's outburst. If the machinations in her face could show bemusement, instead of simply adjusting the cervos around her optics and eyebrows to vary her expressiveness, they would. That this mare thought she was high and mighty enough to be taking such a tone with her. 

 

"What? He some kind of mob boss or third world dictator? Even the princesses are just ponies, and more than likely, so is this guy."

Edited December 22, 2016 by Denim&Venom