private Lunacy in Las Pegasus RP

[Dapper Charmer 591]

@@Amorphous

 

Mist cheered excitedly alongside the crowed. He had never really been into violence yet seeing this fight was amazing. He was also surprised that the mare wasn't using her magic. Although that might have been one of the rules. He ordered a beer and drank it as he watched the fight.

[crispy fries 432]

@@The Pixelated Pony,

 

Ballpoint put sparkle down on the bed, then left the room to get part on her own time. They had just gotten there yesterday, and she was determined to still have some fun, despite the events of both last night and what had just happened. After all, Ballpoint didn't want to let this vacation go to waste.

[TerminalObsession 250]

@@Amorphous

 

Mist cheered excitedly alongside the crowed. He had never really been into violence yet seeing this fight was amazing. He was also surprised that the mare wasn't using her magic. Although that might have been one of the rules. He ordered a beer and drank it as he watched the fight.

 

Ironblade stabbed her horn through one of the griffon's wings and pinned it to the ground. The griffon roared, swiping with his talons. Iron yanked her head out of the ground and twisted to the side, causing the sharp claws to graze the covered half of her face. She struck back by stamping one hoof over the griffon's talon and standing up., twisting it into the sand.

 

They fought brutally across the arena, slicing and biting and stabbing. Blood splattered across the sand, and the crowd roared. Ironblade bucked her opponent in the side of the head and put her forehooves on his neck, staring out at the griffons in the audience.

 

Another gunshot-crack signaled the end of the fight. Small gold coins bounced into the arena as Ironblade gave a small, shaky bow. She stepped off of the griffon and walked to her side of the arena with a small limp. Blood continued to trickle from her wounds as she returned calmly to her place in the stands. Telekinesis pulled several rolls of bandages from under the wood-plank seats, and Iron calmly wrapped them over her injuries. She calmly straightened her spiked mane as the faint rattle of coins filled the room.