Blag O' Goodies

Because puns.
I'm terrible at this.

Hey, you may notice that UUT, or, Unexpected Ultimate Test is tagged in this blog, and that's for a very sound reason.
See, I'm going to release another action fic here soon, so all you that favorited UUT for the action/fight scene in it will be happy with this!

Check my last blog for my first sneak peek.
I'll skip the details that I put on my last blog so if you want to know what's going on, you'll want to check there.

Also keep in mind that this fight isn't edited or proof-read yet, so if you spot anything odd, let me know.

Without further ado, let the second fight be partly seen!

Rainbow Dash vs. Grimaa! ((Dragon character about the size of a pony but bipedal so he seems larger))

FIGHT! ((but if you want to skip to more news go below the quote))

The sixth one stepped one foot forward and spoke loudly. "I am the sixth strongest, Grimaa. And I plan on taking you down, Miss Colors. Wonder if you bleed rainbows, too." He taunted, smiling.

"Pinkie's sixth, but since she's not here I guess I'm next in line. Name's Rainbow Dash, seventh powerful."

"Good to know, Color Butt!" Grimaa shouted, lunging to Rainbow Dash, causing her to back away and choose a better fighting spot. "You better run!" Grimaa's shout could be heard in the distance as he laughed.

“Catch me if you can, Smiley!” Rainbow Dash taunted as she flew away from him, keeping a good distance from him at a steady pace. After minutes of chasing around, Grimaa grabbed hold of Rainbow Dash’s leg and threw her to the dirt as hard as he could, making her spin and tumble through the air. She crashed hard into the ground and slid to a stop on her side, wings flaring out above her.

She groaned as she got back up, cursing to herself silently for letting him get ahold of her like that. “What’s wrong?” Grimaa asked as he walked over to her, his dragon wings folding back into their original place. “Ground a bit uncomfortable for ya, Color Butt?” He taunted with a smile.

“Eh,” Rainbow Dash said, righting herself and standing up, starting to walk towards him the same way he was walking to her. “I’ve felt better.” She replied, a smile of her own on her face.

“I’m just gonna lay down a rule right now.” Grimaa stopped, eying her wings and her muscle tone. “If you ain’t the fastest of your group, you might as well fall over dead now.”

Dash simply laughed. “When it comes to long distances, I am the fastest. The one you gotta worry about is Pinkie with close range speed.” She visibly shuddered as she sighed. “She’s impossible.”

“Well,” Grimaa started, picking up his pace. “I don’t see a problem there seeing as how she’s up against Murcielago, our number four!” He started to laugh as he pictured the head of the pony rolling on the floor.

“When I say impossible-“ Dash said, ignoring his laughter. “I mean that she’s impossible to see when she moves.”

“Tch, sounds to me that you praise her too much and doubt the power of Murcielago over there.” He looked over to where they were fighting to see a body falling at high speeds to the ground, with a pink figure following just as quick.

What? Was he actually losing to their number six? He frowned as he turned back to look at his opponent, only to find a hoof inches from his face. He instantly braced for impact and pulled back.

Dash laughed and pulled her hoof back. “The look on your face!” Grimaa growled and punched her in the jaw, making her fall back and land harshly on the ground.

“Damn you Color Butt!” He stepped closer to her, bending to pick her up.

“Not apologizing!” Dash kicked his hands away and flipped backwards in the same motion, getting good distance away from him.

Much to Dash's surprise, Grimaa appeared next to her in a flash similar to Sun Step and kicked her hooves out from under her, then punched her in the rib as she started falling, sending her through the air just a slight amount before tumbling repeatedly on the ground again. She righted herself as she slid to a stop and looked up to him in rage, then saw that a fist was inches from her face, and she rose to defend herself, bracing herself for impact at the same time.

Grimaa started laughing as he pulled his fist back. "Got you back!" Dash sneered angrily at him for a moment before a smile crept it's way onto her face. "What, not gonna punch me back?" He taunted, shifting around like a boxer and smiling that same sadistic smile before he rushed her again.

Dash rose to her hind legs and met his fists with her hooves, then started exchanging blows as she was pushed backwards slowly. She deflected one last punch before she took to the skies, leaving him behind in the dust she created from the wind and dirt.

The scars from his claws were all over the front of her body from the last spar they went through, but he wasn't fairing too well either from the amount of bruises covering him as she watched him gain distance on her.

Oh crap, Dash realized that he was actually gaining distance on her and rolled through the air, going back down at insane speeds, but not quite Sonic Rainboom speeds. Not yet. Once she neared ground, she slowed and came to a stop, only to have Grimaa mercilessly kick her down into the ground as he arrived just a second later.

Before she could act against him, she felt a claw grasp her neck and pull her up, squeezing harshly as she was pulled face-to-face with the dragon she'd been fighting. She hung loosely from Grimaa’s grasp, his hand squeezing her neck harshly, her lungs begging for air.

“Tch,” Grimaa spat to the ground, disappointed grimace on his face. “Thought you’d be more than this, Color Butt. I’ve gotta say I’m kinda sad with how you’d turned out.” He pulled her a bit closer to punch her in the gut again, but was surprised by her wing blocking his punch as if she’d used her hoof.

“What the-“ Grimaa lost his grip on her neck as she forced his hands away from her with her wings alone, yet staying afloat in the air where she was held.

“Did you honestly expect me to give up that easily?” How had she done that? Wings aren’t supposed to be that strong! “I didn’t want to have to do this-“ She pushed away both of his arms, sending him tumbling backwards. “-but with how you fight, I guess I have to pull all my tricks.” She tucked in her hooves and wings and dove toward the ground.

Wanting to see what she meant, he followed her down, but kept his distance from her. She slowed her descent as she neared the ground, but she kept her hooves against her chest. She stood on the ground with her wings in place of her fore-hooves.

Grimaa landed shortly after she did and watched as she stood on her wings. “Before you say anything ridiculous,” He started walking towards her. “I guess this means that your wings are basically an extra pair of hooves?”

Dash laughed. “You got it right, pal.” Dash stood back on her fore-hooves, curling her wings like Grimaa would his fists. “Let’s see you fight six limbs.”

Cliffhangers, ooh. Trust me, you had best be glad I ended it here instead of a bit later in the fight. Whooh. Gets rough.

Before you go saying "oh that happened quick" let me tell you that the fight you see above is HIGHLY UNFINISHED and HIGHLY EDITED TO BE SHORTENED.

Anyways, for more news regarding this.

I've already written about over 70% of the story itself, but the fight scenes are a whole other 60% of the story, considering there's ten fights. Who will win and who will lose, who will have the toughest time, who will be killed? I might kill off a character, I don't know yet.

For more news regarding why I tagged you people in the first place: you guys are awesome! You made UUT one of my best stories, and helped inspire me to write more things similar to it. I really hope that this next story will quench your thirst, as I'm putting months into this story.

For any questions you have, or suggestions all the same, leave a comment below and I'll respond.

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