A Song of Ice and Fire · 5:28am Feb 25th, 2014
This time, both siblings advanced together. Their strikes were slower now—paced and measured through the pain hindering their movements—but the clash of steel was just as powerful as before. Cyclone struck out at Typhoon, first high, then low, and twice on the right. Typhoon blocked each strike and rotated out of the last one to slash at Cyclone’s left. The sword caught his armor, further crumpling it, and she moved to press Cyclone farther back. The stallion led her until he was able to hook his sword under hers and parry her strike away, leaving an opening for his one good wing to attack. When it did, he punched it into Typhoon’s chest three times, each one pounding the steel further until it left a crumpled gash in the mare’s side, making it difficult to breathe. Following that up, Cyclone ducked under a slash from Typhoon and slammed his sword into his sister’s helmet. Typhoon shouted as the sword burned off part of her ear before lodging in her helmet. Pulling on his sword, Cyclone ripped the helm off of Typhoon’s head and pushed her backwards.
Typhoon fell back long enough to coil her legs underneath her and propel herself towards her brother. Slamming a wingblade into his skull, she flipped Cyclone onto his back and sent his helmet flying into the stained glass lining the hall, where it became caught halfway through the lead and colored window. Luckily for Cyclone, he was able to twist his body so that he didn’t fall on his dislocated wing, but even still he grunted as it flapped loosely against his side.
Scrambling around, both ponies stood up and faced each other. They each panted several times, their breathing pained and ragged. Both swayed where they stood and were unsteady on their hooves as they slowly walked towards each other. Without blinking, that walk turned into a canter, and from a canter, a full gallop. Brother and sister eyed each other’s necks while watching where their opponent’s swords were angled. Little more than ten feet from each other, both ponies swung their swords with everything they had.
Fire and ice collided in the center, spewing steam and tiny shards of shattered skysteel into the crowd of Praetorians surrounding them.
Special thanks to Ruirik for bringing one of the most pivotal scenes of Snow and Shadows to life!
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