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Spike was a Dragon of many traits, Violence, Anger, Wrath...eh, there were some positive traits somewhere in there...he'd just have to search... Greed, Jealousy, Hate...We aren't going anywhere with this... Power? Eh, that wasn't really a trait. Generosity? Hah! Yes, he could now add this to the list since he was helping these ponies, no? Good, he could still make himself look like the good guy. But even with all these...good traits, he still wasn't the best dragon around. Now power wise? Hell yeah, he was awesome. But he wasn't unbeatable, infact there were many good fighters out there. You'd have to look for them. He knew martial arts but barely got to use them. Why? Because most of everything these days didn't need it. He could just burn all his problems away. He could remember a time where he needed martial arts to fight. It was a few years back...
Flashback
Spike was walking down a path in one of the caves in one of his old homes. It led out to the open, the breeze was blowing, the sun was up high, the shadow casting in a tree was pointing something at him...
Wait, what?
Spike's eyes flickered over to the shadow where he saw it pointing some sort of metal weapon at him using magic. The entity let out a quick "tsk!" at being caught before dropping down the weapon of sorts and dropping down from the tree, with a heavy thump and a quick ground shake and he was in front of Spike, and he had to say....For a pony he sure was huge
"So, you are but a baby dragon." He said in his weird accent. This guy....this guy was huge, now normally I'm not stunned by big opponents seeing as I beat dragons bigger than houses on a daily, but this guy gave off a feeling of bad ass'ery.
"Well...Yeah." I blinked. This guy was something else. His stone cold face never changed. He looked me over.
"I don't see how you could give anyone a hard time, you are small. Not that small fighters are bad, you are just...smaller. than I expected." He said in a deep gravel tone of voice.
"Well, I don't like to brag...But yeah, I am pretty good." I bragged said modestly. His expression did change this time, he raised a brow.
"Well it matters not, I have a job to do. And that is, to make you a dead dragon." I blinked. Whoa, seriously? Who paid him to kill me? Wait, he was a mercenary? Huh, never met one of those, he looked pretty darn tough too if I said so myself. Not that I was pole riding, it was just a fact.
"Yeah, I like being a dragon that lives, so I'm going to have to decline." I said coolly. He glares at me (Pretty damn terrifying) before getting into some sort of martial arts stance, he was standing upright on his back hooves while his front hooves were in some sort of weird poster. He pounds his hooves together.
"I see, then no more words...Ready to face your fate?" I get on all fours and growl loudly, smoke creeps out of my mouth. It was time to do this.
"Let's go!" I roar out as he gets back on all fours to sprint at me, he was in front of me in a blur swinging down at me. Instead of swinging I thought I'd try blocking it. Let me be perfectly clear, whenever I go against a unicorn, they use their little magic to try and beat me, I figured "Hey, since all Unicorns use magic, maybe his muscles are purely for looks?" being the dumbass I was. Guess what? He slammed his hoof against my arms and I was flung across the dirt road like a fucking rag doll. I flew back even farther than I thought because at one point I hit a tree...which fell down from me hitting it.
Groaning I stood up, I wasn't hurt much, can't say much about the tree though.
That poor, poor tree.
I was partly satisfied to have noticed that he wasn't smirking or anything from his success, he did however speak.
"I would not try to block if I were you, I am very capable of sending you spiraling across from me." He advised me, I think he was being sympathetic because I'm a baby dragon, maybe.
"Duly noted." I grounded out heatedly. What? I was a dragon, you know, fierce?... And unhappy he got that hit off of me. I was somewhat bitter.
Did he hurt my body? Not really.
Did he hurt my pride, whole 'nother story.
I dashed beside him closing our distance in a mere few seconds, I lashed out my left foot going higher, which he blocked. Since I was going higher I lashed out yet another kick, this time with my right. In which he blocked again. Using my momentum I did a flip while I was still air bound, bringing it down heavily- Which he blocked again! I then tried to flutter kick about five times, he still blocked all of them...This guy had an iron defense! I hopped on his outstretched hoof and jumped off of it, doing a back flip kick- he couldn't dodge it in time and thanks to the amount of power in those kicks I send him flying a few inches off the ground which I capitalized on by stomping on him while he was suspended in mid air three times and finished the combo with another flip and bringing all my momentum down and putting all my weight onto my feet.
CRASH
I back flipped off of him into a place far enough for him to to reach me. And huffed, letting all the air out. I heard a grunt and saw him getting back on his hooves.
"Very nice, I'll see to return the favor." He said, still using that gravel tone of his. I frowned, looks like I didn't do much, even with all of that.
"You're good." I complimented. "What style are you using?" I inquired curiously. It used a lot of strength, so I had no idea what it was seeing as most styles used speed.
"Sambo, a deadly style invented by Brusshian military." He said. Oh, Brusshia. They were a deadly bunch of ponies when it came to fighting, that explained everything. Well, almost. This guy way TOO good. I've taken down Brusshian's before, so I know. "I thought I said no more talking." He pointed out, getting back into stance. I did as well.
"You did, I was just curious." I said. He grunted the charged me after getting back onto all fours again, right when he got in front of me and cocked back his hoof- just when I thought I had it figured out, he did something else. He faked me, he actually rolled to the side I jumped to when I thought he was going to try and hit me.
Now here's where we come to a problem. When a Brusshian has a hold on you, it means untold pain is about to descend upon you faster than bats flying out of Tartarus. This theory was proved needlessly by none other than the Pony grabbing me.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
That was the sound of me repeatedly hitting the ground as grabbed me with both of his hooves. He spun around in a circle, I went with him. He sent me flying, I went through several trees that collapsed after I went through them. Suddenly before I knew it, he was on me again. He picked me up once again, he wrapped his hooves around my neck.
CRACK
It wasn't enough to kill, but sure as hell was enough to hurt. He capitalized by bringing my arm down and slamming me on my face, then rolling onto the ground, and put all of his hooves on my arms and snapped it from it's place.
"ARGHHHH!" I cried out in agony. This guy had some strength on him to be able to even do that. He got up and tossed me into the air, bringing both his hooves in a baseball batting position and SLAMMED THE FUCK OUTTA ME!
I was sent spiraling through MORE trees and a boulder! Goodie! I stopped after the thirteenth three.
"Son...of a bitch..." I groaned out, I stood up. This was the first time anyone was able to kick my ass like this. I twisted my neck back into place wincing. I did the same with my arm, biting my lips. I saw him walking calmly toward me, while his facial expression said nothing, I was pretty darn sure inside he was all "I told you I'd pay you back.", taunting me. Sighing I stood up. He looked pleasantly surprised when he saw me standing.
"I thought you'd be down for the count." He said. I rolled my eyes and got back into position. I wanted to hurt so bad. I blurred infront of him. I raised both my hands in the air and put them in a hammer swinging position. He got into a blocking position at first, but then he looked alarmed, his eyes widened. He rolled out the way at the last second as I put a majority of my strength into the swing and in doing so...
CRACK! SLAM! BOOM!
A crater was forming below us from the impact of the blow, and he was going miles deep. Trees were being knocked away, so were boulders, where as caves just collapsed upon themselves. The wind blew harshly from all the destruction. Even I was thrown back and into a tree that was flying away me attached to is from the force. I rammed through the tree. After a short silence, the destruction was over. I rolled out of a pile of rocks and branches that had piled up on me, grunting. Nearby, I saw a huge rock being lifted, which was then tossed away with a disheveled looking pony who also grunted. He looked up and saw me.
"That was...more than I expected." He admitted. "I can see why you are greatly feared." I smiled at the praise.
"Yeah, you're pretty good too." I told him. He nodded in acceptance. "Though I have to admit, we both have been holding back. Amateur hour ends here. Step up your game." I grinned. He nodded once again. Suddenly dozens of boulders start floating, covered in a ice blue magic hue.
"Then, this is where the real game starts." He remarked. As soon as he said that, several boulders flew at me I got onto two legs and extended one out far and got into a crouching position holding one fist out next to the extended foot and one behind my head. A rock flew at me, and to my eyes...
Everything slowed down.
The first boulder was shattered by my fist, seeing shattered pieces everywhere, followed by a second rock, then a third. I lashed out my foot and shattered yet another boulder. Lunging forward, I jumped onto one of them, and then another. I stomped a boulder out the air that flew toward the one I was standing on, shattering it too. I flipped onto a different boulder, just as I was about to flip onto another one-
WHAM
I was being tackled to the ground by the Brusshian. Who slammed his hooves into the ground repeatedly, everywhere he hit was where my FACE used to be. He eventually got tired and just picked me up.
OH SHIT!
I wasn't having anymore of that and let out a stream a fire which forced him to drop me and roll out the way. Seeing as I had the offensive I continued to breath fire at him. He kept flipping out the way. How he did that with a body set like that is beyond me. Just know he did it.
He took something out his vest pocket with his hoof. He grabbed the metal part with his teeth and tore it off and spit it out. He then tossed it at me. I knew immediately what it was, it wasn't the first time it was used against me. I shot the grenade mid air before it could get too close me. With the strength he hurled it at I would be surprised if it went through diamond. My fire being as strong as it was however stopped it, and it blew up mid air.
BANG
In all this smoke, Bayman couldn't see. He looked around trying to spot a figure.
WHAM
Bayman was hit hard but not flying. He grunted and looked around again to find the dragon.
WHAM! WHAM!
That was the sound of scales hitting his flesh, he cried out in pain. And one of his hooves being held up from now touching the ground. As he looked up, he saw green glowing predator like eyes looking him in unrestrained glee before they disappeared. Looks like the playing field was now in the Dragons favor.
WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM!
He fell on his side, after several heavy blows he couldn't stand up for a second. He grunted. What was taking this smoke so long to clear up? The dragon had the advanta-
The Dragon had the advantage! That was it! He was using his own smoke as a smoke screen! The grenade was a distraction. He needed to get out of this smoke fast, if he didn't, things would get ugly really quick. He jumped to his hooves, only to be sent back down of the ground.
WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM!
He was striking him on the ground now, not letting him get any time to rest. Grunting, he tried rushing out the smoke after getting up again.
WHAM! WHAM!
Back to the drawing board, the dragon wouldn't let him escape. He knew that he was aware of his strategy and was milking it for all it's worth. Damn! What's worse is he couldn't breath in this smoke, he was going down soon, he needed out NOW.
Spike decided it was time to end this, while he was having fun he needed to stop this before the pony got an idea to get out.
"Hey, what's your name?" Spike asked. He was curious, such an opponent needed a name. The pony answered smoothly, clearly trying to stall time to make a plan.
"Bayman, and yours?" He asked evenly, he clearly was panicked, he started coughing. "It's like a frying pan in here..." I heard him mutter with my awesome hearing. He just set himself up for a bad joke now.
"Spike, and I'm afraid this has to end." I said happily. Just as I said that I zeroed in on him in the smoke, I put a bunch of strength into my arms and swung.
WHAM!
He flew out and embedded himself into a tree. I jumped in front of him. My bad joke senses were starting kick in.
"So, a frying pan huh?..." I mused. "Looks like you jumped right out of the frying pan..." I reared back letting out a loud roar followed by a stream of flames. "AND INTO THE FIRE!"
SCORCH
"Gahh!!!" He cries out, and finally faints. I grinned. And fell to one of my knees.
"It was nice fighting you and all, but I am outta here!" I told the unconscious Bayman. I got up, and limped away to the cave where my parents would be, no doubt worrying. I cast a glance back at Bayman to see him still down for the count, the wind blew, and his hair ruffled from it. Still knocked the fuck out. The breeze felt good. I continued limping away. Not looking back after that.
Flashback end
Yup, those were the days...The whole reason he was getting into this was because he saw how nice those ponies were, and it made him feel...almost like crap into how evil he was compared to them. Yeah, they had flaws but were in no way purposely cruel.
"AHHHHH!!" The loud scream broke me out of my thoughts. I heard and I heaved a heavy sigh, it was time to see what was going on. I walked upstairs and saw the lights flickering, down the hall I saw...something, dunno what it was. Because of that I deducted it was that monster. Not that I wasn't a monster myself of course. I had the music box in hand, a terrified looking Twilight was backed against the wall with the monster/ghost observing her. I called out.
"Looking for this?" I asked casually. The thing looked over at me, then the music box then silently trekked over to be, grabbing the box and swallowing it. It stared at me. I stared in return.
"Soo..." I asked rubbing my arm, he continued to stare. I took a step back, it took one forward. I frowned, then turned around and started walking away, seeing what it'd do. He followed.
"Are you gonna follow me around!?" I demanded. It said nothing. "Oooooh boy..." I groaned.
Twilight looked unnerved. "What is that? Is it a ghost?" It was immune to her magic more than likely, therefore she was scared. All the others then came rushing out from the wherever they came from.
"Twi'! Are you okay!? Did that...THING hurt you!?" Applejack asked heatedly. Twilight shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. Spike came along." She frowned and looked at the ghost and Spike. "He looks like he has it under control." She said grinning.
Rainbow Dash frowned. "Sorry we couldn't get here earlier! We uh, well THEY got lost. I was just following them to make sure they'd be okay." She boasted/lied.
Twilight rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long day. This was not helped when a "Stop following me!" Followed by nervous laughter and a fainted Fluttershy was presented. She sighed.