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// Never Give In 
// Story: Saving Equestria 
// by HazardFacts 
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Chapter 4:
Now here’s one thing you should know about me: the only time I back down from a fight is when I can get out of it through reason. Which I could tell wasn’t happening here. So I prepared myself for a fight. I mentally chose a heavy rock song to fight it out to. Not going to say what it was, but it was perfect for the situation. Especially if I had to run away in the end. Cowardly? Nope. Smart? A lot smarter and less cowardly than what any of you would have done differently. I clenched my fists, tightened up my muscles, and got angry. Anything that would help me survive at that point. I also visualized taking all of them down.
Three of them. Three of them came first. They weren’t the winged ones. These ones were gray and had horns on their foreheads. They looked sort of like unicorns. One of their horns began to glow and I was lifted into the air, surrounded by the same color glowing around the creature’s horn. The others slowed their pace to a cautious walk. Now I don’t know if any of you have been in zero gee, but it’s hard to control yourself, especially when theirs nothing solid around you for support. 
Of course I wasn’t letting it end like that, and I resisted the hold. I flung my arms out and the hold pulsated outward, engulfing the other three creatures. Now it was like a huge misshapen ball suspending us in midair. One of them was being pulled to me by its momentum gained from being pulled off of the ground so fast. I grabbed its horn and kneed it in its chin. I was guessing that was its chin at the time anyway. I mean, I thought it was the face right above it so… yeah. The important thing is that the thing was hurt by what I did, because it reeled its head back in pain. At least at the time I thought it was the head. And by now you all should be able to tell how my thought process works. 
Well, I got my solid surface. I grabbed the body and used it to pull myself forward. Once in a good enough position I bent my knees and pushed off of the creature, pushing both it and myself in opposite directions; It out of the ball of whatever and me towards another on of them. The next one I grabbed around the neck in a headlock and kneed in the side several times before using it just like the other one. Same effect.
The last one of course was holding the ball together. It looked like it was trying to get itself ready to fight back, because it gave a kick to my stomach. This thing had a pair of legs let me tell you. I felt like I was going to throw up for the first time since I was six. Ugh. It hurt. And yes, I was holding my stomach. And I just became angrier than before. This thing was going down. Hard. I reached out and punched it in the jaw, knocking its helmet off. Then I got it turned around and wrapped my legs around its neck. It was using its arms to hit me as hard as it could. Get me off of it anyway it could. I flipped both of us over backwards and whatever he was doing with his horn stopped and the horn itself stopped glowing. I let go of it with my legs as we both fell to the ground. It on it’s back and me on my stomach. Ow. I really didn’t want to get up; but I did anyway. I had to. I had already taken out four of these things, and there were plenty more to deal with. Then I go somewhere, fall asleep. Record this crazy dream in my dream journal. 
More of them were coming than last time next; a few of the gray ones with the horns and a few of the white ones with wings. I began to get up and the horn of the one closest to me started to glow, surrounding me in a tight embrace of color. It wrapped around my entire body and tried to force me back down. I forced myself up and the grip dispersed itself, disappearing completely. I used a lot of strength and courage just getting up. I really wanted to just lie down and sleep. But no, I had to take care of business first. That’s a good life lesson for anyone reading this. 
I leapt toward the closest one of them and swept my feet under it, knocking it on its side. I kicked it in the chest to discourage it from getting back up. I looked down in front of me a few feet and saw a thick stick. What can I say; I thought it would be cool. As I was going for the next one I picked up the stick and swung. It dodged the swing. Another swing another dodge. I kept at this for a bit before just kicking it in the face, knocking its helmet off and knocking it out. One of the winged creatures came at me and I swiped the stick at it before it reached me. It crashed to the ground a few meters away from me, hopefully out cold as well. Another came at me and I wasn’t as lucky. It grabbed the stick in its mouth and carried me backward. I landed on my back with a hurt shoulder from the sudden jerk. I got up and the last winged one had its back turned to me. It reared its legs and kicked me in the chest. I’ve never broken anything in my life up until that point. I fell on my back again and the creature was standing right over me, its face in mine. So close I could feel its breath. That just made me so mad. Yeah, when I’m angry, everything just makes me angrier somehow. I gave it a good old-fashioned head butt to the bridge of its nose; because that’s where you’re supposed to head butt. Not the forehead, that’s like just hitting a shield against another shield. The thing went back a bit and I grabbed it by the neck, throwing it off of me and getting on top of it, about to deliver my fists into it’s face. Probably until death.
Another glow surrounded my arm and pulled it back again. Another sudden jerk and another pain. Then a blast hit me in my side and knocked me off of the creature. I began to get up. Like I said, I wasn’t going to let these things take me. I had to die first. 
A few of them surrounded me closely now. I got up and got ready to go crazy. I jumped up and brought my fist down on one of them, knocking its head down, and the body naturally follows the head. I grabbed it while it couldn’t do anything and threw it at another. Two down. The last one tackled me and held me down. Then the winged one I was about to kill earlier stomped on my right arm. Did I mention that I’m right handed? Anyway, it hurt, a lot. I screamed and punched the one holding me down in the jaw, grabbed its foreleg and pulled from it under the creature, causing the creature to fall on its side. I brought my leg up to the winged one and kicked it in the back of its neck. It backed off a little after that. I got up and cradled my broken right arm with my left. A blast hammered me in the back and I fell on my broken arm. Yeah, I screamed. Wouldn’t you have? You’re lying if you said you wouldn’t. Or maybe you just don’t understand the extent of the damage. My right arm was crushed in two places; nothing held it together but the muscle. The bone was crushed, and I could feel every bit of it. I rolled on my back. One of them came close to me followed by a few of the horned ones. The horned ones had their horns glowing, clearly ready to attack. Then the winged one on top of me raised its hoof and brought it down hard on my face. I was angry again. Yep. I tried getting up but it just did it again. And again. And again. By the way, I’m not an animal. I can’t be trained to not do things when fighting for my life. The thing saw that this wasn’t working so it stomped on my lower torso. Now for the first time since I was six, I threw up.  Right in its face.