Some weird person who writes stories about ponies. You should probably just ignore him.
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“Alright, Tom, put up your dukes!” you shout. You go to roll up your sleeves, which is kind of silly since you’re wearing a T-shirt.
“C’mon, Tommy, show that ruffian what a real diamond is made of!” Rarity calls out.
You take a boxing stance, taking a few jabs at the air. If you could get in there and land a few quick jab, maybe you can drop Tom quickly with an uppercut before he reacts. You approach him slowly, and the rock holds his ground. Like a mighty lion, you throw a punch at Tom’s left side. The rock fails to dodge, and your blow connects. A moment passes.
“AARRRGGGGHHHH!” you shriek, clutching your throbbing fist. It seems you forgot to take into account that Tom is made of solid rock.
Rarity lets out a cheer. “That’s my hunk of carbon! Give him the one-two punch!”
You turn your back on Tom, hissing at Rarity (you always knew that forked tongue surgery was worth it), “Hey, no comments from the peanut gallery!” Suddenly, you feel something hit you incredibly hard in the back, sending you sprawling face first onto the floor. The Element goes sailing out of your pocket, landing in front of Rarity. Her eyes widen, and a greedy smile grows across her face.
She pounces on the piece of jewelry. “MINE!” She quickly puts it around her neck. “ALL MINE! ALL-” The necklace begins to glow, and Rarity gasps in shock. You watch as her coat suddenly turns from that horrid grey to a beautiful, marshmallow white. “I… I’ve been acting most atrociously…”
With your spine now bent at an odd angle, you manage a little “yay”. You've turned her back to normal! Hooray!
Perhaps Rarity will let you sit in the corner and cry in pain for a while before you move on to the next pony.