[Theme of Sunset Shimmer]
No More Heroes 2: Desperate Struggle OST: Philistine [Japan Ver.]
"This is for you, Mane-iac!" Sven shouts, blowing a kiss to the stands. The purple beast simply looks away and ignores him, which you can't help but laugh at. Sven laughs too, "enjoy it while you can, for soon you'll be in too much agony to be smug!"
He gallops at you with immense speed, but you casually throw him off track with a simple spell, retorting with a stiff buck to his side, which sends him across the arena.
"Hmph," you grunt, sending a pillar of sparkling fire up, to which the audience roars in praise, "too easy."
He recollects himself, adjusting his hair, and wiping a bit of blood off himself. He reveals two cans of something from his coat pockets.
"Know what this is, Sunny?" he asks mockingly, stalking over to you. You remain silent, scanning him over as he stalks over. "It's hair spray, stiffening hair spray!"
Two jets of aerosol shoot out at you from two directions, trapping you. Thinking, and moving, far too slow, you opt to dodge into one to avoid both. You make it out relatively okay, with just a bad taste in your mouth.
You glare at him, rotating to face him again, but your body feel stiff. He nods and grins as you feel your coat, mane and tail become almost entirely frozen, making it impossible to move. You mouth creaks open with great effort.
He shakes a can, "cat got your tongue?" he says with a chuckle worthy of a king, tossing away the two cans. "Now you're at my mercy!" He rears up on his hindlegs.
I can't move! Your horn still works for sure, and crackles with energy as he approaches.
"Careful now, it's flammable," his face filled with unbridled mirth.
Flammable? I'd burn myself up
He runs a hoof along your side and breathes heavily in your face. Then, an idea! You muster what magic you can and cast a simple Force spell, blasting the spray from you, and splattering it over Sven and the arena. Next, the instant your body is free, you spark the liquid, burning up Sven and the rest of the fluids.
He howls in pain as he stops, drops and rolls. Huffing and puffing as he pats himself down and gets to his feet. You can't help but pose for the cheering crowd. Who knew kicking pony ass in a stadium felt this good? His one trick is used up, and now it's time for the kill!
With glitz and superfluous motion you weave a tapestry of elegant burning lines around yourself. Like a long wick slowly burning they twirl around you, forming a pair of dazzling wings. Sven is stunned, taken aback even. He shifts his hooves and loses ground. You push the offensive, running and jumping, wings burning away as they give you extra high.
You soar right over him like a leaf in the wind, gliding with the grains of dust drifting in the air. He's shocked, swinging for you weakly, but he can't reach. You dive down hard, smashing a hoof hard into his flank. He winces and recoils, bucking your chest. It knocks your ass flat to the dirt with surprising force. Before you can even pick your head back up something hard lashes out at you, whipping your eye.
"Argh!" you yelp, slithering away and to your feet, one hoof covering your injured eye.
What was that? Some hidden power? Maybe this earth pony is more than I expected.
"Wondering what hit you? That scowl you're giving me says so much. . ." he chides, pacing around you slowly.
You quickly get back on your hooves, summoning up a fleeting fiery barrier to give you some more space. Sven laughs loudly at seeing this.
"Defensive measures? Not as in control as you first thought."
Can't let him get to me. I need an opening, then I could potentially catch him in a combo.
He quickly combs his hair.
"Sven is taunting his opponent! He remains relatively unscathed, while Sunset is wearing 1 half of a pair of griffon sunglasses!"
You glare at your opponent, trying to manifest your seething rage into magical force. The bitter taste of copper tickles your tongue, so you spit the blood in your mouth out on the ground. The arena was streaked with scorch marks and cracked stone. Sven was smirking, pacing around you, his elegant mane fluttering slightly in the wind. His glasses were cracked, tie sliced in half, and suit otherwise ruffled but he was in top shape.
He stops suddenly, rearing up and cackling, clapping his hooves together, "pathetic! No wonder Nightmare Moon threw you to the timberwolves!"
H-how does he know!?
"Oh yes, I know about you Sunset, I can smell your fear," he poses once again for the silence crowd, "how could you hope to defeat me? I trained under Mane-iac herself, the wicked witch of the east." He puffs up his own mane and coos, "yes, this entire endeavor was futile on your part. No amount of fire magic or martial arts could defeat my ace in the hole, my Wicked Weave, Madama Nyx!"
A tendril of his raspberry hair, entwined with illusory flame, sprouts out from behind him, flowing down from his mane and tail. Chunks of stone flew up as they broke through the ground, flinging them into the stands. Wait, he's not — Sven quickly rights himself, with the help of huge swirling, curling strands of hair. Out from what was previously a tightly kept quaff comes tentacled strands of hair not unlike Mane-iac's own! The tentacles sprawl out into 8 mane hands, the thick arms ending in smaller claws of three.
"Do you know why my beloved Mane-iac threw me out? Do you know how I manage to make all the stars I dress up look so stunning? This power of course!"
"Save your monologue for —"
"YES SUNSET! There is no way you can defeat me, I've made a blood pact with this Barber Shop Demon! Mane-iac is jealous, but I will win her back! I will show her we can rule as two!" He blows a kiss up to the viewing booth. You don't even bother looking up there, you've got your eyes on his discarded can of hair spray. A plan is formulating! This idiot has sealed his own fate, you think, not able to hide your smugly grin. He's distracted, so you dip low and combat roll to the can of hair spray.
"Not so quick!" he calls, shooting up a tendril right under the can. It's pierced, splattering what little remained on the stone, on you, and most importantly on his hair tentacles!
"And now, feel the full brunt of my power!" he cries, sending out two dozen thin streaks of hair. The sound is like zip ties moving so fast they'd catch fire, and all of them striking right at you! And from every angle!
But here is when you turn your back and flick your mane, a hay-eating grin beaming on your face, "for a beautician you've seemed to forgot how your own tools work!"
"How!?" he cries, you glance over and see him struggling to move forward, and all of his hair is frozen in place too.
The glossy sheen of hair spray was all over his hair! His hair stiffened into stone, and his face was red and flush.
"Is that hair product, or are you just excited to see me?" you call, horn sparking with fire magic, "lets heat this place up!"
With a flick of your horn the tips of the hair caught alight, and the fire rises! Crackling flames burst and spread wildly, counterattacking Sven in his moment of triumph, burning his mane down to the scalp. Your coat is singed as the product reacts to your spell, but nothing more.
"Whoa! What a show," the announcer calls over the sounds of Sven's screaming, "a fiery mare and a fiery ending. I think it's decided that Svengallop is no more!"
You trot over to him, charred black and crying on the floor. Wisps of his hair float around him, a lot more than singed.
"Ace in the hole, huh?" you ask, stomping a hoof down on his side, "bad show."
Suddenly you wince, great pain strikes your head, instinctively your hoof shoots to your head, feeling squirming! It feels as if your hair was being pulled out of its roots. Quickly you magic up a reflective surface, searching for the source of the pain and finding nothing but a of lighter blonde hair running through your mane.
Sven's hair demon? He had this same streak in his hair. You have nary a moment to think on it, as Changeling guards descend to collect you and him, clearing the arena for the next fight. . .
End of Episode 7, Season 2.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE:
How will Anonymous,
Iron Will,
And Sunset fair in their next fights in the Very Violent Villainous Competition?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON HORSE LA HORSE!