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// Supa Fighter 
// Story: Who Killed Captain Shining Armor? 
// by TwiFan6789 
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“Who said that?!” Spoiled Richard blurted out. 

Amberclue, an ultimate thirty-seven year old medical professional, stepped prominently into the fray. Unlike her sister, who was the fifteen year old medical professional who was working on behalf of the Crystal Mafia and had been corrupted by their morbid sense of morality as she was a most naive individual, Amberclue possessed exceptional medical knowledge as she not only entered residency, but also had worked in the medical industry at one of the nearby, prestigious hospitals for over a decade and hence was more than capable in dealing with situations such as this. 

“You…you…killed Captain Shining Armor?” Spoiled Richard’s eyes widened. He could barely holster his pistol to point at the magnificent power and professionalism of Amberclue. The amount of knowledge encased in such a small volume was sufficient to generate a Schwarzschild wormhole. Only the tightly-bound neurons in Amberclue's big brain were able to prevent the systematic collapse of the gravity of information condensed. 

Besides, Spoiled Richard could not believe that a medical professional would not honor their oath to treat patients, and simply conduct euthanasia at the earliest opportunity without seeking consent. It was profoundly unheard of to even an insane mind such as that from Spoiled Richard. To think that anyone would do this for even the most bountiful of rewards would be morally reprehensible. 

“No,” Amberclue responded, her head torsionally oscillating from left to right on triaxial dimensions in spatiotemporality. “My sister did.” 

“LIAR!” Spoiled Richard shouted. “You killed Captain Shining Armor to take the glory for yourself!” 

Suddenly, the door slammed open to reveal the infamous fifteen year old MD who had finally managed to diagnose all patients in the attacked safehouse with her diagnosis and treatment devices, capable of checking vitals programmatically. Bright light flashed behind her, revealing a blackened silhouette. She stepped forward. 

Spoiled Richard, realizing the knowledge—or rather, lack of—knowledge in that fifteen year old MD’s mind, extended his hooves outwards. “Oh, you’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you are coming right to me?” 

The fifteen year old MD didn’t respond. 

Spoiled Richard smirked. “Even though your sister, Amberclue, is a well-respected practitioner, her knowledge was not imparted onto you, as you were speedrunning through medical school like a student rushing through the final questions on the medical board exam!” 

“I can’t euthanasise you without coming closer.” 

“Ah, then come as close as you like.” Spoiled Richard said as he also trotted towards the midpoint of the duo in a fashion similar to celestial mechanics. 

Remember, as everyone in Equestria knew kung fu, the duo began circling each other, probing for weaknesses, with their collective center of gravity shared in a transient position equidistant to their starting positions. Amberclue stood idly behind, silently cheering that Spoiled Richard would be able to punch some sense into her sister. Theoretically, this should be possible; Spoiled Richard was clearly an S rank fighter, while her sister was feeble, mediocre F rank fighter. Her sister would stand no chance in this confrontation. Amberclue would just stand by in case anyone got too injured. 

“Come, attack me!” the overconfident Spoiled Richard gestured with his hoof. “You don’t stand a chance anyway—wait, what’s that?” 

“You are not getting away with that trick!” Spoiled Richard’s assailant lunged forward with a hoof, but he managed to twirl and sidestep, knocking the medical practitioner off-balance. 

But Spoiled Richard wasted no time. He spun around kicking the MD on her side, causing her to fly into the floor, the wallpaper flying everywhere. Collapsing onto the floor in a forlorn heap, she dragged her body off the ground, her eyes darting about, before launching herself at the enemy. 

Before Richard’s eyes could register her movement, his muscle-memory enabled him to prevent himself from being entirely floored by a rapidly accelerating mass barrelling into him. Her charge connected with his flank, a sickening crunch causing him to buckle. 

Adrenaline kicking in, he leapt forward and threw rapid punches at the blurry figure. They were deftly blocked with her swift motions of her wings, and her hooves. They exchanged punches and parries at a greater frequency than the typical pony’s circadian rhythm of around 200 punches per second, though it is now increasingly increasing to 800 punches per second. Even a high-speed camera struggled to capture their grace and skill. “Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless...!”

Suddenly, the sound of whirling helicopter propellers filled the secret hideout of the Crystal Mafia. 

The duo paused their duel. “Who—”

“WHO KILLED CAPTAIN SHINING ARMOR?!?!” Twilight Sparkle shouted from the helicopter’s in-built PA system.