"Oh fuck." I said simply as I saw their truck slowly driving down the road, carrying two assholes in the truck bed. "Scoots!" I yelled, dashing to the studio, where Dash was watching Scoots draw. "Get to the safe-place." I said, seeing the truck pulling in from the studio. Dash got up. "What is it?" She asked. "Well, lets just say it's some people that want to harm me and Scoots." I said. "If they even touch a feather on h-" she started. "They did last time." I said simply. Dash bolted to the door as they started knocking.
They were outside, holding more baseball bats. "Three... Two..." I whispered. I clenched my hand into a fist and opened the door, driving the clenched fist into the closest face, then dug the elbow of the other arm into the spot where the sun doesn't shine. He crumpled to the ground.
I picked up his bat, then swung it at the closest asshole, missing, the momentum from the swing made me spin enough to not see the second asshole hit me in the side. As I fell to the ground, I saw a Rainbow streak land into the second asshole, sending him flying.
The other four laughed at the asshole who got his ass beat by Dash, "Ha! You got your ass beat by a rainbow!" one of them said, looking at the rainbow ball of fluff that was beating the shit out of their friend, not looking at the incoming pissed off brony with a baseball bat. I swung at his shoulders, and heard a satisfying crunch as it connected.
The remaining three circled around me, There was one I didn't recognize, I only noticed this because she tripped me. At that moment, they started beating me with their bats. They seemed to like circling, and between flinches, I saw the first one pick up his bat, and join in the beating. I was on the verge of blacking out, until an involuntary thrust of my legs tripped the female, who toppled over the first asshole, leaving two assholes to help their friends up.
I seized my chance and yelled: "DASH!" as I tripped one of the assholes helping another up. Dash looked over from her now unconscious target, and flew to pick me up. She hoisted me into the air with ease, and I pointed to the decorative paddle. Dash retrieved it, and I flipped it from side to side with joy.
"This is for throwing me out of the history class window in seventh grade!" I said as I swung the paddle into the legs of the one who threw me out of the two story window. His howl in pain made me feel energetic. "Come on! Who's next?" I yelled as I swung the paddle into the arm of the first asshole. The one who was still standing dropped his bat, and made a break for the truck. Dash flew into the path, and he stepped back, afraid of the pegasus, right into me. "Nighty, night" I said as I knocked him out with a clean blow to the head.
As the assholes were still writhing in pain. I asked Dash "What happens if they remember this?". "Well, Twilight once showed me this cool amnesia concoction, maybe if it is enough to work on a cockatrice, it will work on a human." She replied. "Alright. what do you need?" I asked
After getting the assholes their concoction, I drove them to the owner of the car's home, and made the place look like a a huge party had happened, scattered empty beer cans everywhere, threw some chairs, and just dumped them in random spots in the home, and hoped that they thought they just had major hangovers.
"Well, they are home where they will hopefully stay." I muttered. "I scrubbed the blood off of the driveway." Scoots chimed in. "I hid all other evidence that it happened." Dash joked. We all headed inside, and had a nice, warm dinner. Dash read to Scootaloo, And afterwards, Scoots put on my old tattered white jacket, and went to her studio. I walked outside in the crisp cool air, and knocked on the shed door. She invited me in. "Dash, Thanks for the help today. I would have had my ass handed to me on a silver platter if it weren't for you."