"We've got a live one!" Score laughed as Grif dragged him down.
Sharing a grin, Hoops and Dumb-Bell darted towards their friend. Grif managed to hit Score in the ribs one time before the other pair got to them and ripped him off of their friend by his wings. Grif let out a pained grunt as the pair threw him back towards the booth, chuckling as he stumbled back and fell to the ground and bumped into the table. Grif then got up and zipped towards them with his forelegs spread out, clotheslining Hoops and Dumb-Bell, making him laugh. As they fell to the ground, clutching the areas where he struck, Score flew straight into him and slammed him into the ground.
"Not laughing now, are you?" Score asked.
Grif replied to his question with a hit to the gut, winding him. But before Score could react to it and counter in his own way, Grif slammed his forehead into his attacker's snout, making him fly upwards. he flapped his wings before he hit the ceiling, catching himself before he went through it. Dumb-Bell got out of his state and lunged towards Grif with Score. Grif managed to dodge Score, but Dumb-Bell managed to grab him and took to the air. As they reached the ceiling, Dumb-Bell dove straight down and body-slammed Grif into the ground, making his eyes go wide. While Grif took a deep breath and tried to shrug off the pain, Dumb-Bell got up and wrapped his right foreleg around Grif's neck, lightly applying pressure to it, then flew up a yard, presenting him to the crowd.
"You'd think that they'd be going to get a bouncer or something," Grif said as if the choke-hold was nothing.
"I think they're waiting to see how long it takes for you to quit," Dumb-Bell said, tightening his grip. "You just have to say uncle and we'll stop."
"Will saying uncle make you guys stop annoying us?" he asked.
"Probably no-" Dumb-Bell started, but was interrupted by the side of Grif's skull connecting to his jaw.
"Way to go, Grif!" Tucker whooped, drinking some of his alcohol, laughing as Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy watched in stunned silence as Dumb-Bell slumped to the ground, knocked out cold.
"I actually managed to take one of them out!" Grif whooped, slightly surprised.
"There's still two more of us, and Dumb-Bell won't be down for long," Hoops growled.
"Yeah, but I didn't think I'd make it this far," he said, only to be hit in the throat by Score who came around to his side.
"Doesn't feel good getting hit by a cheap shot like that, does it?" Score asked seriously. "Now come on, just stay down so we can say we won and you don't actually get hurt too bad. We love to fight, but the last thing we want is to really hurt somepony. This started more as a workout for us, but now it's becoming a chore. We'd actually hate to do some lasting damage."
"If you hate to do lasting damage, why do you keep harassing Fluttershy?" Grif asked, panting heavily.
"Because our words won't do any lasting damage, feathers for brains."
"They won't, huh?" he mumbled, then lifted his back hoof and connected with the grappler's privates. "Dick."
Score started to scream, but within a second it became very high-pitched. While Score fell back, Hoops tried to flank him, but Grif opened his wing and slapped him to the side with it, making him fly into Dumb-Bell, waking him up. The pair quickly got back up and shook their head, jiggling their senses back into place as Score tried to get off the ground, holding himself.
"I thought you guys have been training," Grif said. With a heavy breath, he got back on his hooves and spat some blood onto the floor. "I know I'm used to getting the shit kicked out of me, but this is just sad. My grandmother could fight better than you."
"Why won't he stay down?" Dumb-Bell moaned, both out of fatigue and annoyance.
"Because I spend most of my time laying down. You've pissed me off enough to actually get up," he said, wiping his mouth. "And I'm used to being used as a meat-shield by others, especially when it comes to physical pain. If I can survive an insane dude with superpowers who took out a bunch of others who were trained in fighting, I can survive your sorry asses."
"Insane dude with superpowers?" Dumb-Bell paused, squinting at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Don't listen to him, he's just trying to scare us off," Score muttered, limping between Hoops and Dumb-Bell. "He doesn't want his special somepony to be made fun of, so he's trying to make it so we'd be too afraid to-"
Score thought screeched to a halt as Grif glared at him. But it was not the glare that caught his attention, but rather the fact that his wings slowly began to turn into a dark-gray metal, feathers turning into rounded, sharp blades. The crowd around them were now focusing on him, scared but curious about what was happening.
"How are you doing that?" Hoops asked, a slight edge to his voice as he looked at the now metal wings.
"With an empty stomach, rage, and pixie farts," he said, folding his wings out. "Now I'm giving you one last chance. Give me some money to pay for my fries, back the hell off and go away. I know you want to prove how cool you are to everyone here since you clearly can't impress them with what little there is in your head, but I know that bitch Tex that kicked your asses. She used to kick the shit out of me at every chance she got, but now we're friends. While I'm not strong enough to keep you down, she is, and she'll be glad to do so again if I ask her."
"You know her?" Score shuddered, recalling about why they never wanted to return to Ponyville again.
"Yeah, and let's just say she knows how to bring pain to your amigos," Grif said, pointing near his crotch area. "So what's more important. Your pride, or your other pride?"
Looking around, Score looked at the crowd who was watching them, then looked at Grif and his metallic wings. He shook his head and turned around, folding his wings in, deciding it wasn't worth it. Dumb-Bell and Hoops followed his lead and walked into the crowd silently.
"You guys can stop looking at us too. The show is over," Grif said to the collective of pegasi, wings turning back to feathers.
He then turned turned around and walked to the booth, taking his seat back. He then grabbed a fry off the table and bit into it.
"Grif, that was so cool," Rainbow Dash whispered with a huge smile on her face. "I'm glad I got to see that!"
"I know," Grif said, then grunted and rubbed the back of his neck. "Might have a concussion from when I got slammed into the ground, though."
"Let's be honest, you've had far worse than a concussion before," Tucker said, pushing a drink to him. "Besides, if you do have one, I'm sure you'll just go to sleep and power-nap through it."
"That's probably true. Hey, did you manage to order me more fries?" he asked.
"Sorry, we were kind of distracted."
"Dammit, Tucker. You had one job."