Spike the Knight

by vadram


Chapter 61 Intervention (M)

Intervention (M)


It took him awhile but Imamu finally managed to pick himself up after the blow he received from Kirabo. In front of him he could now see a partially conscious Kirabo filled with rage and overflowing with magic energy wailing on a injured Zecora who was being taken over by the darkness of the Alicorn Amulet.

“Blasted trinket.” Imamu said looking at his hands, they were burnt beyond recognition.

“YOU TWO ARE GROUNDED.” He raised his hands, palms facing forward, and after concentrating for a bit closed his hands, making a fist.

Kirabo and Zecora both fell to the ground, snoring loudly. Spikes attention turns towards Imamu.

From what he could see Imamu’s eyes were glowing slightly, and small puffs of orange smoke were appearing at random places on his body. Again he opened his hands and spread out his fingers. Zecora and Kirabo were surrounded by an orange aura and were lifted from the ground.

With a slight tug the Alicorn Amulet easily fell off from Zecora’s neck and Imamu caught it in the same colored aura that was around the zebra.

Spike would later find out that the enchantment of the amulet, the enchantment that prevented anypony from removing it, did just that. It prevented any PONY, except the user, to forcefully remove it.

The makers of the artefact only designed the safeguard to work against ponies, alicorns, zebras, and a few other races that were similar to ponies enough for the amulet to work against them as well as on them. But simians, as Imamu or even Kirabo, had no problems removing it, but also they could not use it.

As for Kirabo, despite being in La La Land, half of his body, his left half that is, was still struggling to escape Imamu’s magical grip.

Imamu brought his left index finger and his thumb together and another aura formed around the sword. Moving the index down the length of his thumb caused the sword to be pulled away from Kirabo’s hand. When the physical grip failed, the sword tried to connect to it’s host with strands of magic that twisted around his arm. Imamu pulled harder, but it only caused the swords magical tentacles to wrap themselves even harder around Kirabo’s armor threatening to crush both his armor and the flesh and bone arm beneath.

So he let go. Without his magical grip pulling on it the sword returned to Kirabo’s palm, where, to Imamu’s and Spike’s surprise it vibrated and hummed happily as Kirabo’s fingers closed around it.

The giant simian sighted, and Spike could have heard him say “sorry.”

Again he touched his thumb and index finger causing the aura to appear around the sword, only this time the aura also engulfed Kirabo’s hand, ending just below his wrist. The sword, sensing danger prepared it’s tentacles once again ready to wrap them around it’s owners arm at the first sign of danger. Danger for it meaning the lost of contact with its owner.

Imamu would not give that thing any chances , he pulled hard, and he made sure there was no way for it to react, by keeping Kirabo’s hand connected with the hilt of the blade. So, since he could not separate the sword from Kirabo hand, he would separate the hand from Kirabo.

With a strong tug Kirabo’s hand separated from the rest of his hand. Blood started gushing from the severed limb, but the bleeding was stopped quickly by the aura that presses hard against the exposed flesh acting like an plug. The gauntlet melted off Kirabo’s severed limb and turned to black goo before landing on the ground below.

The sword and hand floated some distance from the rest of Kirabo’s body. Feeling the lack of life force coming from the severed limb the sword was separated itself from the hand, and tried to find another host. Kirabo and Zecora were shielded by Imamu’s aura, Imamu himself felt too strong for the sword, all that was left was a terrified and angry ‘baby’ dragon.

Fear and anger are both useful on the battlefield if used properly. Fear make sure we don’t do anything stupid, it keeps us alive. Anger, rage, give us purpose, gives us the motivation to keep going despite anything that may have happened to you. But both of them are useless if you have to fight with your mind. So it struggled to get to him, to join with him, to give him the power he sought, for a price.

But Imamu would have none of that. He strengthened the aura around it, holding it in place.

He turned his other arm towards the cave opened his fist, turned his arm around so his palm would be facing up and carefully moved his fingers as if he was plucking invisible strings.

From the cave a couple of boxes started floating out. A small simple wooden box, another wooden box that was a lot longer than the first and had a silver crescent moon engraved on the top, an even larger wooden crate, bearing the same symbol, and two metallic cages, both big enough to hold an average size pony.

He opened the smallest of boxes revealing a fluffy red velvet lining, with a depression in the center. He levitated the Alicorn Amulet into it, placed it in the middle where it fit perfectly inside the depression and closed the lid.

He opened the second box, the thin and long one, revealing a velvet blue interior, a large white piece of cloth and a long golden thread with fringes. He wrapped the sword with the cloth, tied it down with the thread and placed it in the box. Upon closing the lid, the silver crescent moon glew and turned into a full moon magically sealing the box.

With the most dangerous of items safely contained Imamu could focus his attention on Kirabo, or on his hand to be more exact. He levitated it back to its proper place and connected the Carpus to the Ulna and Radius. Doing his best he align most of the torn tissue, before pouring more magic onto the wound forming a bright orange, somewhat transparent cast around it.

His attention turned to Zecora, who was promptly thrown into one of cages before the cage door swung shut and the iron lock locked itself.

Again his attention turned towards Kirabo. He placed both his thumbs onto the sides of their corresponding index fingers and using movements that could only be described as rubbing one finger against the other and gently the index with the thumb unstrapped the leather belts that held the two pieces of the cuirass together. Then gently he removed them pulling them in opposite directions.

Between Kirabo’s fur and the chestpiece metal there was a black goo that stretched as Imamu pulled them apart. It provided little actual resistance. When the last string of goo snapped the pieces of armor that made up his shoulder piece, rerebrace, couter and vambrace all started melting of his arm turning into black goo. All of it started flowing downwards, with it gone Kirabo’s injuries were visible, many bruises, a few puncture wounds and a couple of broken ribs.

Imamu placed Kirabo in his cage handling him with a little more care than he did with Zecora, if only not to cause him any more broken bones. The door slammed shut and the lock locked itself.

Only one thing left, the armor.

There were two puddles of black goo on the ground, a small one that formed from the gauntlet, and a large one that formed from the rest of the armor Kirabo had around his arm. Imamu placed the two parts of the cuirass back together and using the same technique he used to unstrap the belts he strapped them back again. He levitated the dark blue piece of armor above the larger, and closest, puddle. Immediately the liquid reacted to the presence of the armor, mini towers of goo started forming, trying to reach ever closer to the source of their attraction.

Imamu lowers the cuirass down. The closer it is to the goo, the taller the towers grew, eventually he lowered it enough that the two touch. A ripple passed through the surface of the goo and soon every little piece was struggling to climb up the towers and reunite with the rest of their kind.

Once there was a pool of blackness on the ground, then the pool started moving and its smooth surface was covered by small pointy mountains, then after the peaks of the liquid mountains touch the piece of armor nothing remained, no drop of goo was left behind.

As it worked its way onto the surface of the cuirass the piece of armor started changing colour again, turning from the dark blue it was when Imamu pulled it of Kirabo, to the black it was when he first took of his cloak earlier that day.

Imamu did the same with the smaller puddle, having to get the piece of armor closer since there was not enough goo to support the tall towers that formed from the larger one.

Having collected the last drop of goo Imamu opened the lid of the crate and levitated out some hay. He placed the armor inside and let the hay drop, covering it up, before placing the lid back. When the lid close, the silvery crescent moon symbol on the top glew and turned into a full moon, sealing the crate.

“Damn kids, always taking it too far.” He went towards the two cages that had Kirabo and Zecora in them.

“Wake up!”

Bothe of them woke up and looked around confused until their eyes meet, they stood there silently for a moment staring at eachother.

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Kirabo shouted.

“NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST!” Zecora replied.

Imamu was rubbing his forehead, a great headache suddenly appeared when the two started shouting at each other.

“YOU STUPID LITTLE PONY WITCH HOW DARE YOU DRUG ME?”

“WITCH? YOU ARE LUCKY I DID NOT TURN YOU INTO A BUG AND SQUASH YOU UNDER MY HOOF!”

“YOU? SQUASH ME? HA, THAT WOULD BE THE DAY.”

Imamu walked into the cave, the two boxes, one crate and two cages levitating after him. Spike was staring not knowing what just happened.

“LAUGH IT UP MONKEY. JUST WAIT TILL I GET FREE.”

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? HMM? GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?”

“I WOULD IF YOU EVEN HAD A HEART.”

“WHY YOU LITTLE... JUST WAIT TILL I GET OUT OF HERE...”

“AND DO WHAT? GO CRY TO YOUR GRANDPA? WHAAA WHAAA WHAAA GRAMPS ZECORA IS MEAN TO ME AGAIN...”

“JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU...”

“Promises promises...” Zecora’s voice died down as they went deeper in the cave.

Some time went by while Spike just stood there staring into the cave, not moving, not saying anything just standing there, confused.

“What just happened?” He asked despite nobody being around him to hear his question.