//------------------------------// // Alex vs The Wonderbolts // Story: Like no other. // by Saint-Mercy //------------------------------// Three fliers were heading straight for me, and if it wasn't enough that they were fliers, they were the FRAGGIN WONDERBOLTS. I already knew enough about this group, picked out by the princess herself. Fast, smart, and worst of all, experienced. I sighed as they landed in front of me. On the bright side I heard they fight respectably....even if I won't. They wouldn't want to ruin their public appearance. The one on the left approached me. She grinned at me. "Sup." she simply said. "Sup?" Was that it, no introductions? No monologue? Nothing, well I'm fine with that. I raised my fists, I didn't know how long I was stuck inside that hospital but damn I felt good, my muscles seemed to deteriorate a little, but it felt like I had the best rest...well since I came here. I am usually so alert I cant sleep without worrying, like maybe something would kill me in my sleep, or even capture me. None of that mattered when I thought I was dead. In short, I felt like I could go for hours. The unpronounced Wonderbolt flashed me her wicked smile and took a running position. Well at least I know they cant hit too hard right? The female wonderbolt stayed in her position waiting...for something. After three minutes of staring at one another a small crowd formed around us. The other two Wonderbolts did their best to keep the crowd at a respectable distance. As soon as the crowd got into their positions I saw a slight change come from the female Wonderbolt I was about to fight. She stood there, but instead of a crouched running position it looked as if she was already running, but in place. I lowered my fists and cocked my head questingly, huge mistake. I caught a punch from my right, I spun out and lashed towards the direction the blow came from. My fist caught nothing but air. "The fuck?" I looked over to the Wonderbolt, who was still running in place, I looked closer at her. No, she wasn't running in place, she was moving, the image I was looking at was just that...an image. The image threw a punch and I received one to the gut. My mind was putting it together. As the image jumped into the air I threw out a fist, It then connected with an invisible presence. What kind of trick was this? The image was cut off and I saw the female Wonderbolt materialize in the air and fall down. I grinned, whatever the fuck that trick was I broke it. The female gave me a cold glare as the crowd made 'oohs'. She was getting pissed, good, when fliers get pissed they get reckless. I raised my fists and charged the girl that was laying on the floor looking up at me. I kicked my foot out and aimed for her head, only for it to go through her and the momentum of my kick making me fall on my ass. The crowd laughed a bit and my face grew hot. She tricked me again. I turned to see the image running for me, but it wasn't an image for I could hear her footsteps. I threw an uppercut and caught her jaw. "Not this time!" I said to her as she fell onto her ass. I grinned and was on top of her. She raised her arms to protect her face, I slammed my fists repeatedly into her arms, after doing that enough I gave her ribs a few punches until she tried to defend her sides. Idiot. As soon as she lowered her arms I slammed my head into hers. No one truly wins in a headbutt, the sharp pain on my forehead didn't matter, I had to win. She laid there dazed and confused,mI slammed my fists into the sides of her head until she stopped trying to block. The crowd was silent, the other two Wonderbolts stared at me as I stood up away from the girl. They rushed in and pulled her away into the crowd, moments later a new Wonderbolt stood in front of me. "Sup?" I said hoping he would be as simple as the girl was. "Sup? No! You hurt my friend! My name is Soarin and I will take you down." There's the self proclaimed asshole I was expecting. In a split second he was in my face. "Sup now." He said as his fist connected to my jaw, before I went reeling back he grabbed onto my arms and yanked me down, my face met his awaiting knee, he then pulled me up into the air. Oh gawd help me. I was already ten feet into the air and rising fast, I panicked bad, I grabbed onto his arms. "Let go and fall to your death." "As fucking if! Put me down!" "I'm trying to!" "I said PUT NOT DROP." He stopped in the air and tried to pry me off of him. Fuck that noise I wrapped my legs around his waist, fuck looking gay I didn't wanna die. He gave up and descended down, when we reached about five feet I let go and landed. I would have given myself a ten on the landing but, the dick a.k.a. Soarin was already hitting me, I felt my body become covered in blows. Hit after hit I could feel myself become weaker and weaker. He wasn't letting up either, he just kept the, coming so I finally fell to the ground and curled up into the feeble position. I felt the blows, but not nearly as hard as before, in fact if anything it was just wearing him out....then again he is a Wonderbolt, which means...stamina for days. He finally stopped and huffed out a breath. "Stop being a coward." I mumbled a reply from my curled up position. "What?" He leaned down. Damn how stupid are anthtros? I slammed the top of my head into the bottom of his jaw, hurt me but not as bad as it hurt him. He stumbled away from me covering his mouth, his eyes told me enough. I started to laugh. "Ha! You bit your tongue!" Blood dripped down from his hands. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt, did he bite it off? Wait...why did I care? He deserved it, kinda ironic. He was talking a lot anyways. As his eyes watered up I closed our distance and slammed my elbow into his gut, he slouched over and coughed out some blood...probably from his mouth not inside, I doubt I caused any internal bleeding. I rolled over his hunched over back and wrapped my arm around his neck and squeezed. His mouth filled with blood and he began to choke on his own fluids. I let go, I knew if I kept at it he would have choked on his own blood. Soarin looked up at me. "W-why?" "I am not a killer." I flatly said as I raised my foot. "But I won't go down either!" I lunged my foot into his face, he crumpled over amd coughed out more blood. He was still conscious which was good. I looked over into the crowd. Mixed faces were staring at me. Horror, shock and awe, even a few respectful glances. Until a scream, high and shrill... "Monster!" Another shout this time from a male. "Animal!" "Look at how he fights! Like a dog! Like some uncontrollable animal!" Anger burned at my ears, my heart started to race, my breathing became ragged. I could feel myself become jaded. "Spitfire! You must put down this beast!" I heard a man yell. My ears twitched. Spitfire...that must be the last Wonderbolt. A calm feminine voice spoke, the crowd went silent. "He is no animal." The crowd gasped, murmurs traveled along the anthros. "He shows mercy, when he could simply kill all of us." Well I'm not one to brag but- "Yet, I must fight him as if he was a beast." Well there goes that. "I might loose, but I will show him mercy if I don't." "Thanks." I said to her. "Thank you for not killing my friends." "I don't wanna hurt anyone...I just wanna go." The crowd stared at me. "Do you not believe me?" The crowd whispered to one another. I sighed. "Then why are you here?" Spitfire asked me. "I don't know, all I know is that your precious princess wants to hold me as a prisoner." "What crimes have you committed?" A random anthro asked from the crowd. "Being human." "What do you mean?" Spitfire asked. "I mean what I said."....silence. "I might not like what I'm about to do, but if Celestia herself wants you...then I must take you in." It was my turn to question her, "Why?" One word, easy to say. It has been used where I came from to anger people, if asked enough times...but here. It ,ade the anthros question themselves. "Why indeed." Spitfire said. "Get Soarin to the hospital while I take care of this human." She said to a random crowd member. He nodded and stepped into the circle, picked up the Wonderbolt and walked off to the hospital. I took my standard fighting position. Fists raised, arms up, body slightly slouched and ready to move. I waited for the girl to come at me. She slowly walked up into the circle. She slowly walked towards me and held out her hand. I gripped her hand with mine and shook it. "Goodluck." She told me. "Goodluck." I gave her back. With that our hand departed. I was the first to swing, I threw a punch for her face, which she quickly side stepped and then did something no one has ever done to me. She pulled my swinging arm further, causing me to tumble over. I was on my feet as fast as I went down. "You used my own momentum against me." I said. "Everyone has their own style of fighting, you're about to see mine." I closed our distance and lifted a knee to her stomach, which she simply countered by putting her hands onto kneecap. She then used the momentum of my knee to lift herself into the air and kick me in the chest. I was pushed back a foot, my eyes never left her though. When she kicked my chest she used my body to do a backflip. "Show off." I joke at her, she smiled and waited for me again. I began to analyze her fighting style. Spitfire was graceful, smooth and brilliant. Unlike Soarin, how he charged in and gave me all he had. Unlike the other Wonderbolt who simply used trickery to attack me. Spitfire used skill. She used...a defense. That's why I couldn't hit her. She used her defense as an offense as well. I was going to have to be quick and smart to beat her. I charged her, threw a punch, but quickly pulled it away. She was already in the movements, as I thought she had herself all too rehearsed. She would go through the movements either way. That was her weak point. As she backed away from the false punch I stepped onto her foot, she looked up at me in confusion. I then slammed my fist into her gut. It actually landed. I pulled away before she could counter. "As I thought." Spitfire said, a strong sense of worry came from her. "What do you mean?" Seriously, did she find out how I fight? "I might tell you if I see you after this fight." Now my curiosity was burning. I swung my leg at her, she pulled back and caught my leg just as I planned, before she could do anything I else I jumped up with my other leg and swung it into the side of her head. She let go of my other leg and fell back. She held the side of her face. I landed on my back but quickly scrambled up to my feet. "Hold tight." She said. "Wha-" She went from holding the side of her head to holding me. I won't lie, I clung onto her just as I did with Soarin. I always had a fear of heights. "Put me DOWN!" "Shut up." She flew forward, not up like Soarin, but forward. Where was she taking me? "What are you doing!" I shouted over the wind. "Leaving." She said to me. I felt a wave of confusion rack through me. All I could think was wut?