Let me start by saying this, I'm no stranger to pain. I've been punched, kicked, kicked by a horse, mule, donkey and an elephant (there is a funny story there). I've been stabbed, slashed and cut, bludgeoned and smashed. I've been stepped on by things many times my size and thrown off many things. I've fallen from many heights and landed on many things that should not even be stepped on. I've broken nearly every bone in my body and even had my back broken. My limbs have been stretched and pulled out of socket, I even lost my leg to the hip. My body is always creaking and groaning when I wake up in the morning, and sighing when I lay down to sleep.
So when I say getting stabbed in the back with a curved horn, and then having said horn fire a beam of power out of your chest hurts, you can believe me.
The hole in my chest sucked and sprayed with every breath I took. I was confused as to how this happened. Didn't I cut that thing off, wasn't he just in front of me? That was when it hit me, it was a doppelganger.
I fell to one knee, when he pulled his horn from my back. I couldn't move as he trotted around me and looked me in the eyes. The real Sombra stood before me with a look of smug satisfaction on his face. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to rip his face off and use it as a rag to clean my blade.
“You dare to think you can defeat me,” he laughed smugly. “Me, who couldn't be beaten by the Elements of Harmony? And you, a monster with a brain, thought you could defeat me?”
Blood oozed out of my mouth as I sneered up at him.
“Windbag.”
He stopped and looked at me.
I coughed up a little more blood and smiled.
“Stuffed shirts like you need to go back to hole they crawled from,” I spouted at him. “Leave the fighting to the real men, Blowhard.”
I love to goad people (and now ponies) into doing things. Its so easy, just find the right button and hit it till your fist brakes. For some its a name, others its their family. For me its being useless, nothing gets under my scales faster than not being able to do anything. And that is why I learned to goad people into doing something they will regret, like keeping their attention on me while someone else thinks of something smart to do.
I felt the pull on my arms and legs as he caste his spell. It grew stronger the longer he focused on it, pulling harder on my limbs. The bandage on my right arm turned red as my wound reopened. Pain began to pulse from my hips and shoulders as I fought back. I wasn't going to let this little smoke puff get the best of me so I pulled back.
I fought hard agents the pull of his magic, but it was a losing battle. Until a blue blur slammed into his side. His power stopped pulling all together, and I slumped back to my knee gasping as the pain faded. I blinked the pain away and looked up in hopes of seeing his hide plastered to the ground. But that was not what I saw.
Rainbow Dash was pined to the wall by a crystal through her wing, and Twilight was caged inside crystals with an anti-magic field on them. He stood between them, gloating over his victory. I couldn't just let him do that to them, so I tried to rise. Starcutter had slipped out of my grasp at some point in time, so I picked it up and used it to help me stand. I stumbled a bit, but made it to my feet without him seeing.
I took my blade in both hands, gripping it as tight as I could with my wounded hand, and lunged forward. Starcutter found it's mark and slammed home, right between Sombra's ribs. Blood splatered out of his mouth as he coughed out in pain. Before he could make a move, I reached up and grabbed his blade like horn with my good hand.
I wrenched with all my might, trying to snap it. The sharp edge cut into my palm, making it hard to grip but I twisted even harder. It was strong, but I've snapped real blades with my hand, just not my left. Blood trickled down my hand and onto his face as his horn cut deeper into my hand, but still I tugged at the thing.
When I heard the crack, I smiled. With one final pull I snapped his horn clean off his head. When it came off, his magic stopped with a pop. Twilight flashed out of her prison and the crystal pinning Rainbow snapped and vanished. I held Sombra down, mostly by laying on him, as they started to surround him.
“How... how did... you stab me?” he asked.
“My blade can cut even the stars,” I said. “Your magic shadows were nothing to it.”
He looked up at me and glared. Pure hate seemed to flow from his eyes as he slumped down, scumming to my weight and his wounds. I was to week to get off him so I went down with him, grunting as I did so.
Combat is a quick and violent thing. It can last seconds or minutes, but you will be exhausted after, no matter what. I was about to pass out from both pain and exhaustion, but keep my grip on my blade.
Guards started to come flying out of the wood work (leave it to the authority to show up after the work is done) as Sombra started to struggle to breath. Each seemed to be the same, white with gold armor the shone brightly in the sun. They slapped manacles (ponycales? Meh) to him and rolled me off him. We were both carted off to the hospital (you would think I could stay out of there for more than a day) on stretchers. Rainbow's wing got looked at but Sombra and I lost conciseness just as we left.
Why can I never stay awake after a fight.