My Little Medic
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Bonus Chapter
Technical Difficulties
“The heat of this match could melt thin ice as both teams are not giving the opposition a moment to breath!” the commentator shouted with excitement as a magical gem was transferring his voice towards several gems, which in turn spread it over entire stadium. Rays of the sun on cloudless sky shined brightly from above.
“Yes it does,” another commentator said. “It seems that four Wonderbolts are in the offensive as Lighthoof and Rapidfire are kicking the hoofball to each other, easy bypassing Swift Strike’s defense. Poor guard cannot compete with their speed and agility.”
“Umm… I think it is Aerial Knife, not a Swift Strike,” the first commentator corrected.
“Did you see this display of agility?” the secondary commentator asked. “Lighthoof evaded Iron Wing’s counterattack, circled around him few times while creating a mini tornado, and next stood on his head on one forehoof while hoofball was lying on top of his right rear hoof, waiting for Blaze to kick it into the aerial goal, getting a score for the Wonderbolts!”
“I sure did. Also, I think it wasn’t Iron Wing but–”
“While our skilled Wonderbolts and protectors of Fillydelphia are winning in the sky, the ground belong to the guards,” the second commentator interrupted. “The hoofball is being levitated between Sergeant Watchful Eye and Fireblast as they run across the playing field, but Wave Chill and Flutter Bolt are on their tail, quickly catching up thanks to their speed.”
“Actually, I am more than sure that those guard’s names are–” the first commentator said, but failed to finish.
“Flutter Bolt sure used his head on this one… and it had to hurt.”
“That’s what you get for keeping your eye on the levitated hoofball and ignore a wall. I wonder who will pay for fixing that pegasus-shaped hole?”
“Wave Chill is blocking the… unicorn’s guard way, flying left and right, waiting for an opportunity to kick the levitated ball. If this keeps up, the guards will lose their opportunity to even the score,” the first commentator said before shouting, “Wait! What’s that? Iron Hoof and Wall Breaker are charging forward at full speed while the hoofball is being levitated towards them. Can Wave Chill intercept?”
“I think you mistook their names again,” the second commentator pointed out.
“That was truly outstanding,” the first commentator said while barely hiding his growing annoyance, his tone more bitter than before. “A double kick delivered by two large stallions at once, Wave Chill never stood a chance to stop it. Poor Soarin’ grabbed the hoofball, but it only resulted with him breaking the goal in half with his own body before crashing into a wall. A true demonstration of earth pony strength on our very eyes.”
“Didn’t you mean him? Besides, those two stallions are called–”
“Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to correct me this whole match?” the second commentator responded with anger.
“I just…”
“Well, excuse me for mistaking the names, because all the guards look exactly the same! All pegasi are white, all unicorns are grey and all earth ponies are bronze! How am I supposed to tell them apart? And those Wonderbolts’ uniforms. It is impossible to tell apart male from a female. I can as well call them unicorn guard or earth pony guard and save you the trouble!”
The crowd started either murmuring to each other or laugh as the two commentators entered into some sort of discussion. It didn't take long before it was replaced by the noises of a fight and a mare’s voice calling it ‘technical difficulties.’ The princess herself chuckled a little, but maintained her regal posture.