As Murphy pointed his weapon at Connor, who was on the ground, struggling against the fears he developed of the weapon. “Tell me, do you know what this is?” Murphy said, chuckling while doing so.
“Yes, that’s the same kind of gun you used to kill me.” Connor said, his mind flashing back to the moments before he died. Before he became who he is now.
“Actually, it is the gun I used to kill you. It still has some of your blood on it. Let’s see if it still works.” He was about to pull the trigger, when a yell was heard behind him.
“Hey jerk bag! Leave my friend alone!” Murphy noticed Connor’s face pale at the sound of that voice.
“Friend of yours? Let’s see how she likes bullets.” Murphy turned around, pointed the gun at Rainbow Dash, who was quickly closing in by air. Right before he fired, he saw a gray mechanical hand grab his right arm, before snapping it, making him drop the gun, which was quickly caught by a black tendril.
Murphy quickly flipped away, before turning around to see his rival, standing with a grin on his face, the gun in his hand, and four black tendrils sticking out of his back, slightly waving around. “How? You were paralyzed with fear! You shouldn’t have been able to react that quickly!” Murphy yelled.
“Easy. You made a mistake. You pointed the gun away from me, allowing me to get back up, and stop you from hurting my friend.” Connor said with a smile.
“But you should have been paralyzed for a few more seconds! That’s what the reports say of you!” Connor rolled his eyes at that.
“I’m assuming these reports came from about a year ago? When I was in a similar situation? Here’s the thing… that was a year ago. I’ve trained. The second the gun is no longer pointed at me, I have control back. I don’t even need to be in Cosmic Form to do so.” Connor’s smile faded, before being replaced with a frown. “But, since this is an important object to you, I’ll give it back… on one condition.”
“Like what? You want me to ‘leave and never come back?’ or ‘never kill again?’” Murphy said with a laugh.
“Nope.” That shocked Murphy, as he didn’t expect it. “I’ll give you the gun back, if you never get rid of it. This gun may be important to you, but it’s also important to me.”
“Why would it be important to you? It was the weapon that took your life away.” Murphy asked, not understanding.
“It was this weapon that took my life away, definitely. But it was also this weapon that gave me life. It gave me the powers to live a life I wanted to have. So… I’m going to give you the gun back. Don’t get rid of it.” Connor tossed him the gun, which Murphy caught. But before Murphy could point it at Connor, he rolled to Murphy’s side, and delivered a powerful kick, sending Murphy flying into a building.
Murphy quickly recovered, and sent a powerful punch into Connor’s chest, sending him flying through several buildings. When Connor finally stopped, he charged forward, and was about to hit Murphy, when Murphy sidestepped, dodging the punch.
Before Connor could react to this, he was suddenly slammed into the ground. Murphy quickly put a foot on his back, before spawning a fiery cosmic chainsaw. He dug it straight into Connor’s back, but was surprised when he tore through both of Connor’s shirts.
Murphy stopped the chainsaw, before grabbing one of the golden wings sticking out of Connor’s back. “What’s this? Wings?” He noticed Connor’s grunt as he pulled on of the wings. A wicked grin came across Murphy’s face as he realized what he could do.
Keeping his foot on Connor’s back, he grabbed both wings in each hand and sent a constant stream of fiery cosmic energy into them, preventing Connor from doing anything due to the sheer pain he was in. “Tell me how this feels.” Then, with a quick tug, Connor screamed as loud as he could, as Murphy started pulling on Connors wings, slowly using more power.
As Connor’s screams intensify, the ponies surrounding the battle field watch on with fear, as they notice the part that connects Connor’s wings to his body was bleeding, as muscle was being shown, slowly pulling apart. Any pegasus watching felt their wings lock up, as they almost felt the pain Connor was receiving.
After an agonizing minute, Murphy pulled one last time, ripping Connor’s wings right of his back, and filled the wounds with his fiery cosmic energy, preventing them from fully healing back. Murphy took his foot off of Connor, who was silently crying in pain.
“You’re a wimp, and a coward. You always were, and always will be.” Murphy said, rubbing his hands together to get the bloodstains off. He watched, as Connor slowly got back up, before facing him. Connor ripped the fragments of both shirts off, too damaged to regenerate.
“I can still fight. And I’m not a coward, because I still stand up to battle you.” Connor said, as he sent a burst of electricity at Murphy, who quickly dodged Connor’s weakening attacks. Murphy retaliated by rushing forward, and punching Connor in the gut with enough force to send his hand straight through his gut.
“Wanna know why you’ll lose now? You don’t take anything seriously.” Murphy whispered to Connor. “You joke around with your powers. Hardly do your responsibilities. You act like you live in a video game. Well you don’t, you can’t fight like you’re a video game character. It doesn’t work.” Murphy removed his hand from Connor gut, who fell down, puking blood as his wound regenerated.
Connor stood back up, looking at Murphy who was walking away. “You want me serious? I’ll show you serious.” Murphy quickly turned around, as he felt the atmosphere turn colder. He looked into Connor’s eyes, not seeing any of Connor’s usual emotions. There was no laughter, no sadness, no anger. It looked plain, but Murphy could see the seriousness in his eyes.
As Murphy realized that Connor’s gotten serious now, he smiled, preparing for a good fight. What he didn’t realize, was that he made the gravest mistake possible. He made Connor get serious.