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// Chapter 14 
// Story: Angel of Gold 
// by Magna85 
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My eyes widened at this man's brazen attitude. Granted, I thought he might have gone for a much, much, more direct approach. However, I still had no intention of accepting, since I was still a guy on the inside, and I did not like the look he was giving me.

Still, no need to be disrespectful. I bowed and said, "Thank you for your offer, Prince Blueblood, but I am not currently seeking a relationship right now."

His smile did not leave his face, but he blinked his eyes multiple times. Then, his smile dropped and he said, "You honestly don't know who I am, do you?"

I shook my head.

He began chuckling, before walking towards me. He said, "Well, there is one thing you must know about me."

He made no overly threatening moves, so I stood still, a neutral expression on my face. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him, all for Tim, who was watching him with a barely hidden anger. Once Blueblood had walked up to me he cast a discrete glance at the table, which he was facing away from, before returning his gaze at me. He then whispered, "I usually get what I want, one way or another. And I want you."

Well, this is going to get interesting. I was sure I could defend myself if need be, but I would rather avoid violence if possible.

"Well, no one can get everything they want," I said.

His eye twitched. His face twisted into rage. He looked like he was about to shout something, but a shadow had appeared behind him and grabbed his shoulder. A creaking, smoky, shadow.

"You dare lay a hand on me?!" Blueblood cried, turning around and forcing Tim's hand off his shoulder.

"Princess Celestia," Tim said, though his voice had changed, becoming unrecognizable. For Someone's Glory must have also changed his voice.

"Do you mind if I teach this brat some manners?"

"Brat?! How dare you! I am a prince, and I expect to be treated as such, knave!" Blueblood shouted, getting right in Tim's face.

Just had a thought. He's a Prince, so he must be related to the Princesses...that must have been an interesting marriage. Also, Tim was about ten inches taller than Blueblood.

"I challenge you to a duel!" Blueblood shouted, enraged.

"Blueblood!" Celestia said, getting up from the table.

"Aunt Celestia, this man has insulted my name, my title, and I have a grievance with him! I must be satisfied!"

Celestia calmed herself and sighed. I swear I could see her composure drop for a second and she mouthed, "Your funeral." 

She actually said, "Fine, but you will not have your duel here. Go to the guard's sparring arena for your match."

Blueblood nodded, but before he left he fixed me with a disgustingly perverted gaze. Despite myself, I shuddered, causing my feathers to ruffle and sending out small sounds like wind chimes. Blueblood then turned around and walked haughtily out the door.

After he left, I beckoned to Tim.

"Don't kill him, but please make him suffer."

I could feel the grin forming behind the helmet of Berserker.





After Tim and I had followed the Princesses and the Elements to the guard barracks, they separated from us to go to the stands to watch. Tim and I, however, went to the armory to get a weapon for Tim that would not seriously injure Blueblood when Tim swung at him. Suddenly, Blueblood came from a room connected to the armory. He was wearing full golden armor, except for the helmet he held in the crook of his right arm. He had a simple longsword on his hip, but no shield. Was he really that overconfident?

"So, you actually came to battle me! Very well, I have decided to make things interesting," Blueblood said with a smirk. 

We both waited for his wager.

It looked like he was waiting for a reaction from us. Surprised by the lack of one, he cleared his throat and continued, "Whoever wins receives this woman's hand." 

Immediately, metal rang against metal, producing a wonderfully terrifying noise. However, it was not Tim who had drawn a sword or even moved. Rather, it was I who had, at the time unknowingly, straightened my feathers, causing them to lock together like armor and form a single straight blade down the edge of both wings. I stalked forwards, fixing him with a glare that cowed him almost instantly.

I was not going to sit there while this moron dictated my fate like a piece of property.

"Listen, buster, I am not something you own, I am not something you can just ask to get, and I most certainly am not yours to deal with as you see fit!" I said, feeling my voice reverberate throughout the small armory. 

He looked like he was about to wet himself, but shook his head roughly and said, "When you become mine, I'm going to have to teach you not to talk back to your superiors." He then strutted out onto the arena.

I looked to Tim who was just standing there, fists tightly clenched.

"Tim."

He focused on me.

"Crush. His. Royal. Blue. Balls."

Tim chuckled darkly, grinding a fist into his palm.





Blueblood was standing in the center of the arena, his back towards us, absorbing the praise the guards were shouting at him. Tim walked out onto the field, not even wielding a weapon, probably to make sure that my request was fulfilled before Blueblood inevitably gave up. As he did this, many of the soldiers jeered and booed at him. However, I did notice a few of the older soldiers' eyes widen before they rushed off to their commanding officers.

Blueblood turned around and saw Tim standing there, weaponless. "You don't even have a weapon with you? What, are you going to beg for my forgiveness?"

Tim just stood there, motionless, before a deep growl came from his throat. 

"Ha! So a dog has challenged me! Fine then, I'll put you down!" Blueblood shouted. Then, he did the most idiotic thing he could have done.

He drew his sword, and threw it at Tim. Granted, he was using his magic to levitate the blade, but still. This match could have been won several times over by now, but Tim was just waiting for the right moment.

Just as the blade was about to reach him, he grabbed it out of mid air, dispelling Blueblood's aura. Heh, Tim's Magic Resistance must have made sure of that.

"What?!"

Then, Tim charged. Faster than I could see, he was in front of Blueblood, who just barely dodged backwards as Tim's fist came crashing down where his head had been. He continued on to the ground however, which collapsed into a small crater around his fist.

Blueblood was stunned from the display of strength. I knew that, with his stats from the game, Tim could easily have hit Blueblood and knocked him out with one blow. He must want to play around.

As Tim pulled his fist out of the ground, I decided now would be a good time for a battle-song. 

All around the arena, people began to hear a song from the anime. Apparently, the same effect that helped me create multiple instrumental sounds extended to rock instruments. Then I opened my mouth and began to sing.

Below, Tim was dancing around, playing with Blueblood, who was desperately dodging. Every time he landed, Tim was there, already swinging the sword at him.

However, credit where credit is due, Blueblood knew how to dodge. But I could see the exhaustion in his movements. After a few more seconds of this, Tim looked at the sword in his hand and tossed it back at Blueblood, where it stuck in the ground right between his legs. 

Then, Tim charged again and slammed a fist into the prince's chest, blasting him backwards. Of course, he still was not using his full strength, so the prince only fell backwards and slid a few feet. Granted, there was a sizable dent in his breastplate.

Tim slowly walked forwards, taking in the fear in the prince's eyes. Blueblood tried to stand, but Tim knocked him over, flat on his back. As the music reached a crescendo, I closed my mouth. Tim looked towards me. I lifted my arm and held it out, with my fist clenched and a thumb pointing down.

Tim turned back to Blueblood, and  slowly raised a foot over his crotch.

"No! Not there!"

The male soldiers who were standing around the arena were already grasping at themselves in preparation. Truth be told, I was also feeling a slight twinge of sympathy for him, but I ruthlessly crushed it under my hatred for slimeballs like him.

Like a bullet, Tim brought his foot down. The world went silent.

Then a crater appeared underneath Blueblood, centered around his groin.

Blueblood went red, then purple.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!