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// Just Trainin'  
// Story: OC Battle! 
// by zekromthepokemon 
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        Ink and Crescent were in the dojo/gym/obstacle course part of the rec room and were currently trying to figure out what they should train for.
        “Well, I think we should go over swordplay since there a lot of people with swords here in one way another. You have a sword, I have a sword          construct spell, Swift or whatever his name is has a sword, and I bet there’s another guy who uses a sword who we don’t know about,” Crescent informed.
        “You sure you should be giving information on your sword constructs out to me?” Ink asked.
        “To be honest, I don’t think it matters. I wouldn’t be surprised if the people who supposedly ‘died’ was all faked. You ever notice how the battle always ends right after a victor is declared? We never have any type of proof that someone died until the final blow. For all we know this could be all controlled be some type of collective dream that is controlled by a machine made by a group of scientists. While it might seem a little farfetched a reason, it is plausible. There are many reasons that could’ve come up for them doing this. Maybe having machine could have countries resolve conflict in a more peaceful yet still somewhat violent way, another reason could be that they were all prisoners to a-”
        “All right, enough conspiracy theories. We should just train and worry about that if we decide to do a rebellion or something.” Ink covered his mouth. Crescent removed Ink’s claw from his mouth.
        “Sorry, it’s just that being here has caused me to think a lot.” Crescent rubbed the back of his head.
        “It’s fine. So, I guess you’d just have to practice with me.” Ink ejected his sword.
        “You don’t have any more swords?” Crescent asked.
Ink gave him a confused look. “Why?”
        “I guess you don’t.” Crescent’s horn glowed with a blue light and seven swords with a similar color appeared in front of him.
        “Oh, that’s why.”
        “You ready?” Crescent asked.
        “Wait, hold on.” A shield popped out of his cannon.
        “Really? You have a shield in that thing? Do you have a Nacho cheese shooter in there too?”
        “Umm . . .”
        “Forget it. Let’s just start.” Crescent turned his swords to Ink and three went hurling at him. Ink held up his shield. A smile appeared as he heard a clash of metal.
        “I win,” Crescent proclaimed.
        “What do you mean?” Ink inquired.
        “Look around you.” Ink did as he said and saw that the other six swords had him from all sides.
        “Well played.”
        “Want to try again?” Crescent smirked as he repositioned the seven swords in front of him again.


“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Ink’s gryphon form disappeared in green flames. When the flames were gone, a bipedal changeling stood in his place. Crescent opened his mouth to say something.
        “Don’t ask just yet. I’ll explain after I beat you.” Crescent shrugged and sent the seven swords out in Ink's direction.. Ink’s horn glowed and a magic field formed around him. All the swords hit it, and cracks spread all around the field. Crescent smirked.
        “Smart, but there’s a different chink in your armor now.” Two swords disappeared.
        “How will getting rid of two swords he-” Another sword appeared that was about twice as big as a regular sword. The bigger sword and the rest of the blades came down. Ink rolled out of the way and his shield dissipated.
        “All right, you win.” Ink changed back to his gryphon form.
        “Really? You’re surrendering?” Crescent asked.
        “Yeah, I need to work on my magic.”
        “Well, how are you supposed to improve your magic without a book on magic, Ink?” Crescent asked.
        “I don’t know, Crescent. If only there was a place where I could buy things to help me succeed in the battle.”
Jolteon appeared in a bolt of lightning with a fairy costume.
        “Now there is a place like that, Ink Sword!” she exclaimed, “It’s called the battle store, and now all contestants can use it!”
        “But how do we pay for things, since we came here with no bits or other currency?”
        “Check your pockets!” Suddenly Ink and Crescent had pants on. Ink dug into his pocket and found some green coins.
        “What are these, Jolteon?” Ink asked.
        “Those are battle tokens, and you can use them in the shop,”
        “Thanks, Jolteon!” Crescent and Ink jumped in the air, high-fived, and freeze framed.
        


        They all faded to black on the TV.
        “Well, that was . . . nice.” Cadence put on a fake smile.
        “Well, I thought it was absolute sh-” Celestia got hit in the face with a rock.