From the isles of Avalon

by The Drifting Bard


Chapter 11: Curbstomp

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Sakaar watched as the mortal man dispatched two of the worst soldiers he had laid his eyes upon. It was all part of the plan.
but what he didn't expect was the man putting up a fight.


"STOP JERKING ME AROUND!" I shouted angrily, as 3 warriors came at me with renewed vigor. I was running out of steam as I heard the shout of Rainbow Dash overhead. "hey, need a hand?" I simply nodded.
She swooped down and punched a few in the head. "what do these guys want anyways?"
as she watched me fight off my own attackers, she was jumped on by an earther. I caught a glimpse of her flying upwards before throwing her would-be captor off. luckily for him, he landed in a hay-pile. "Rainbow, get yourself to the library"
I landed a crippling blow to a near by soldier foolish enough to get close.
"these guys are only fodder, somehow Tirek has managed to get himself a small army, I think" I once again mused to myself, not noticing Celestia's royal guard approaching.
"hey, If you pansies are done drawing straws... Follow me!" the 7 warriors that were standing gave chase as I ran to a near by park. The moon was now high.

Just a little more, i thought to myself as I reached the perfect position to fight, Ironically near the cliff.
perfect. I grinned, placing the sword on my shoulder. "well, You've got two choices folks," I chuckled as I bounced the sword on my shoulders. "either tell me who sent ye... or" I moved quickly, dragging the blade through a very unlucky man. The remaining warriors watched their comrade fall.
I felt a light tap on my shoulders, and turned to face whoever stood behind me.


Twilight stood in wait, Celestia had arrived to keep her and the elements safe.
"Twilight, Don't worry, I'm sure Gallant will be fine" Celestia did her best to hide an expression of fear.
the two guards simply floated above in watch. Noticing the events taking place.
nothing could prepare them for the feat of raw strength that the redheaded warrior was about to demonstrate.


Sakaar stood opposite me, looking a tad miffed. He held up a small child, One I recognized all too well.
"What's your name?" I asked the wall of muscle.
"General Sakaar of Lord Tirek's glorious army"
"I'll give you three seconds to put the kid down, or I take your arm"
He then threw the kid into the cliff. Sakaar then grabbed me by the shirt.
but quickly found himself without a hand. "You just got blood on my suit..."

It was at this point that Sakaar's minions learned three things.
never bullshit about an army.
never hurt a child in front of me.
And never ruin my suit.

I picked Sakaar up by the neck, running on both adrenalin and rage. drawing back my fist, I began to repeatedly smash his skull against it until his skull fractured. "If I much as catch you or anyone of your ilk... I'll kill you"
Sakaar stood up hazily. I brought my sword in a downwards arc, cleaving the General in twain.
"just like you dearly departed leader here, and tell your Lord Tirek... the last pendragon is coming for him"
I watched as they left. Placing the Pendragon on my back, I found the child. It was Scootaloo. I scooped her up in my arms and wearily carried her all the way back to the hospital.
"it's either my luck is rubbing off on you or... we're both as bad as each other"