8-Bit Pony

by Dawn Flower

60.

“Black Mage!” Twilight spoke to him. “She has literally just spelled out for us that she will succeed if we stupidly continue to draw this out for as long as possible. So could you please – PLEASE – for once not go off on an eye twitch and just stay focused and actually do something useful?”

“Alright, alright. Hold your ponies,” Black Mage said, making a little circumstantial joke, which just made Twilight quietly growl at him. “I have an idea.” He then turned back to Fighter. “Fighter, go use your swords and stab the bad pony.”

“Yar!” Fighter yelled, jumping into the fray.

“There,” BM said, turning back towards the ponies again. “Fighter may be stupid by blind, mentally deficient monkey standards, but if there is one and only one thing that he’s good at, it’s swords. Just you wait; this will all be over in a moment.”

A moment later, Fighter came back, looking down. “I don’t have my swords anymore. You broke Stabby and Slashy to make knives for yourself.”

“Dammit”!” BM shouted out. “Why does continuity have to be a thing? Like I said earlier in the story, ‘Continuity sucks’.”

“Y’know those weren’t the actual words you said, right?” Fighter replied.

“Yes, I believe I once said something about that: Continuity sucks.”

“Well, I walked right into that one,” Fighter said, looking down.