Reforging a Broken Blade

by ElkinFencer10

Chapter 12 - Streets of Rage

They look like little ants the pegasus thought. Tiny, evil, blood thirsty little ants that need to be exterminated. High in the sky, far beyond where even the most observant gryphon would be able to notice, a pair of magenta eyes flicked back and forth over the shimmering city below.

"How's it look, Rainbow? Luna's forces are going to be attacking the city tomorrow morning. This mission needs to be accomplished now," Spitfire reminded Rainbow Dash. Though the Wonderbolts' numbered at 25 and had been ordered to patrol the eastern half of Equestria's norther border for gryphon incursions away from the army's current area of operations, the five who constituted the "best of the best" - Spitfire, Soarin, Rapidfire, Fleetfoot, and Rainbow Dash - had been sent on a separate special mission directly from Princess Celestia. "Directly from Princess Celestia" meaning that the monarch used her magic to teleport directly from Canterlot to the Wonderbolt HQ in Cloudsdale to personally give her orders. The five aforementioned pegasi were to observe the Crystal City until they saw a reasonably good opportunity to sweep in and assassinate the gryphon commander in the city in order to cause confusion and decreased morale directly before Luna's attack.

"I still haven't seen a gryphon in a commander's uniform," Rainbow Dash replied. "Wait!" she hissed. "There! I see him! He's walking out of the central tower with one...two...three other gryphons. It's hard to tell, but I think they're all lieutenants! Think about the damage we could do to their command structure if we took out all four of them at once!" Rainbow flexed her wings in anticipation of finally seeing some action. She smirked as she heard the segments of metal blades that lined the edges of her wings' armor gently scrape together. SO glad I had Razor make this armor for me. These wing blades will make this way easier than carrying a sword in my mouth. The Wonderbolts' smiths in Cloudsdale had managed to replicate Razor's blueprints to produce nearly identical armor for the other two dozens Wonderbolts. Nearly identical. Rainbow Dash's armor was still noticeably superior to the others' in both quality and design. For all intents and purposes, though, "nearly identical" was close enough.

Spitfire and Soarin approached on either side of Rainbow Dash to appraise the situation for themselves. "Yeah, I think you're right," Spitfire said. "That's definitely their commander. Alright, Wonderbolts, here's what we're going to do. Rainbow's the fastest of us, so she'll be the one to hit their commander. I'll take the lieutenant on the left; Spitfire, you hit the one on the right. Rapidfire, you take out the last lieutenant. Fleetfoot, I want you to trail just a little behind us to make sure the mission gets accomplished in case one of us gets taken out before we reach the target. Understood?"

The other pegasi nodded to show their approval and understanding. By now, they were all at the edge of the cloud on top of which they'd been perched, peering down at the scene below. A warm, gentle breeze blew, creating a relaxing calm that sharply contrasted the violence about to be perpetrated. By now, Princess Luna is either in Trottingham or will be there shortly. Alright, it's now or never, Spitfire thought to herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew this was an incredibly risky mission that could go wrong in any number of ways. I hope you're ready to take charge if this goes sour, Blaze. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, taking one last look at the scene below her. "Alright, everpony. Go!"

In an instant, the five champion fliers rocketed off of the cloud. They approached the ground at breakneck speeds, the slowest of them flying just shy of 500 miles per hour. They deployed their wings. Rainbow Dash pulled ahead of the others as Fleetfoot fell behind, just as they'd discussed. Alright, Dash, this is it. Time to rock. As she began to close the last of the distance between her and her target, the gryphon commander's ear twitched. His head shot around and his eyes connected with Rainbow's. ....aww, feathers, Rainbow thought. This is gonna suck....

"Sound the alarm! We're under attack!" the commander shouted as he rose to his back two legs and took hold of something that had been attached to his belt. CRACK! A deafening explosion pierced the air followed by a low grunt. Wha- CRACK! A second explosion followed a second later, cutting off Rainbow's confused thoughts. Replacing her confusion, however, was a blinding pain in her wing. Rainbow fell ungracefully from the sky and slammed into the ground. All Rainbow could see were star and small pops of light. Through the haze that now covered her mind, she heard Soarin shout "ABORT! ABORT! FALL BACK TO CLOUDSDALE!" amid four more thunderous cracks. She could feel the blood oozing from her wing far faster than her body could handle. As the fought the wave of darkness that threatened to consume her, she looked around, trying to regain a sense of what was going on. She saw Spitfire lying next to her. Her eyes were wide open but utterly unseeing. As she looked into Spitfire's empty eyes, she saw only a haunting darkness that didn't belong. The grounded pegasus now sported a fresh, bloody hole between her eyes. Rainbow looked at her right wing to see a similar hole through it, a couple inches from the joint connecting wing to trunk.

She was beginning to lose her struggle to maintain consciousness when she heard a gruff voice, dripping with malice and sadistic glee, say, "Well, well, well. What have we here? A small handful of ponies thought they could kill the legendary General Dread Claw? Haha. Oh, and look - this one's still alive. Get her back to Gryphus. King Ashnard will surely be pleased to have a Wonderbolt as a prisoner." With that, Rainbow slipped into unconsciousness.

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As Luna lowered the moon to make way for the sunrise, she gazed into the distance where the Crystal City lay. I hope the Wonderbolts were sucessful... she thought. Before Princess Celestia had delivered the orders to Cloudsdale personally to ensure the plan's secrecy, she had made her sister privy to the Wonderbolts' mission. Luna had awoken the various battalions' officers and told them to rouse the troops and be ready to march by the time that the satellite had finished its descent below the horizon.

She turned around to see the troops, ready to march, and took a deep breath. Gods, be with us. "Everypony, the battle that lies ahead of us will be a crucial one. Should we fail today, then Equestria's fate is all but sealed. Here stands virtually the entirety of the standing Equestrian military force. There is nopony left to fight off the gryphon hoards should we be defeated. There is nopony else left to defend your homes, your friends, and your families. This land was once ours, entrusted to our crystal brethren upon the return of their grand city, and it has been defiled. We shall not allow this affront to our closest allies to go unanswered." She paused in her speech to see the reactions of the ponies before her. She had never felt comfortable giving speeches, even before her millennium long banishment. She was filled with unease now. Much to her relief, however, the troops appeared confident, taking in every word she spoke. Whether this was in earnest or simply out of respect to one of the kingdom's diarchs, she did not know, and frankly, she did not care.

"We shall march to the city gates, and we shall slay every gryphon invader that dares to plague the city. We are not monsters, however. Should these gryphons see reason and surrender, we shall take them as prisoners of war, and no injustice or abuse shall befall them. In battle, we shall show unwavering bravery; in victory, we shall show dignity and mercy. Now then, my brave little ponies, we march!" With that, she turned and began the long march to the city.

About an hour later, the city came into view. The gryphons hadn't seemed to notice them just yet. Motioning for the troops to stop, Luna used her magic to raise a pair of binoculars to her eyes. The princess was surprised by what she saw. She had expected to see at least some degree of chaos in the wake of the gryphon commander's assassination. What she saw. however, were nearly three times as many patrols as their intel had told her to expect. More disturbing than that, however, was what she saw standing with a group of seven gryphons at the edge of the city - the shine of the gold trim on the gryphon commander's armor. ...It appears that the Wonderbolts have failed in their mission. I pray that they survived.

"Attention, my ponies. The gryphons will notice us any second now. Make sure that you're in proper formation, and continue marching on the city. When their troops confront us, meet them as we planned - Earth ponies will fire arrows, unicorns will cast electric attack spells, and when the gryphons get close, the pegasi will charge with melee weapons. Let's take back this city," Luna said with a calm that surprised her given how nervous she had become after discovering the Wonderbolts' failure.

Indeed, Luna had been correct about their detection; scarcely had a minute passed before gryphons could be seen scrambling in the distance. "Ready arrows and spells!" Luna shouted. Still marching, ponies readied their bows and crossbows, and horns glowed with colors across the spectrum from red to violet. "Pegasi, ready arms!" The sky echoed with the sound of steel sliding against steel as swords were drawn, axes raised, and lances leveled. "Steady. Steady, my little ponies. Wait for them to get within distance," Luna called, not wanting anypony to fire before the enemy was in optimal distance. Even with slightly superior numbers, the gryphons' training and experience far outmatched that of the ponies. Luna wanted every spell, arrow, and slash to count. She surveyed the field, her own horn aglow with a deep indigo as she readied her spell. "Fire arrows and spells!"

At Luna's command, thousands of arrows and bolts of lightning tore through the sky. Although the gryphons had expected it - especially given the glow coming from the approaching army's horns - the sheer volume of attacks made it impossible to avoid the barrage entirely. In an instant, over a ten hundred gryphons fell from the sky. The disciplined and experienced army did not waiver, however, and continued towards the approaching ponies.

"Pegasi, charge!" Luna shouted. Thousands of pegasi lurched towards the gryphons with lances, axes, swords, and warhammers at the ready. Razor Blade was three rows back from the front of the pegasi force and towards the center. Sword in hoof, he squinted his eyes and picked his target.

Once the pegasi were within a couple seconds' flight of the oncoming gryphons, they broke formation to engage the enemy. Razor flapped his wings as fast and hard as he could, pulling ahead of the other pegasi that had been in his line. The gryphon he was targeting noticed his approach and redirected his flight to meet Razor. The gryphon swung his axe across his line of sight; Razor dipped down and to the right, just barely avoiding the weapon and cutting the gryphon's wing from his body with his counter-attack, causing him to fall unceremoniously and land with a sickening crunch.

As the adrenaline began pumping through his body, Razor's senses sharpened. Conscious thought dissolved from his mind; instinct took over. He felt the air behind him shift, and he snapped around with his rapier held horizontally above his head. A gryphon sword was caught in his preemptive parry, from which he riposted with a thrust through the attacker's neck. This foe, too, fell from the sky, leaving a trail of blood falling with her.

The sky was filled with the sounds of clashing metal and agonized screams. The battled started in the ponies' favor thanks to the arrows and spells that cut down so many gryphons before the melee combat began, but once the two armies were engaged in hoof-to-claw fighting, the balance quickly shifted to the gryphons' favor. Their advantage in the air allowed the gryphons enough breathing room for a group to break off and attack the unicorns and Earth ponies that had been picking them off from the ground.

Luna quickly realized a painfully obvious flaw in her plan; she had assumed that the pegasi would be able to keep the gryphons occupied in the air for the duration of the initial engagement. As she watched several hundred gryphons speed towards the grounded ponies, she realized what she had to do. "Iron Hide! I will likely be unable to continue fighting in a few moments!" she shouted. "Command of the combined army will fall to you!" Before Iron Hide had a chance to say anything, Luna turned to face the gryphons. She closed her eyes tightly, and her horn erupted in a near blinding indigo light. A second later, her eyes shot open, glowing the same indigo as her horn. Dozens of bolts of lighting shot forth, striking the approaching gryphons with over three million volts of electricity. Once striking a gryphon, the lighting chained to the one next to it, and then to the one next to that. Within a few seconds, the entire approaching group lay dead on the ground, charred and smoking. Luna collapsed, panting momentarily before passing out.

Iron Hide galloped to the princess to check her vital signs as best he could, given the circumstances. Her breathing was dangerously shallow and her pulse slow, but at least she was breathing and had a pulse. He realized, however, that this could be the rallying point that the army needed to turn the tide back to their favor. He stood tall and, as loudly as he could, shouted "EVERYPONY, YOUR PRINCESS HAS SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR YOU AND FOR THIS CAUSE! DO NOT ALLOW HER SACRIFICE TO BE IN VAIN!"

Everypony who saw Luna's seemingly lifeless body on the ground, her horn still slightly smoking from the magical exertion, had a white fire lit in their eyes. Though the pegasi did not see the princess's body and could not spare a glance because of the heated battle in the air, they had heard Iron Hide, and their blood boiled at news of the lunar princess's fall. Everypony, both on the ground and in the air, fought with a new conviction and determination. Nationalism and a martyr can do more to win a war than any numerical or technical advantage... Iron Hide thought to himself as he raised his bow and let loose another arrow, downing another gryphon.

Razor Blade was particularly impacted when he heard Iron Hide. He had always admired Princess Luna. To him, the night held a peace and serenity that no day ever could. He would never want an unending night, granted, but he also knew full well what it was like to feel unappreciated and taken advantage of - he knew that feeling VERY well - so he had always empathized somewhat with Nightmare Moon and rejoiced when he learned of Luna's return and redemption. When he heard Iron Hide shout that Luna had sacrificed herself, he snapped. Part of his fighting style was letting instinct take over, but he was never completely without thought; it was just pushed to the back of his mind. This feel, however, was little better than an unbridled blood lust. He let loose a great cry and charged forward, paying no mind to whom, exactly, he was about to engage. Between the adrenaline of fighting for his life and the fury of his beloved princess's demise, he was fighting like somepony out of an action movie. He flew up to a gryphon and, in one fluid movement, used his blade to push the foe's sword aside and crushed his windpipe with a forehoof.

He threw caution to the wind and simply lurched from gryphon to gryphon, leaving a rising body count in his wake. One gryphon was locking blades with another pegasus, and Razor flew up behind him, snapped his neck, and immediately moved on to stab another through the back a few feet to the right. The gryphons had started to take notice of him, and he soon became the primary target for many of them. One flew at him with a spear and almost missed, managing only to give Razor a shallow cut across his side. He turned just in time to clothesline the attacking gryphon with his blade, cutting open its throat. There were numerous other very brief engagements like this, earning him several small wounds. He either did not notice the injuries he was sustaining or paid them no mind. Even as blood seeped from the multiple lacerations he'd suffered, he never slowed.

After about an hour of fighting, the order came from the gryphon lieutenant that had been charged with commanding the intercepting force retreat to the city and regroup. Seeing the gryphons' retreat, Iron Hide shouted, "Alright, everypony! Regroup on me!"

As the pegasi returned to the ground, the red haze that had enveloped Razor Blade's mind began to clear. He trotted up next to Dead Eye to wait for Iron Hide's next orders. "Not too bad up there, kid. You don't look much worse for wear," the Earth pony said to him.

Razor responded, "Yeah, it seemed like a lot of them kept pretty much away from me."

Dead Eye smirked and patted his crossbow. "And, uh, who do you think made sure it stayed that way, huh?"

Razor Blade couldn't help but blush a bit. And here I was thinking I was just a badass...

Dead Eye said "Don't worry, kid, I've got your back. With a fighter as good as you, we can't very well have you go off and get yourself killed in the first major battle, now can we? Then would take all the aggro? Just stick with me when we get to the city. We'll watch each others' flanks." Before the conversation was able to go anywhere else, their attention was caught by murmuring from the crowd of ponies gathering around where Iron Hide had been standing. They both trotted up and pushed their way through to the crowd to see on what everypony was so fixated - Princess Luna. They saw her shift on the ground and grunt lightly.

"Wait, I thought you said she was dead?" Razor Blade asked.

"No, I said she sacrificed herself. That spell took so much energy that she passed out, removing herself from the battle. You're the one who assumed I meant that she was dead," Iron Hide said with a smirk.

Troll Razor thought. Gotta hand it to him, though, it definitely motivated us...

Luna feebly lifted a hoof to try to stand, and Razor and Iron Hide rushed to help her up. Several unicorns approached and used their magic to try to restore her energy. "Ungh....Thank you, everypony. I feel much better now...." Her continued panting suggested otherwise. "Let us regroup as quickly as possible and continue to the city gates."

"But Princess-"

"But nothing, Iron Hide. You performed well commanding the army after my incapacitation, and I am am grateful for that, but this army is still mine to command. To command it, I must fight with it, and for its mission to succeed, we must move quickly. Tell me, how many casualties were there?"

Iron Hide glared for a moment before regaining his composure. "743 dead and 984 wounded, your majesty. Of those wounded, 135 wounds are serious enough to prevent combat duty. It could have been much worse."

"Understood. Have the army ready to march in twenty minutes," Luna said.

For Iron Hide, those twenty minutes passed far too quickly. He only barely had the troops ready when Luna approached him. "Is everypony ready?" she asked him.

"Yes, your majesty. We march at your command."

"Then let us proceed. Show the gryphons no mercy until they beg to surrender!" As the army made its final approach to the city, Luna noticed gryphon archers lining the walls. As they loosed their first volley of arrows, Luna cried, "Unicorns! Shield!" Upon her command, she and the magic-bearing third of the army erected a shield of magical energy, blocking every incoming arrow, each making a light ripple across the polychromatic barrier. They continued their march forward, the magical shield holding steady, until they had reached the locked city gates. Luna ordered the barrier dropped and pointed her horn at the gate. After glowing for only a second, she fired from it a pony-sized fireball which exploded upon contact with the gate, blowing it clean off its hinges. "Charge, everypony! Make them pay for razing Trottingham!"

Earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi poured through the destroyed portion of the city walls as if floodgates had been opened. As they had decided, Razor Blade and Dead Eye stayed close to one another. Most of the Earth ponies had traded their bows for swords and lances to retake the city, but Dead Eye held onto his crossbow, only adding a dagger in his mouth. The streets were filled with gryphons waiting to ambush the attacking ponies. To counter this, whenever a group of ponies would enter a new street, a unicorn would send a fireball into a corner building to kill or at least momentarily disorient the preying gryphons. It caused a great deal of collateral damage, but destroyed buildings could always be repaired; dead ponies would stay dead. While trudging through the outer half of the city, this plan worked splendidly. After a point, however, the gryphons began to catch on and stay away from the buildings in range of the unicorns' magic. It was at this point that the fighting grew intense.

Razor Blade's years of sword training made him a much better fighter than the gryphons who stood between him and his army's objective. Unfortunately, there were a lot of those gryphons. He galloped down the city's streets and towards the once magnanimous tower in the center, cutting down most foes in his way without stopping. Several dozen ponies followed quickly in his wake, among whom was Dead Eye. The closer Razor got to the city center, the most experienced and deadly the enemy he encountered.

A few blocks from the city center, the ponies became bogged down fighting the gryphons rather than continuing to blow through them. Razor found himself crossing blades with another rapier wielder. As he fight dragged on, he began to let himself slip into the mindset he used to adopt when fencing competitively - an almost emotionless analysis of the fight.

Downward slice. Parry five. Riposte with a thrust to his four. Parried; counter-riposting to my six. Parry six; riposte with a feint to four, disengage, and slice across his low line to disembowel.

What Razor failed to notice was the gryphon charging him on all fours with an axe held in his mouth. By the time he saw the gryphon, it had jumped into the air and swung down its axe in both hands. All Razor had time to do was close his eyes and raise his sword to deflect the attack before...nothing. Nothing happened. There was no collision, no axe crashing into his blade, no gory wound. There was nothing. When he opened his eyes, he saw the gryphon's dead body sprawled out before him with an arrow protruding from his right eye. He turned around to see Dead Eye with his crossbow.

"Didn't I tell you I'd watch your flank? Now get your head back and the game and kill some more of these overgrown birds."

Razor simply nodded and rejoined the fray.

Opponent wields an axe. Attack coming to left halfway up the body; parry one. Riposte with a diagonal cut to the skull. Dead. Incoming spear. Parry six; riposte with a thrust to the head. Dead. Approaching sword wielder. Before he had a chance to parry the attack, an arrow between the eyes knocked the gryphon to the ground. ...dead.

After dispatching the last few gryphons, the ponies finally made their way to the courtyard of the tower. After fighting through the streets, the group of ponies that had been following Razor Blade and Dead Eye only numbered thirteen. Razor didn't know how the rest of the army fared, but from the sounds of fighting that rang through the city all around him, he knew that the fighting was still intense throughout. Razor Blade and Dead Eye walked slightly ahead of the other ponies. As soon as they walked underneath the first archway of the tower courtyard, a deep voice shouted "Shield, now!"

A red glow descended over every archway, creating a magical bubble that kept Razor and Dead Eye trapped within it More importantly, however, it kept everypony else out. What the hell is going on? Gryphons can't use magic... Razor Blade thought. He looked all around, but couldn't see any unicorn aside from the pony soldiers beyond the barrier. They were all firing dispersion spells, albeit in vain, to try to break the barrier. Whoever's putting up that barrier must have some damn strong magic.

Razor's thoughts were interrupted when Dead Eye nudged him to alert him to the gryphon to stepping out from inside the tower. The gryphon's black armor glistened as the sunlight hit the gold trim; before them stood the griffon commander. What was more remarkable than what they saw on the gryphon's armor was what they didn't see. Namely, wings. The gryphon had no wings, and the armor hugged his body too tightly to have simply been covering them, though it would have put him at a great disadvantage to have bound his wings under armor anyway.

"Well, look who we have here," the gryphon commander spoke, looking directly at Dead Eye. "What happened to your eye, pony? Did you make the mistake of bucking with your betters? That's right, I recognize you, worm. You're the little hoofed shit that ripped my wings off. Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Dread Claw, and I command the Gryphonian army partaking in this glorious crusade to rid the world of you self-righteous ponies. As for you, my dear pony, don't you worry about payback for my wings. I'll be getting my revenge shortly. Tell me, do you love your fearless leader, Celestia?" He saw Dead Eye raise his crossbow and quickly pulled what looked like a metal tube from a compartment on his uniform's belt and pointed it at him. "Ah, ah, ah. Now, now, didn't anyone ever teach you manners, pony? When a member of a superior race asks you question, you answer. Do you love that bitch, Celestia?"

"What the buck kind of a question is that? Of course I love Celestia. Everypony does. No one rules for a thousand bucking years without being adored by the people," Dead Eye spat back.

A disturbing grin grew on the Dread Claw's face. "Good. Then I'll have no problem getting my revenge on you. Once we occupy Canterlot, I'll be sure to have lots of fun with that princess of yours after I strap her to a table in a dungeon. Oh, the things I'll do to her..."

Dead Eye growled and shouted, "You shut that whore mouth!" as he flung his crossbow up and fired a bolt at the gryphon. Dread Claw moved, but not quickly enough; he was able to keep the bolt from lodging itself in his skull, but he still pierced his shoulder. He raised the device in his hand; fire erupted from it with a deafening crack. Dead Eye collapsed on the ground, blood oozing from a hole near the left side of his collar bone that went clean through his armor.

"Buck you, and buck your princesses! This isn't over!" Dread Claw shouted at the tower. "Wench! Get us out of here!" Razor looked up at the window and could have sworn he saw a glimpse of white before a red flash transported the gryphon and, presumably, whomever was aiding him away as the barrier fell.

Razor rushed to Dead Eye. The Earth pony coughed, leaving his hoof wet and red. "Heh, you were supposed to watch my back, kid." He coughed again, blood splattering on the ground in front of him. "Heh...heh....No biggie. At least I shot him, right? Just make sure you finish the job for me. Nopony insults Princess Celestia and gets away with it. She's a queen to every stallion, mare, and foal in Equestria, even if she insists on the title 'princess.' You make sure that mother bucker pays for what he threatened to do, you hear?" Dead Eye trailed closed his eyes. "Yup, won't be long now...Maybe I can come back as a ghost pony and haunt that mother bucker. Always had a feeling he'd be the one to do me in..."

"Nopony is being done in today," a voice said from behind Razor. He spun around to see an dark indigo alicorn before him. Luna's horn glowed, as did Dead Eye's body. The wound on his collar began to shimmer and the flesh mended itself in seconds. "The ponies who were outside the barrier have told me that it was a threat to my sister that broke your composure. Your loyalty to and love for her is very much appreciated. Tell me, what is your name?"

"My name is Dead Eye, your majesty, and I'd appreciate it if you'd save my life before I make a foal of myself with a sarcastic deathbed monologue only to be brought back from the brink. Not that I'm unappreciative, of course, but you know, that shit's kind of embarrassing." Everypony around was staring at Dead Eye with looks ranging from shock to disgust. Everypony, that is, except for Luna.

For a moment, the lunar princess stood with a look of surprise. Slowly, however, her lips curved into a smile, and after a few seconds, she burst out into laughter. "It has been a thousand years since anypony has spoken to me so casually save for my dear sister. I shall endeavor to save the next life before such speeches are given. Now, however, we must inform Canterlot of our victory and tend to our wounded."

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Shit, my head is killing me...What happen-BUCK! Forget my head; my wing is on fire. What the hell happened? As she slowly came to, Rainbow Dash looked around to try to evaluate her surroundings. Okay, so I'm in a dungeon. That's pretty obvious from the windowless stone walls and torches. I'm chained to a board on the wall, and I have a hole in my wing. Awesome, I guess flying out of here isn't an option. Her mental list was interrupted by a loud growl. And I'm hungry. Cool. This sucks.

She heard the click of claws on stone and saw the shadow of a gryphon making its way down the spiral staircase in the corner of the dungeon. "Damn it, why do I have to babysit the prisoner? So what if it's a Wonderbolt? I've got better things to do than take care of some stupid pony..."

Wait...that voice is familiar.... As the pony came into view, Rainbow Dash squinted her eyes to get a better look. "...is that you, Gilda?"

Author's Note:

Those parry numbers coincide with actual fencing parries. Just FYI in case anyone wanted to Google that shit for a better mental image.

Comments

[faktopus]

This story needs more attention. It's awesome.

[ElkinFencer10]

2361206
-blushh- Aww, thank you....