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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: June 26, 2014, 2:30 am
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Kite raises an eyebrow slightly at Striker. He wouldn't have
expected somepony who was just a student to be running an event
this important. That professor must be very confidant in the
young stallion's abilities. The knight hopes he can pull it off.
He nodded at Mesa's comment. "I'm sure you'll draw a lot of
interest, after this." He adds with a smile. He looks over at
Mesa when she said she didn't live in Canterlot. He's sure the
tournament would have drawn quite a few ponies who weren't from
around here, probably even a few other wanderers like her. He
nods at her question. "I like it just fine. It does get a
little... hectic... sometimes though." He shifts his wings with
a clanking of metal. "Not so crowded up there, though." He says,
giving a jerk of his head upward to the clear blue sky. "I do
travel a bit myself, if I'm needed somewhere else." The armored
pegasus looks back over at Striker. "You ever gone anywhere?
Taken a trip or vacation?"
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sero Date: June 26, 2014, 2:20 pm
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"Now just let me know if this hurts at all..." a white unicorn
mare with a small white bag instructed as the magical blue aura
emanating from her horn reached outwards and enveloped the fore
leg of a large and rather muscle bound stallion who was
currently wearing an expression that made him appear much more
pathetic and nervous than his normally imposing stature would
allow. Brushing a lock of her mane from out of her eyes - both
of which matching the blue hue of her magic - the mare began to
gently examine the leg of the stallion willingly held captive by
her horns soothing charm as she searched for any signs worthy of
the grimace of worry plaguing the pony she was helping, said
pony wincing multiple times through out the examination as he
expected the worst, though as the moments passed the cringing
and slight squirming only served to further cause his rough and
tough look to deteriorate into more of a large child dressing up
like a warrior pony but shying away from too rough of play once
boo boos were introduced.
Not that this mattered in the slightest to the mare. Her line of
work often allowed her to witness ponies behaving pure and true
towards their actual selves without any kind of acts or masks
being played or worn in order to falsely elevate themselves in
the eyes of most ponies they met. Helping some who manage to get
themselves into highly embarrassing situations tended to strip
away the need to hide too. After all, as she sometimes said, she
was their doctor and therefore already knew them inside and out.
A somewhat rude joke was gruffly mumbled from somewhere behind
her followed by a low rumble of deep based laughter as it was
evidently met with approval, neither of which managing to
distract her as she finished up her examination and then, for a
few seconds after, watched as the stallion who'd been
temporarily under her care continued to lightly writhe in
expected agony, the stallion not having noticed that the mare's
magic had died down for his eyes had screwed tightly shut and
ears pressed against his skulls to avoid what he didn't want to
see nor hear.
"... Mr. Maul?" the doctor tried, eliciting a slight shake of
her patients head accompanied by what she swore was a barely
audible whimper. "Mr. Maul, I finished my exam of your leg.
Everything seems to check out fine and there shouldn't be
anything that might-"
"No!" the stallion, apparently named Maul in some order, nearly
howled as his dreams of competing in the tournament he'd trained
so hard for seemed to be dashed because of a mere stumble down
some steps, "How could this happen to me!? Months of the
harshest dang training I could come up with ruined all because
my lazy stupid neighbor needed help carrying pies!"
"M-Mr. Maul, I think you-"
"Running all the way from the base of the mountain to Ponyville!
Hours upon days upon weeks upon months spent at the gym!"
"If you just take a breath you'll see tha-"
"And the diet! Oh sweet Celestia the diet I had to go through
during my training!"
"Seriously, I think you-"
"I don't remember what fruit tastes like!"
"YOU'RE FINE!!" a frustrated doctor shouted over the cacophony
of conversation around her so as to force the words and their
meaning into the unjustly woeful stallions skull, her mane
falling back into her eyes as she took a breath to calm down,
the eyes of the nearest ponies now burning holes into her after
her outburst and causing a light shade of red to tinge her
cheeks as she fixed her mane once more then cleared her throat
and put on a new smile. "Right. So. Like I was saying, you're
leg seems perfectly fine to me. Whatever those... pies and their
owner coerced you into doing, it was nothing serious and
probably just bent your ankle at a weird angle. No real damage
though from what I found. You're good to compete."
Her work was done here, and from the dumb look on the stallions
face it seemed the good news she gave would need a few seconds
to sink in so, after gathering up her bag and the few medical
instruments shed required, she gave the stallion one last nod
and left him and his brain hamster to try and figure out how to
get the wheel in his head back in motion, her doing an about
face and trotting as best as she could through the now sizable
crowd.
Soon though her journey ripe with the dangers of bumped knees
and accidental head collisions with strangers was paused as she
spotted somepony who caused her to have her own hamster trip on
a rung of its wheel and tumble end over end as a moment of silly
pause halted her step, though hers was far more brief than the
stallion's from earlier, said pony only now managing to shake
himself free of his surprised stupor and prance in place for a
single giddy moment before attempting to go back to his tough
guy routine and avoid teasing from the other hopefuls.
He was failing utterly.
"Sero!" the mare greeted with joy in her voice, a bounce in her
step and a crushing embrace once the warmly received pony was
free of the crowd and within range of her hooves, the stallion
managing only a simple utterance of the eloquent phrase of
"Oof!" before becoming trapped, "Where have you been?" she
asked, hug threatening to break a spine, "I haven't seen you all
year! AND you missed Mal's party last month in Baltimare! We
were all thinking that you'd finally gotten buried under a pile
of books in a freak bookshelf accident and Mom was about ready
to mount a rescue!" While it was clear that most of the force
behind the mares embrace was from love, Sero couldn't help but
detect a slight possibility of their being a small amount of
punishment behind his current denial of his basic breathing
function over his lack of contact recently with his family. His
older sister would never miss the chance to make darn sure he
knew when he'd done something so silly as to forget about
family.
"Hugh'urk'uh!" was Sero's mix of a happy greeting mixed with a
well thought out and charismatically presented apology for his
lack of keeping in touch lately, though the missing oxygen his
lungs craved may have tagged on a slight lisp to his words.
"UVh-Vit-a! Need... air!" pleaded the younger brother, his face
starting to match his mane in coloration until his sister
finally decided he'd had enough and loosened her grasp, allowing
the normally very tidy brother of hers to slump to the ground
with a now tussled up mane and unstoppable fit of gasps that
were the only things keeping him conscious.
"Oops," Vita giggled mischeviously, "Sorry, Little Sero. Seems
that walking around this place all morning and dealing with all
these tough types may be rubbing off on me and making me forget
my own strength." A hoof was offered to the collapsed Sero, his
own wavy and dizzy one prodding at the air around it before
finding and grabbing hold so as to allow his sister to help him
to his hooves, something she was glad to assist with in, of
course, only the gentlest of fashions. One rough tug and Sero
was pulled from the ground and planted back into a standing
position, his wobbly hooves barely keeping him upright as he
tried not to topple over again due to the new spell of dizziness
his sister had cast upon him from the speed of his transition
between prone and standing.
"I seriously hope you aren't here to compete," Vita commented as
Sero nearly bumped into a nearby pony that more resembled a
statue of steel than a living creature, "because from what I'm
seeing here you probably wouldn't even make it out into the
arena without finding some way to get knocked out in the hallway
leading there."
"Ha ha," Sero replied dryly, finally regaining control of his
faculties as he shook his head one last time to clear his
vision, "but I think I'd actually stand a better chance out
there with Providence than I do here with your crazy rock
crushing hugs."
"You're right. I should just join and take the title of champion
myself. I'd be a legend if I could hug all my opponents into
submission. They would sing songs of my victories for decades to
come."
"Heh, sure. Its good to see you again, Vita. Sorry I haven't
been around to visit you or anyone else lately, I've been way
busier than I thought possible this time of year, and work has
been eating all of my time so quickly that I stopped keeping
track of it for a while."
"Aww... That's a shame. Still, you couldn't find a few minutes
to put pen to paper just to give us all a quick update and let
us know you weren't swallowed by a manticore?"
Again, another little jab about not keeping in touch delivered
by the eldest of his siblings. Sero would have rolled his eyes
at his sister had he not been so happy to see her, him instead
just shrugging it off and attempting to get something cleared up
before catching up.
"Alright, I admit I could have probably sent a letter or two...
Maybe then I could have also heard about how you were planning
on attending the tournament. What are you doing here anyway? I
didn't know you were into this kind of stuff these days. The
last time I saw you at the Windigo was when we were kids, and I
distinctly remember you spending the whole time worrying over
how the losers were doing than actually watching the
competition. I think you used the word 'mean' to describe it
when it was over to."
"Thats because it is mean!" His sister defended her young self's
accusation, "and I'm still not 'into this kind of stuff'. I
volunteered to help out as a medic in case anything goes wrong
with their field out there, and I'm hoping they'll let me take a
look at it for myself when its all over and everyone is finished
patting themselves on the back over whether or not they managed
to bludgeon someone good." Vita paused to take a breath and calm
herself down, her obvious lack of approval over the coming
events shining as clear as the now bright and warm sun hovering
over the city outside, "Sorry... Hey... wait a second... this is
the back area of the arena... only employees and fighters are
supposed to be back here. You're not... actually here to
compete, are you?" Vita asked, clear concern in both her voice
and her face.
"Oh, no no no," assured her younger brother, a hoof dismissively
waving away her concerns as he chuckled at the idea, "Of course
not. I just got lucky enough to wiggle my way into a position to
finally get 'back stage'. Took me forever, but I finally did it!
Maybe now I can get a word with Providence, ooooooooooh! It's so
exciting!"
"... You just want to ask him about history, don't you?" Vita
asked flatly, Sero turning into a bobble head as he responded
with a series of excited nods.
"What else would I ask him about?"
"Well, most would probably ask him for an autograph, little
brother."
"Well, I'm not most. I'm one, and I know the value in actually
asking him something important and interesting instead of
begging for a scrap of paper with his name scribbled across it."
Vita sighed, "Sure, Sero, It's your business. But, I'm not so
sure your going to find that guy. Ive been here all morning
today and a few days leading up, and I haven't seen a single
sign of him once. Not him, not his armor, nothing. He didn't
even show up for the physicals all those other names did. I
don't get it. I guess he's just super private and does all that
with his own chosen people, or..." a shrug to display her
ignorance over the situation, "Maybe its just cause he's famous
and doesn't want his real identity to ever get out. Either way
just, you know, don't get your hopes to high, okay?
"Oh! Shoot!" the sister exclaimed, her remembering something and
then kicking herself for forgetting, "That reminds me! I need to
hurry up and finish checking in on all the new competitors
before the preliminaries start! Sorry, Little Sero, but I have
to go finish up before the boss person shows up to kick things
off. Don't you even think about running off anywhere before we
catch up proper though! You sit your butt down on a bench
somewhere where I can find you easy and well pick this back up
in a few!" sternly commanded the sister, the look in her eyes
making it crystal gosh dingle dang clear that there would be no
words uttered that would oppose her will on this matter.
With no plans to leave anytime anyway, Sero was happy to oblige,
"No problem, Vita. I'll just be over here, and I'll be extra
sure to pretend that my hooves are glued to the floor."
"Good boy!" Vita replied, giving her brother another quick hug
before having her hooves carry her off to finish her duties, "Be
back in a minute!" she assured just before her voice was drowned
out by the continuous wall of noise around them.
Sero, true to his word, weaved and ducked his way back through
the crowd until he found himself a kinda quiter-ish spot to sit
down and await his sister's return, Sero finding a bench already
being used by a mare with a... wrench? Huh. The tournament
attracted all kinds it seemed. Anyway, Sero gave the mare a
friendly nod as he sat on the opposite end of the bench, his
eyes wandering more than once to the curious choice of weaponry
as he guessed that was what it was for given the lack of
machinery he'd seen since he had arrived. Hmm... Maybe she had
something to do with that thing keeping the field up? But then
why would she be up here and not over there tending to it,
especially with how close things were to starting? Sero...
couldn't help his curiosity.
"Excuse me, miss?" he spoke up in an attempt to gain the mare's
attention, "I apologize if I'm bothering you, but I have to
ask... the wrench. Are you here to use it to fix machines or
attitudes?"
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Peridot Frost Date: June 26, 2014, 3:49 pm
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Peridot Frost trotted away from the palace, head held high.
Earlier in the day she had walked this street lost and confused,
but after regaining her memories, she felt completely confident
in herself. Her light green coat sparkled brilliantly in the
light, drawing the attention of some of the passing ponies. She
carried with her the armor that the captain of the Canterlot
Royal Guard had issued her, a few quivers of arrows that she had
paid a unicorn to enchant with the ice properties she remembered
from the Crystal Empire, and a frost blue bow. She was heading
back to her rented room when a drifting flyer, recently dropped
by a pegasus flying overhead, caught her attention.
A tourney... Peridot thought of the jousting tournaments she had
seen with her parents at the Crystal Fair, back when she was a
filly. A competition sounded exciting, and it would give her a
chance to test her skills. Although, she could be rusty from
what was technically a thousand years without practice. But
Peridot felt energized and impulsive after having just joined
the Canterlot guard, so she decided to head to the arena where
the Windigo Tourney was being held.
When she arrived, Peridot found the entrance to the arena
crowded with competitors, spectators, and workers. By asking
around she was able to locate the registration line. The whole
place was more packed and noisy than Peridot would have liked,
and she was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable from the
curious glances her glittering coat drew, but she stayed focused
and managed to get herself registered without too much trouble.
She joined the group of warriors, gravitating towards the
quieter area of the crowd. Most of the ponies there were
checking their weapons or armor, but Peridot's were brand new,
and she had just checked them when she received them. Instead,
she located a bench and sat with her eyes closed, both to calm
herself for the fight and to sift through her recently regained
memories for anything that would help her win.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Striker Date: June 26, 2014, 4:22 pm
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"Yeah, Professor Sparks was hoping I'd get some experience and
connections running the special effects here, although honestly,
I've been more involved with making sure safety regulations are
met than anything else." Privately, Striker hoped that his
involvement in the tourney would give him a boost when he
finally applied for his dream job of working on special effects
for DJ P0N-3's concerts, but that was too far in the future for
him to be spending time seriously thinking about. He'd have to
earn his license first, and make sure this tournament went well
before that.
"Ponyville? Hey, my twin sister just moved there recently!"
Striker said to Mesa excitedly. "She looks a lot like me, well,
except for the fact that she's a mare. You probably haven't met
her though, she's only been in Ponyville for a week or so." He
turned to Kite. "Which is related to your question, actually. I
visited Ponyville for a bit recently, to check up on my sister.
I've also been to Manehattan a couple of times on vacation."
Striker's left ear twitched in amusement at Mesa's comment about
Canterlot being loud. "Loud? I'm a fireworks pony; love loud. I
think Canterlot's great for all the big concerts and events and
famous ponies we get here. Although I could do without all the
stuffy nobles," Striker said, not for the first time forgetting
to keep such opinions to himself in front of ponies he hardly
knew. Belatedly, he remembered that many ponies of nobility were
trained in the art of combat, so there were probably several
with in earshot. "Ah, I mean, no offense intended to said
nobles," he stammered, face flushing.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: June 27, 2014, 11:32 pm
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Mesa nodded at Kite's word and gesture towards the sky. She
imagined it would be nice to be able to escape to the
less-crowded sky sometimes, after the busyness of the city. It
made her wonder why she didn't see more Pegasi in (or above)
Canterlot. She turned her attention to Striker when he answered
Kite's question, a look of surprise crossing Mesa's face when
the fiery-maned stallion mentioned his twin sister. She searched
her memory of the mare Striker described, but came up blank. "I
don't think I've seen her, but I only stayed in Ponyville for a
couple days," she explained. She chuckled quietly at Striker's
opinion of the Canterlot nobles, remembering Foxtrot's similar
observation. As Striker blushed and stuttered, Mesa masked her
amusement. "I haven't met any myself, but I get the feeling that
a lot of ponies feel the same way as you do."
She shifted her weight restlessly, glancing toward the entrance
to see that ponies were still entering, though the stream seemed
to be slowing. The original surge of recklessness that had
brought her to Canterlot was starting to wear slightly, and a
slight nervousness was starting to creep in, the wait not
helping."Reckon they'll be starting soon? You guys nervous at
all?"
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Golden Gear Date: June 28, 2014, 7:13 pm
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Golden noticed somepony else sit down on the same bench she was
currently residing on, but didn't pay him any mind. Not until
the stallion caught her attention with a question. "Heh...
Normally it's machinery, but today it's gonna be the latter. I,
kinda thought that the tournament would arm the contestant
and... Didn't bring a weapon with me..." Golden lifted her
wrench up with her magic and gave it a spin "But i'm sure this
beauty can handle it. It has saved me many times before." Golden
looked at the registration table's way, seeing more contestants
enter the already rather colorful bunch of fighters. "What about
you? I don't see you carrying anything even remotely weapon
like... They classified mine as a mace... But i doubt a book can
fit any category." Golden had caught a sight of Sero reading a
book before, and doubted that the stallion was carrying any
foldable armament with him in his saddlebags.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: June 29, 2014, 8:25 pm
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"All for Canterlot, get off here!" the conductor shouts,
beginning the flow of ponies out of the train and onto the
platform. Meanwhile, one certain unicorn continues snoozing in
the storage car he stowed away upon the previous night. After
the Lunar Festival Foxtrot still had to evade his pursuers;
after a few hours of wandering around, he found himself back at
the train station. Figured a good sleep wouldn't hurt, it's just
now that Fox realizes his mistake when the train crew pens the
side door to find him sleeping over a couch sharing the same
destination. "Hey! What are you doing here!?" the conductor
shouts, sending the unicorn jolting up and awake.
Foxtrot looks around, "I uh..." Not really finding a good reason
for his situation, he delves into "Plan B"; with a quick swipe,
the unicorn sends a pillow straight into the conductor's face,
knocking him down just long enough for Foxtrot to bound out of
the sofa and into the crowd of ponies on the platform. After a
few minutes of weaving through the platform full of ponies, the
brown stallion manages to get away from any previous commotion
to actually observe his surroundings. Of course the first thing
he notices are the advertisements for the tournament scattered
all over the streets. He picks up a nearby flyer, "Fame and
Fortune? Well fame I don't really care; fortune though... Not
even fortune, as long as it's enough to get me off the streets
then why not?" Foxtrot examines the location, instantly tossing
the flyer into a nearby trashcan, "It's at that old stadium huh?
I haven't trespassed there in like... weeks." The unicorn begins
his trot over to the event, "I can't wait to see the setup they
have for it."
Getting to the arena wasn't too difficult, getting through the
crowd though was a bit of a challenge. However Foxtrot manages
to get to the sign in area and begins to fill out the paperwork.
When he's asked what he'll be using he gives them his katana and
looks over at his guitar, 'Should I bring my guitar?' The
unicorn shrugs and slings over his musical instrument, "Club.
And..." Foxtrot continues, going into his backpack and sorting
out the various items whilst hoofing over his choices, "Two
flashbang and smoke canisters... Uh let's see... Tear gas? No, I
might need them later on... Same with the fla- oh I'll take one
flare just in case." After more rustling through his inventory,
the last two things he retrieves is his rope and his hoofheld
taser. "Alright, that should be everything. Would you guys be
able to hold onto my pack?" he asks as he packs the rest of his
things away in his backpack. The worker nods and places his gear
in a locker a short distance away.
The arena itself was quite impressive, a diverse range of
warriors, some louder than others, all check their gear and
practice their techniques as the crowds begin to fill the seats.
Foxtrot continues forward, scanning the large space where the
battles will be held until he finds a small space further away
from the main fervor of the combatants. Sitting down by the
front seats Foxtrot begins his preparations, of course starting
off with a quick strum and tune of his guitar.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: June 30, 2014, 11:54 am
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Less than a mere moment after the newest registered competitor's
hoof struck the strings of his guitar, a chilling aura of magic
highlighted a section of his body, probing his belongings with
the precision of somepony being told exactly what to look for as
before a stallion could even blink a certain hoofheld device was
lifted off of his person and floated up and back towards a small
group of ponies that had been passing behind him. Now paused in
their stride, the source of the magic, a cool blue coated and
white maned stallion with almost frozen eyes, pulled the device
through the air and bringing it to a rest in the cup of a front
hoof of the pony who had been leading them.
The thin vermillion earth pony, orange mane nearly shaved off,
studied the object with watery gray eyes while wearing a small
amused smirk. Glancing back at the owner, he tsked and gave a
slight shake of his head.
"What's this city coming to?" he mused before hoofing the device
over to a yellow coated and spiky red maned pegasus whom began
to tamper with it for fun, "here I am trying to keep this
tourney on the level and make it something special for the new
age but we're still getting hoods trying to smuggle in stuff
like this."
The pegasus toyed with the device until accidentally activating
it albeit without shocking himself, instead having it just
elicit a small chuckle as he glanced back towards its owner. "A
big fan of Blade are you? He'd probably eat this thing if you
brought it out to the field." the stallion joked, bouncing the
taser in his hoof, "I'm curious to know what good you thought
this would do you when we've got guys that would probably make
this pop and fizzle just by being near it."
"Tactical worth aside, whose screw up was this. Yours, or that
poor sap at the registry's?" the vermillion stallion cut back
in, the pegasus messing around with the confiscated item tossing
it over to a second earth pony, this one wearing a silver coat
and a slicked back black mane and appearing much less interested
in pretty much everything going on at the moment as he - in a
very bored fashion - turned the item over in his hoof and then
looked up at the sky as though to gauge how much longer his
"shift" was. The unicorn from earlier just watched. "You smuggle
this joybuzzer, or were they asleep? Serves me right for trying
to lend a few clams to some kid fresh off the teet and get him
somewhere in life. I'll just have to have a talk with him when
we get up there. As for you," the leading pony continued with a
pointing of his hoof as though he were a teacher reprimanding a
student, "next I'd recommend you either follow the rules, or at
least do a better job of hiding such toys."
Seemingly finished with this distraction, the stallion turned to
continue on with his trot while the rest of the small group
followed behind, save for the silver pony who decided to linger
for a moment to decide what to do with the device he'd somehow
ended up with. He culd keep it but... eh. With a strong flick of
the leg holding it, the stallion sent the tazer soaring through
the air and down to the combat area below, it striking the rim
of a mostly empty garbage can with an audible bang before
landing in the pile of loose grass and twigs that the
groundskeeper it belonged to was piling into it. Said
groundskeeper jumped from the noise, but after a brief glancing
around in confusion, he simply shrugged and dropped another pile
of nature's trash into the can, burying the taser before the
groundskeeper dragged the can with him back into the underbelly
of the arena as if nothing had happened.
Finished, the silver stallion sighed in boredom and then trotted
off to catch up with the rest of his group.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sero Date: June 30, 2014, 12:07 pm
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"Oh, uh, I'm pretty sure they do have weapons available for the
fighters to take," Sero replied, his knowledge of the tournament
meaning that his "pretty sure" actually translated out to a more
accurate "one hundred percent certain", "But its just that you
really don't want to use those if you have any real interest in
standing a chance out there. The regulars around here call the
racks of swords and spears that you can just take 'rookie bait'
as most that go for them don't know that they wont last past the
first parry and pretty much guarantee that anypony silly enough
to take them will end up unarmed long before their first match
is over. Probably just have them around in case anypony who
shows up unarmed completely get cold hooves about their 'I'll
just kick everyone' strategy."
When Golden shifted the focus to how Sero himself was unarmed,
the stallion laughed, "Hey, now don't go underestimating how
well a book can serve as an improved weapon in a tussle. Make it
heavy enough and it can make for a pretty scary bludgeoning
tool! But, in seriousness, I'm not armed because I'm not
competing. I'm just here to watch and root for ponies like you
who are brave enough to actually sign up. What's your goal here,
by the way? Most show up to become famous or rich. What about
you?"
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: June 30, 2014, 2:24 pm
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Kite glances around the stadium, still filling up with new
competitors, though the rate has slowed down by now. A few of
them catch his eye, especially the bow-carrying one who sparkles
like a gem, and he raises an eyebrow at that. He knows about the
returned crystal ponies, of course, but he's never seen one
before, and he's quite surprised to see one joining a fighting
tournament all the way down in Canterlot. He looks back at
Striker just as he mentions nobles, and gives a chuckle. "None
taken, a lot of them can get a bit full of themselves." He looks
over at Mesa, shifting in his armor again slightly. It wasn't
the most comfortable thing to stand around in. "I hope it's not
much longer." He says, and nods. "I bet everypony here is a bit
nervous. They make good and sure nopony will get hurt at these
things though, so try not to worry too much."
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