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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: November 14, 2014, 10:07:56 am »
The stallion's nose was successfully bopped as the speed of the next swing had been slightly unexpected, the pony getting a decent faceful of hoof that caused a slight snap back of his head, him taking a step back in response and rubbing his snout before chuckling. "Finally! Jeez," he said, not looking to be moving to retaliate in any way as he instead just turned to the judges, "I forfeit!" he told them, causing the two ponies watching to give each other a confused glance over his decision.

"And I was the easy round," the stallion commented as he turned to leave, "Good luck bopping your way past the next few, proooobably wont be so simple with them seeing how they probably actually want to win."

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"Questions may have to wait though," Sero added, taking note of the winding down of the preliminary rounds, "seems like the fights are just about done, Would probably be a good idea to head back to the rest area, I'd imagine you wouldn't want to deal with the possibility of having your name be called while you aren't there to hear."

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"When in doubt, Leetle Sprout!" Vita replied to the stallion after turning a cheerful smile his way, her work on Shadowed being just a matter of finishing up now as she'd already dealt with the bigger injuries, "Or so a few field medics have sing songed to me. It's actual name is Mako Mint for it's scent alone - it doesn't actually have any leaves or any minty flavor - but once it's reached it's matured stage it's less useful. If you can find the plant in it's earlier stages of development it would probably be a good idea to harvest it since it's incredibly spongy and crumbles into pieces. The way you use it is, with a deep gash or piercing wound, you inject the sprout directly into the body where it soaks up the blood and expands to plug up the problem and cut off the bleeding, then you just pull it out later when you can better dress the gash. Only real trick is finding a way to inject it deep enough to be fully effective before it starts to expand, but you're a unicorn, so magic would probably come in handy with that. Oh, the sprout is only a few inches long, thin, smells like an old cup of tea, has a unique bluish flower at it's tip that spirals counterclockwise and has sharp looking petals.

"As for shallower cuts, there are several plants you can find with saps and secretions that work moderately well. Gollible, Treant Foal, Elmsreel and so on. I can give you some quick sketches of all of these if you aren't familiar with them already, though I'd need to find a pen and some paper first."

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With the fights winding down, the organizer of the event rolled his shoulders and breathed a short "finally". Despite their crash course take in getting things done quickly, they still had needed a decent chunk of time devoted to these earlier matches to cut down the number of competitors, however now that it was finally sorted out they could get things rolling forward. He walked to a better spot to address the room, him then standing there as he waited for those still needing to come back from the zones to arrive, the stallion drawing the eyes of a few ponies resting nearby as they could tell he was most likely getting ready to tell everypony what would be happening next, one of the staff members approaching him to pass off a few papers and notes that he then started to go over at a brisk pace.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: October 21, 2014, 11:36:13 am »
"Call it unoriginal all you want," the stallion replied, raising both his front hooves to block the coming hoof, again leaving some small give in his defense to rob the strike of its momentum, "But so far I count you being dropped on your face in front a crowd twice," He didn't follow with an attack of his own, merely shoving the other stallion back and grinning, "Frustrating, isn't it? Shouldn't you have some kind of superpowers that are supposed to be giving you an edge? So far I'm not seeing anything all that super. Come on! One bop on the nose! That's all you need to do!"

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: October 15, 2014, 08:59:11 pm »
Having been the one to cause Potato to be grounded, the stallion was left able to watch as the other pony recovered, him reading the movements enough to get a general idea of what Potato was preparing to do and then giving a quick yet small hop backward before again pushing himself up to free up his front hooves and catch the coming buck. He didn't take the full force of the kicks, his repositioning meant to rob them of optimal range, but it still wasn't a tickle that he felt as he used his front hooves to wrap around the incoming legs and slow them before then adsorbing the impact of the blow with practiced skill, him skidding a few inches backwards never the less but otherwise not being all that hurt. The stallion chuckled, a bit breathlessly after having the air taken from his lungs, then twisted the pair of legs he held to try and send Potato for a spin before hopefully causing him to find himself back on the ground.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: October 13, 2014, 03:20:42 pm »
"I could, but that would mean I'd have to, which just isn't the case." The stallion shot back, not remarking on the talk of some ball pit as he'd never heard of such a place and instead just bobbing his head to again avoid the jab before sidestepping to his left to avoid the uppercut, his right hoof quickly shooting out as he then stepped in to try and grab the uppercutting leg while his left extended out to smack into Potato's cheek then continue past to stretch across Potatos chest and to just about under his other front leg, all this meant to coincide with his moving to hook a back leg around Potato's to gain enough leverage over the other stallion to totally throw him to the ground.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: October 12, 2014, 01:34:31 pm »
As the preliminaries started to wind down some with fewer and fewer ponies both going in for matches and coming back to wait for their next round, the cloud of noise that had been hanging over the waiting room had shifted its way over to the resting area, though a few octaves quieter, as pones picked up conversation to kill the time. Eventually, among the returning ponies, the organizer for the event reappeared. Entering along with a small cluster of limping combatants, he gave the room a brief once over as he silently judged the remaining fighters then trotted off towards one of the corners of the room to speak with the silver coated stallion who had earlier been watching the waiting room.

"Hey," Harr used to get his attention, the other pony turning a bored look his way and sighing, "hope you're ready for some fresh excitement, cause you're going to be digging through some cut grass and pulled weeds."

A... slightly confused raising of an eyebrow, "... Landscaping isn't exactly my specialty. Don't you already have ponies for that?"

"No no no, you wont be cutting the grass yourself, just burying yourself in it while searching for something out of place."

"Uh... wait, you mean...?" a nod before he could finish which was met with another sigh, "If you wanted it then why didn't you just keep it instead of toss it away? Just indecisive today or trying to make more work for me?"

"It would have been a much less dramatic exit." A good enough excuse, at least according to Harr, him wearing a self satisfied smirk which only served to further annoy the other stallion.

"I assume that means I don't need to babysit anymore at least?"

"Nah... That should be taken care of. Just go find that toy and try not to hurt your brain in the process. Anypony asks you heard somepony on staff has been sneaking in some unfair advantages. Just keep it on you when you have it, we'll use it later."

"Yes, sir..." more than a little sarcastic, the stallion being given the orders gave a little nod before groaning as if having his day be oh so very ruined and heading outside to find some garbage cans, Harr lingering near the exit leading to the zones to estimate how much longer the last few matches should take. Shouldn't be long. Then he can just give his little talk to the survivors and everypony could move on.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: October 09, 2014, 11:17:02 pm »
"Lets!" The other stallion said cheerfully, lifting his front hooves up as Potato slid in to deflect the incoming punch and return with two light left japbs and a right hook which flowed into a spinning back kick, all of which being done... not all that quickly or seriously. It felt more like he was just warming up in a sparring match than it did a stallion trying to defeat an opponent in a big and fancy combat tournament. "First one to bop the other on the nose wins!"

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Honey's lighter wounds when compared to Foxtrot didn't take as long for Vita to deal with, her already nearly finished with relieving the pain from the other mare when Kite finished summing up his boo boos and shifted his attention to the new mare whose limp made vita cringe a bit. Finishing her work on Honey, Vita gave the mare a smile, "That should do it," she said with a peppy nod, turning to readjust her position to assist Kite, "Just let me know if I missed anything. Incoming heals, sir." Vita warned Kite of the magic that soon enveloped his ouch places and got busy fixing him up, her then giving Shadowed a brief shine of her teeth, "And this should only take me a moment, miss, then I'll be right with you to help with your leg."

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: October 06, 2014, 10:56:30 am »
"I don't?" the maneless stallion pretended to be surprised as one of his hooves shot up to the top of his head and felt for a mass of hair that wasn't there while Potato continued with his question, him stopping after a few seconds to smirk and answer. Sorta. "Mmmmmmaybe. Maybe I've trained in some monastery my entire life with the hopes of achieving some kind of purity but got bored one day and started looking for other stuff to do. Or, maybe, my mane just kept getting in my eyes and I decided to remove it so as to rid myself of a constant nuisance. Either way, I've met plenty of mares who would disagree with that last statement of yours buddy." Whether Potato was just being blunt and honest about his stance on stallions missing their manes or was trying to rile him up with an insult it didn't matter as the stallion just continued to appear laid back and without a care in the gosh darn world.

"Zone Four, if you don't start getting serious soon you will both be disqualified for wasting our time," one of the judges watching warned, both of whom weren't taking kindly to how the ponies in the zone were just standing around and having a chat during a pressed for time preliminary round stuffed with combatants that needed screening.

"Oh noooooo," the stallion quietly replied in vain concern before returning his attention to his opponent, "looks like ya best start trying to kill me, tiger, or we're both going home. Also, on the topic of shaving off manes, have you ever considered it for your own? Green manes are soooooo out of season, and that yellow you've got isn't going to bring it back I'm sorry to say."

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Hearing the mare go quiet about the outcome of her match, Vita decided to just shrug and drop it as she gave Foxtrot a smile when he thanked her for her help. "No problem," she replied in a chipper tone as she moved on to Honey, lit her magic again and then gave her an expectant but patient look as she waited for her to point out where she'd been hurt after which she would begin relieving her of her injuries as well, "Just let me know if I missed a spot and try not to get beat up again. Somehow. In a tournament. Blegh.

"And hello, sir," she greeted the newest stallion to approach seeking aid, eyes flicking between him and her work on Honey, "I'll be with you in a sec. In the mean time, mind a quick sum up of your hurts?"

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Silencia, being slower than usual, had not been able to dodge or remove herself from the spot Shadowed was aiming for, her only having to mostly have gotten to her hooves before having the other mare slam her back into the ground with her hooves. The wind was knocked out of her and her chin bounced off of the hard and dusty dirt beneath her as, on top of everything, she, of course, bit her tongue pretty badly, her not actually harming it due to the field as should be expected by now but still having it feel like a good piece of it had been clean removed from the whole with her teeth. This, on top of the sudden robbery of her breath from her lungs, led to there only being a rather choked out grunt sounded when the knife made contact with her back, her horn losing its magical glow as the knife she'd been trying to retrieve skid past her and outside of her control.

The judges, seeing how Silencia was now pinned beneath Shadowed's hooves, weakened, in no position to use her weapons and had suffered a rather major stab to the back, seemed to now be ready to call it as they shared a few words between each other then had one of them speak up and inform Shadowed of her victory before giving the same directions they had with everypony else who would be moving on to the next rounds, that of encouraging rest and seeking aid should she desire it.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 29, 2014, 01:45:04 pm »
"Idle or no, such threats just don't seem all that heroic if you ask me," the stallion replied, the lack of an attack from Potato and the putting of distance between them only causing him to take a more casual stance, "and that's my point. It's not a literal representation of what your talent is, otherwise you'd be on a couch right now doing nothing, but I'm just confused how you could see a potato and have it mean 'superhero' instead of 'farmer' or the like. Something, as I said, must have helped you make the leap over more mundane ideas and towards superhero."

Potato's request to be allowed a question himself was met with a nod of his maneless head.

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Hurtle, bowled over, had little time to react. Too little for somepony like him, in fact, as he was unable to avoid the follow up from Kite, his sword being dropped from his mouth in order to make way for the shout brought on by his sudden pain. Yup. He got hit pretty bad just then, his belly feeling like something foreign was now intruding in on the stuff inside even while the sword itself was brought to a dead stop before it could actually penetrate and cause real damage. Hurtle swatted in pained surprise and knocked the blade away without too much trouble, though he did end up rolling over onto his side and balling up as he gritted his teeth to deal with the new sensation, the judges watching the zone now feeling quite happy that the match was over as they informed Kite of the same options and instructions given to the other victors of the preliminaries, directing him towards the resting area as they waved over somepony to assist with his defeated opponent.

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Silencia's take down was a success, though it had lacked the "oomph" she had been going for as Shadowed merely fell over instead of being forced down with more power. Either way, the feeling of the other mare beginning to topple back and onto the ground brought a small grin of anticipation to Silencia's face through he pain in her back. The idea of things being over soon shot through her mind, but then she felt a tug at her cloak which soon led into her being pulled forward and flipped over Shadowed.

Normally this wouldn't be all that big of a deal for her, Silencia being quick to recover from such tumbles under most circumstances, but the fact that she had been so recently "cut" down the back changed things. She landed a bit hard, but it was what she landed on that was the problem, flat onto her back where the pain of the cut was intensified. Silencia would have cursed the effectiveness of the protective field over the grounds in simulating these wounds so accurately, but she was too busy spending a couple of seconds on the ground dazed by the flare of pain before rolling over and trying to stand back up, one of her knives skidding over towards her across the ground as she tried to regain her main means of defense.

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Vita continued her work in relieving the stallions pain, it being just as easy as she thought it was despite other unicorns having some difficulty in grasping how exactly to remove the fields effects. She quietly listened in on the subject of the ther mare's match mostly due to not being able to really help it, though the mention of a time out did strike her as odd.

"You got timed out?" She asked, moving on to finish up Foxtrot's more minor wounds and be done with assisting him before she could refocus her attention to Honey who, thankfully, had made the wise decision of accepting her help, "Since when was that a thing? Hm." She didn't recall this being a normal practice for the tournament as being timed out was too "boring" for the event these days, but she wasn't her brother so she was nowhere near an expert on the event's rules and what not so... Oh well.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 26, 2014, 12:00:19 pm »
The pony ducked to again avoid the incoming strike before once more not following up with much offense on his part. He chuckled at the threat, and the annoyance in Potato's tone only seemed to work against him as neither of these things seemed to dissuade the stallion from continuing with more of the same.

"You'll need to catch me first before you can get mashed potatoes anywhere near my lungs," the stallions wished to also tag on another joke, but, eh, "All I see on your butt is a potato. I don't get how that translates to super hero. Something must have connected the dots. Also, threats like that seem more fitting for a villain, not a hero! Choking somepony with mashed potatoes? My word!" He finished this with an exaggerated look of shock, raising a hoof up to his mouth and sounding a small gasp.

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Now that Kite was focusing all of his effort on pushing him over. Hurtle didn't really have many options open to him. At least none that he could recognize. Which means there were probably dozens of different actions he could have went with to turn things around. For example, he could have shot a hoof out to grab onto Kite's breastplate and then given him a tug along with a rough side step to use the force and strength being exerted against his sword against the other pony. This is something a better swordspony would do, most likely following it up with taking advantage of whatever stumble or wabble was forced onto the heavily armored pony with a few precise strikes to the legs with his hooves along with a slash or two at the wings to drop him into a bad spot and lead ultimately to a finish in Hurtle's favor

Hurtle just got pushed over out of a silly attempt to match up to the power behind the other pony's weight and extra limbs. Didn't even have time to say something that was no doubt very profound and important. Just sorta flopped over after enough of a push.

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There was no hiding the effectiveness of the slash being run across her back at this point, Silencia giving a very short lived cry as her cloak, while offering some slight protection, was not enough to prevent the field over the tournament from letting her feel like she'd just been given a sizable cut down her back, one of her knives being dropped from her control due to the sudden pain while the other wavered for a moment. The hold on her, while not having been executed well enough to be converted into a choke due to Silencia's reluctance to allow it to fully succeed, was still able to get her head where Shadowed wanted it and prevent a hasty escape. Being in a place she really didn't want to be, Silencia, wishing to turn things around, quickly brought her back hooves into play to support her as she used one of her front hooves to kick at the knee of Shadowed's leg opposite the one Silencia was being pressed up against while also trying to draw knife still under her control in to run across the back of the same leg, Silencia hoping that the hold on her would also prevent much in the way of defending against such a strike or, more ideally, force a breaking of said hold. If she was still being grappled after this attempt to weaken Shadowed's stance Silencia would continue with then wrapping her front hoof around the other mare's leg that was not the target of her kick and slash, pushing off of her own back hooves to pull Shadowed's out from under her while angling her neck and head to try and wriggle free in the process or at least protect herself from a landing, all this in the hopes of bringing Shadowed to the ground, eliminating her wings from the equation and putting herself in a more advantageous position over the other mare to try and go for a finish.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 20, 2014, 01:51:40 pm »
He may have been more nimble now, but that also meant that Hurtle was lighter than his opponent meaning that another charge forward would most likely not have much difficulty in achieving its goal should Hurtle not either get out of the way or practice proper hoofing. He would have tried to dodge but the attacks coming from Kite had forced him to parry the first couple and then lock up his blade against Kite's on the last, keeping him from a deft escape. After the lock up, Hurtle showed that did not in fact seem to have perfect hoofwork... He wasn't toppled over due to a desperate reposition of his back hooves to keep himself upright, but he was pushed back and then lower from the struggle, Hurtle trying to think of a way out of this predicament but only being able to focus on staying upright for the time being as he tried to hold Kite at bay.

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How close Shadowed had gotten before her sudden skid to the side prevented Silencia from altering the path of the knife in a useful way, but having it in her magic and knowing exactly where it was did at least prevent any accidental stabbings of the wrong pony. She'd moved too fast for it to chase effectively so it merely continued on towards its owner instead, Silencia bobbing her head to the side to allow it to whiz past before having it settle in the air near her once again. The dealing with her own knife and new cloud of dust had indeed managed to distract her enough for Shadowed's sweep to take her off of her hooves and drop her down to the ground, her landing with an "oomph!" but recovering quickly as she immediately used one of her front hooves to shove herself into a rough roll to the side, avoiding the follow up from Shadowed falling after her just in time to avoid a "fatal" wound. Desiring to gain a chance to recover fully from her difficult spot, Silencia arced her own knife in a horizontal slash at the pegasus then tried to continue with using a front hoof to lift her torso up enough to use her earlier sheathed knife in a cross cut upwards from the draw out from beneath her cloak.

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"So I've heard," Vita replied to the stallion after he informed her of where his "wounds" were, the mare lighting up her horn and lightly enveloping the designated parts of Foxtrot's body with her magic as she started to slowly but surely alleviate the pain from the more sore areas first, "I heard some ponies talking about it when we were being instructed on how to remove its effects after fights and apparently there was this one year where somepony got hit real bad on the shoulder. Claimed it felt like his whole leg was gone! Doesn't sound fun... I can't imagine how you guys can go out there and put up with that kind of abuse. I bumped my knee on a table earlier when trying to get around everypony and that was already too much for me. I'd have tapped out right then if it were during a match." Vita said with a small chuckle before shifting her attention over to the new mare for a moment, wearing a smile but tilting her head a little in confusion when it sounded as if she was kind of reluctant to have her pain removed.

"Um... Well, I don't think it's an actual rule. Least I don't think so? When that one pony came out earlier to discuss those five points of his it sounded like he was just explaining the effects of the field but didn't say it was required to have have the pain removed afterwards. I know for a fact that one or two of those big name fighters around here just deal with it through out the entire thing while encouraging their opponents to be at their best. I guess it's just an option for those who want it? I mean nopony will disqualify you or anything for not getting the help. I would recommend it though..." Was she listening? Vita couldn't quite tell... Seemed distracted or looking for somepony. Eh, her choice she guessed...

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"Doesn't surprise me," Sero replied, having guessed Golden hadn't had time to watch or notice much of what he was talking about, him taking note of a pair of fresh fighters moving in to occupy a recently vacated zone before humming thoughtfully at Golden's idea of what may have caused the apparent sickness.

"Maybe... seemed fine when he entered the zone though, and it all kicked in with some pretty great timing for her..." he was talking mostly under his breath as he thought and watched the fights, a few theories popping into his head but not having any real credibility at this stage as they were mostly results of brain storming.

"Hopefully that's all it was. Would have had to have gotten sick from something he had before arriving as I don't remember there being any food back in the waiting area... Anyway, do you know much about this tournament?" he asked, hoping to keep up some small talk as they watched the ponies below go about trying to beat each other up, "I'm guessing this is your first time attending based on our previous conversation."

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 18, 2014, 11:54:36 am »
"So..." One of the judges spoke, eyes remaining on the exchange between Kite and Hurtle but words being meant for the pony sitting next to her as she watched the less armored stallion be put on the defensive, "you seein any potential new champions out here? Been taking quick glances at the other zones and have been running small little sims in my head of later matches. Not sure if chances are all that high from what I've seen so far."

"Eh, you're probably just biased," the judge being spoken to replied, still watching the fight as Hurtle seemed to narrowly avoid a swing for him neck only to take a light strike to a weaker portion of his stripped armor on his leg, "Years of having the same champion just makes you think its impossible to win no matter what. I saw that... What was his name..." A duck and roll from Hurtle to try and both dodge a cleave and reposition himself on Kite's left side all at once, the stallion following up with an upwards slash aimed for underneath Kite's leg then soon accompanied by... more distant and inaccurate cuts at the air, "I don't remember, but he seemed to leave with a limp. He wasn't too bad. Wouldn't say he's equipped well enough to go the distance, but I wouldn't count him out so soon..."

Hurtle paused to say... something... but the judges had long since given up trying to understand what in the hay he'd been saying, so it was immediately dismissed as they continued their small conversation.

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Silencia's horn had remained alight with her magic for the entire time she'd been rushing towards Shadowed, an easy to notice sign of her still being up to something as she,once satisfied with her distance, slowed down and then quickly halted her sprint with some little breathing being left between herself and her opponent where she stood and waited for the other pony to finish closing in. Her stance widened a bit and she lowered her head, wearing a touch of a smile as she watched the other pony come closer and waited for the right moment to act, openly challenging Shadowed to make a move first by adding some shine to her smile by revealing a few teeth in anticipation as a faint glow of her magic could be seen beneath her cloak.

What Shadowed may not have noticed was that, while she had indeed claimed one of Silencia's knives for herself after deflecting it, the one that had been easier to dodge had been given more focus afterwards, it's initial trajectory towards the mare having been killed once it had missed and served it's purpose causing it to have fallen to the ground without extending too far out of it's owner's reach. Upon Shadowed's deflection of the second knife Silencia had regained control of the first, the dust cloud Shadowed had kicked up most likely having concealed it's return to life as it picked back into the air to follow after the pegasus during her charge. The glow beneath Silencia's cloak may have just been a distraction for Shadowed to not see that she was being chased by something sharp and pointy, though some spectators who had noticed a sheathing of her third knife from earlier assumed it was more serious than that.

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"Open your mouth and say 'eeeeyaaaaghahhh'," Vita instructed, wanting to check out a supposed damaged tooth that should have been impossible to suffer beneath the field of magic protecting the combatants of the tournament as she checked on the incoming ponies fresh from their bouts. The stallion seemed reluctant to cooperate... Vita was pretty sure he had lost his match even if she hadn't been watching the entirety of any of the fights taking place in the zones, so the idea of a possible faker was far from unlikely in her opinion...

"Why?" she was given as a response, Via attempting to keep up a pleasant smile.

"So I can check it."

"But why though?"

"So I can. Check. It."

"It hurts though."

"Maybe, but I need to see if the field failed to protect it."

"It did."

"Then let me see."

"Why though?"

"So. I. Can. Check. It."

"It hurts if I open my mouth, though."

"You seem to be talking fine."

The stallion then was suddenly in supposed pain as his hooves shot up to his mouth and he groaned, going so far as to fall onto his side and roll around a bit in "agony". Vita assumed he must have been a high caliber stage actor from this subtle display of acting skill.

"Wow, this is serious," she said, pretending to buy into the act as she tried her own hoof at acting concerned, "You must be one of those rare cases of the magic just wigging out and completely screwing up. There's a special line outside for ponies like you who got unlucky with the field. I only volunteered to help out around here so I'm not an expert on their practices, but I think Marigold gives out some bits as apologies to pay for any damages over there. To find it, just head out the main entrance and take a left, following the arena's walls until you come across a bored looking pony wearing a tie and sitting behind a table. He or she will take care of you."

It was like magic! Suddenly the stallion seemed reinvigorated with a tolerance to pain so impressive as to fool anypony looking into believing he hadn't just made everything up. Amazing! Vita knew she was a pretty good doctor, but she had no idea that she could heal destroyed teeth with words and promises alone!

She gave him a flat look as he left. Probably wouldn't miss him. Anyway, with him dealt with and out of her mane, Vita figured it would be a good idea to check on the ponies who actually had some pain to deal with, her trotting back into the slowly growing crowd of ponies looking for help after their fights and clearing her throat to better rid herself of her annoyed tone from moments before. Noticing a stallion resting on a cot and not being attended to, Vita decided to check up on him to see whether he was waiting for somepony or just trying to relax.

"Sir?" she spoke up once near the pony, her not recognizing him from before the matches started as she figured she must have missed one or two of the registrants. Or maybe a dozen. She had to go through a lot of them... "How are you feeling? Are you alright or waiting for some help? Oh, in fact," She turned her ehad away from the stallion for a moment to have her voice carry through the entire room, "If anypony is waiting on some assistance I can give you a hoof." The field, while impressive in its ability to prevent injury and simultaneously emulate it, wasn't too difficult to deal with when it came to relieving the pain it inflicted after injuries were suffered. Well, at least not for Vita. She seemed to have grasped the necessary steps needed to alleviate its effects faster than the other volunteers had, though she didn't really know why since it just seemed a simple method of directing the flow of energies and... eh.

Regardless of if the stallion on the cot replied to her or if anypony in the room sought her help, Vita was fine. No need for her meant no troubles, which meant wonderful! So she was half hoping nopony would take her up on her offer as that would mean nopony was dealing with any serious pain. After fighting in a tournament. Blegh...

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 13, 2014, 04:24:37 pm »
"Uh herb bah!" Hurtle replied with a grin over his near hit and follow up dodge, staring down the other stallion and fixing his grip on his sword so as to gain more stability, "I hride kuh woe guh!Buh yu wougnk wihen! Nah yuh wiw fash mah druh wuwy ang reckuwiuh al dah mewicah heb wuh kha geh!

"Ahn guarh!" Having said... something, Hurtle stepped in to continue the song worthy battle, his sword being swung several time and almost managing to make contact more times than a couple times, most of his attempts flat out missing while the only one worth mentioning was directed towards Kite in the form of a hack aimed for the other stallion's neck through the gap between his shoulder and helmet.

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The speed at which Shadowed was firing her crossbow was impressive considering the usual hastle such a weapon forced one to go through in order to ready, load then fire it, but Silencia was swift in her reaction to the pegasus' attacks. Again she used her cloak to help keep her a more vague target, her just as before then focusing on dodging the incoming shots while taking advantage of the pauses between, even the briefest of which being plenty for her, to reposition her own weapons and think. Thankfully the darting about being done by her opponent was hardly the most desirable movement pattern when it came to accuracy and not all of the bolts made contact, only a hoofful of the many shots managing to strike several light hits against Silencia as she dodged to avoid the full brunt of the shots. Stinging with emulated pain, she hardly showed any sign of success as she hid behind a face of determination and kept her magic up.

While her attention was being mostly taken up by the dodging of crossbow bolts, Silencia was still managing to keep her knives airborne. Two of which remained with her during the ducking and weaving while the third gained distance off to her side, edging further and further away as she waited for an opening to get herself back on the offensive. Estimating how long of a pause it took for Shadowed to reload, Silencia chose her moment to act just after another near hit cutting across her torso, one of her knives tucking under her cloak while the second one closest to her shot off towards the flying pony in the blink of an eye it meant more to take attention and force a dodge while the true focus of Silencia's move was in the knife she'd distanced away, it being brought around in a horizontal arc to attempt escaping whatever track Shadowed may have had on it and fly in from her side, more effort being made to home in on its target with the second than the first in an attempt to better the chances of success.

With both blades on the move, Silencia dashed forward to cut some of the distance between them, horn brightly alight with her magic as she did her best to ignore a shot of pain in her leg.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 09, 2014, 06:40:23 pm »
"You as well," replied Grace as she took her blade back and secured it back where it belonged, Grace giving Honey a nod of respect to show good sportsmanship, "and good luck with the rest of the tournament." Having acquired her belongings, Grace trotted out of the zone after Honey, however she instead went right for Harr instead of the rest area as requested of her, the mare wearing a clearly annoyed expression as she raised an eyebrow at the stallion and waited for him to explain his decision.

"This shouldn't take long," Harr assured, stepping to the side and holding up a guiding hoof to invite Grace to walk with him, "If you would please?" Grace began to trot, wanting to get this over with as soon as was possible, Harr falling in step beside her and making small talk about her match to which Grace didn't respond to and ignored as they went back inside.

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Hurtle, seeing a small opening during Kite's recovery, took a swing, this time actually making contact as he ran his sword from Kite's back end towards his neck. All he had done was harmlessly drag the steel of his blade across the other stallion's armor, the reason why being.. up for deep analysis and debate by only Equestria's brightest minds. Pointless distraction? General ineptitude when wielding a sword? Heat stroke from having been stuck in that heavy suit of armor all day? A misunderstanding as to what counted as a good hit?

Equestria may never know for sure, but at least the second point was possibly starting to seem less likely as, upon his drawing back once the slash had been completed, Hurtle ducked his head lower and made a stab for whatever soft spot or opening Kite may have around his barrel before jumping back and striking a dramatic pose.

"Aha! Rash rye radh foo! Yuh brah dish ubon yushelsh!"

-

The pony being targeted by the potato ponie's hoof leaned to his side and ducked under the strike before snapping right back to his regular stance as if nothing had happened, him continuing to talk instead of attack.

"Maybe, but there seems to be plenty of fighting going on already to entertain the crowd, and my curiosity tends to be more important to me than bruising another's face. I'll make a deal though. Go ahead and keep trying to hit me, but as you're doing it I want you to multitask and answer some questions for fun, kay?

"First off," he went on, smirking as he widened his stance a bit, "you dress like a comic book super hero. Just a big fan, or what? If so, which hero or villain inspired you? And if not then what made you decide to do it on your own?"

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 05, 2014, 04:09:51 pm »
A lull in their combat, Grace still not really having very many options for offense as she watched Honey do nothing. Having gained the upper hoof at the moment Honey seemed content with standing around and waiting for Grace to do something next which seemed a bit strange to her as most would press to finish, especially in a tournament valuing action more than patience.

Very well... Grace tightened her grip on the tessen and narrowed her eyes slightly, ideas on how exactly she should was going to manage pulling something off with any real effectiveness. Whatever she was going to do would need to get her in close almost immediately to negate her sword's reach, but the trick was how as she couldn't wait till she had her magic back and then use it to send something off to distract her and create the opening as that could be her only trick left to turn things around. Even if she did decide to go in that direction, a dagger is all she would have to go in with assuming that the toss of her acquired tessen managed to do anything at all and even then-

"Zone Five," a voice from near the judge tables called, a very brief glance from Grace letting her know that it had not come from the judges themselves but instead the same pony who had listed off the ruled for the tournament earlier, "I think that's time. Miss..." the pony looked to the side and to one of the actual judges, him looking to say something to her that couldn't be made out and receiving an answer back before returning his attention to the combatants.

"Miss Honey Dew, you win, go get some rest. Miss Grace is it? I would like to speak with you once you've given each other your things back if you don't mind."

... Time? Grace didn't recall there being any mention of a strict time limit earlier, only that these matches were supposed to be quick though she'd assumed they had used the zones to make up for the congestion of fighters. Being timed out felt like a rather lame excuse for ending a fight as well, especially when both participants were still standing and capable of continuing. Grace narrowed her eyes in skepticism over this decision, the pony, named Mr. Harr she believed or somewhere along those lines at least, simply watching and waiting with a look that showed he was in fact being dead serious about this. Hmm... Maybe since he was the pony in charge he was allowed to pick favorites during the preliminaries and shoot down ponies he just didn't like. Hardly fair.

Seeing the judges nod in a show that this was in fact the official decision, Grace relaxed her stance, visibly appearing unhappy with the outcome of her match, not due to her losing - she'd have been fine with being bested legitimately - but instead over this flimsy justification that she had her doubts about. Still, if it was over it was over and she couldn't do much about it so she loosened her grip on the tessen in her mouth and walked closer to Grace before taking the item in her magic and offering it back in exchange for her rapier while casting more than one glance that found their way to that Harr guy as she had several questions for him.

-

Feral couldn't exactly stop himself once mid-leap, nor was he even concerned enough for his own safety to do so at this time anyway as he simply continued to fall on Foxtrot, katars still zeroing in as he gave a loud cry of adrenaline fueled rage. While his right katar was indeed knocked off course by the sheathe it still managed to at least take a slash at the other stallion as he was hit with the katana itself, his full weight intended for his katars to deliver a "killing" blow instead landing on the blade's tip aimed for him. The blade did not pierce, not in the slightest, as the magical field over the arena prevented such a thing, however the feeling of having been severely stabbed shot through Feral even as he angled more to his left side from the impact and deflection of his right weapon and fell off the sword, his left katar still managing to connect with the other stallion though with less force as was originally intended.

Falling on the ground next to Foxtrot, Feral was now dealing with what could have been considered a lethal blow which was being emulated as intensely as the protective field could allow, his vision beginning to dim as he was beginning to lose consciousness. The amount of damage dealt from his own attack against Foxtrot was now irrelevant as, unless it somehow had managed to hit somewhere vital enough to do the same to him as his katana had done to Feral, the judges were now guaranteed to name Foxtrot as the winner and repeat the same practiced instructions to him for returning to the waiting area or watching the rest of the matches, only this time offering that he visit one of the medics hanging around the arena to help alleviate the pain the field of the arena might be causing him as he quite possibly had taken a heavier hit than the usual cuts and bruises. Feral however would need to be helped out of the zone and most definitely would require plenty of rest before leaving the grounds.

-

The pony waiting in Zone Four fell back onto his hooves proper once the pony he would be facing off against arrived, him taking a moment to size up his opponent with a very non serious expression. He trotted closer to the center of the zone and gave the other stallion another up and down scan with his vision before slapping on a half smile and chuckling a little.

"So... is you're gimmick supposed to be that you're a super hero?" he began as the judges spoke up to give them the signal to begin, him not seeming to give it much immediate mind as he only kept talking, "You wouldn't happen to be big on comic books then, would you? Gotta say that the new story they have going for Spider-Mare is pretty silly. Not sure if it's just me, but making her go through the same identity crisis for the seventeen hundredth and eleventieth time is just tiring at this point. I mean, we get it, her job is hard, but come on."

-

Hurtle gave a small kick of his hoof at the sword he'd dropped to his side when he'd fallen over, it skipping across the dirt and skidding some few feet away as he reached for the straps keeping his armor in place, a number of quick tugs and pulls loosening the outermost layer of his suit and causing several of the heavier plates and most of his weapons to fall to the ground as Kite gained his altitude, his helmet being the last thing he removed just as Kite reached his desired height.

"Okay, that's not working..." Hurtle pointed out the obvious to himself, shooting his attention skyward just before Kite fell into his sudden dive. Prompted by his desire not to be crushed beneath the other stallion, Hurtle gave a sudden move of his own in response that his now much lighter suit made possible, his being a tumble to the side just as Kite neared him to pull himself out of harms way, the stallion multi tasking as he avoided the dive by taking the hilt of his earlier kicked sword in his mouth and then finishing with him standing on his hooves and facing Kite.

"A Duh Deker doghntn dah!" he said, apparently meaning something by it but not sounding even remotely clear from around his swords grip.

-

"You sure? He looked to me like a champion in the making," Sero joked at the expense of the Fritter pony who was currently trotting as far away from the arena as he was able with a large and goofy grin on his face, "Would have probably wiped the floor with anypony else around here."

When asked about if he had any favorites among the ponies competing, Sero again looked back to the zones while giving a small hum of amusement over her clarifying any other favorites beside herself. He frowned when he noticed the unusual outcome of the match in Zone Five, took note of the most likely excruciatingly painful finish for the Feral pony, cast a glance at the two new ponies just starting their match and then raised a brow at the rushed undressing of one of the more heavily armored ponies.

"There certainly have been a few... colorful characters, that's for sure. I can't really say I have any special favorites among the ponies who signed up as I try to remain even when rooting for everypony involved, I'm kind of boring like that I suppose, but I will admit that there are a coupe ponies I've been trying to figure out since the matches began.

"For example, that Mystic mare," he continued, eyes still glued on the many fights as he sounded thoughtful, "I haven't even been sure how she won, exactly. I doubt you had time to watch any of their match yourself since you were obviously busy, but soon after they began that... what was his name... 'Nightshade' or something equally as silly? Anyway, he seemed to just fall ill out of nowhere and get worse as it went on... Maybe he just ate something spoiled? Either way, it seemed to work well for her." Sero made a mental note to check with his sister about this, though he doubted she would tell him much regardless of if it was serious or not due to confidentiality.

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Canterlot / Re: A Good Day For Combat
« on: September 01, 2014, 12:14:58 pm »
Grace made no move to attack as she was no longer equipped well enough to do so, the mare instead just holding her ground and watching Honey stand there as she ran ideas through her mind to try and figure out how she could turn things around.

A small club and a dagger... Hmm...

Well... one thing she could use to her advantage was, in fact, the one major thing currently keeping her handicapped. It's not an exact science when it came to determining how long a unicorn's magic would remain stunned after a blow to the horn, some suffering for minutes while other could brush it off in some number of seconds. Grace figured it was similar to taking a punch. A pony who'd never been punched before could be left stunned from it while those used to fighting can shrug it off almost right away. Of course, Grace had been trained to be able to fight, so it would be easy to assume that her dazed magic wouldn't remain that way for too long, but it would still be vague to anypony other than herself.

Maybe she could use it to surprise? Maybe...

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"Ow!" Hurtle yelped, his turning of his body in an attempt to avoid the coming sword strike failing to protect him due to how heavily he was being weighed down by his armor. He avoided a more lethal strike, as was clear from his lack of being knocked out, but the strike still bit into him between his armor and the follow up charge  connected well enough to topple him to the ground, most ponies watching then assuming that he would probably be trapped there for the rest of eternity. Trapped he may have been as Hurtle struggled to reach any position other than a lying flat on his side, him gradually managing to push himself up albeit awkwardly and slowly.

-

Sero was watching the fights with a furrowed brow as he unofficially judged them himself, his previous experiences and appreciation for the tournament, or at least the way it was held when he was younger, making him enough of an expert to accurately predict the decisions that would and were being made by the ponies passing judgment. When he heard the voice of a mare speak to him he first thought it may have been his sister but a quick glance put that suspicion to rest.

"At least half of these so far," he replied with a smirk, shaking his head at her question about the seat and nodding to invite her to join him, "but I'm not sure if it would have been enough to tame that beast they put you up against. Congratulations on your win, by the way. Was getting iffy on if either of you would survive that combat." Sero joked in good fun, shifting his attention between Golden and the many zones as he spoke and kept track of the fights at the same time.

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