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The Griffon

by Kaf_Kraked_Poni

Chapter 1: You're Very Talonted

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“One more,” a scarfed Earth Pony said from across the counter. The bartender nodded, sliding a small white cube down the counter. The pony lifted his foreleg, obstructing the block of salt and lifted it to his mouth. He gave a few licks and set it down, taking a sip of cider afterwards.

The fans above the grumbling patrons spun silently. An occasional chuckle came from one of the card tables in the corner of the dimly lit establishment. Two more bodies entered, allowing the stench of old cider and body odor to waft outside. Nopony turned their heads as both figures trotted over to a secluded corner.

A couple of barmaids shifted from behind the counter to serve the remaining customers. The frilly violet dresses they wore hid any indication of a cutiemark. A few shrieks and giggles sounded from behind the lone pony at the bar, and he grinned at the thought.

The door opened again, followed by a soft pitter patter. A few brows raised at the sharp sound. The whip-like tail of the newest patron slammed the door shut and he motioned over to the bar. A low growl escaped his beak as he too glared at the other patrons. He grabbed a seat, tapping on the counter with his talon.

“Seat’s taken,” the Earth Pony said without looking up.

“You must have quite some party,” the Griffon replied. His eyes rested upon the pony down the counter. After a moment without a reply, the Griffon tapped on the counter again, this time clearing his throat.

“What’cha need?” the bartender spat.

“Cider. Make it hard,” the Griffon ordered.

“Ain’t no other way to drink it here.” The stallion behind the counter shuffled off.

“First you take my seat,” the Earth Pony grumbled. “Then you go making noises for no reason.” His eyes finally escaped the dark shadow of his face.

“Might you have a problem with me?” The Griffon’s talons danced along the countertop now.

“No Griffons ever out this far. You’re the one looking for trouble,” the Earth Pony replied.

“The minute you both start something, I’ll make sure neither of you are served,” the stallion behind the counter barked. He tossed the mug of cider at the winged beast and began to wipe down the counter.

“Listen Paw, this Cock don’t know who I am,” the scarfed pony said.

“And you damn well know who I am, so sit tight Saddle,” the bartender scolded. He lowered his hoof and started wiping down the counter again.

“How does it feel when he rides you like that Saddle?” the Griffon chuckled. Saddle sprung from his seat, galloping over to the winged beast.

“Dammit Saddle!” Paw reached over the counter, but missed the pony.

“My turn to ride?” The Griffon popped his wings open. Saddle jerked back from the hit. The pony was shaking his head, stumbling back some more as he wiped the blood from his jaw.

“That’s it, both of you, out,” Paw exclaimed.

“Not till I collect the bits on both your heads,” the Griffon said. He sipped his cider slowly as Paw removed the apron around his waist.

“I gave you chance to leave,” the stallion said, hopping over the table. “Now I get to bash that beak of yours into your skull.”

“Maybe then I could actually taste this cider,” the Griffon replied. Paw shoved Saddle out of the way and rose up on his hind hooves. He swung a forehoof at the Griffon’s face, but the bird leaned back swinging his right claw against the side of Paw’s head.

The stallion hit the counter and fell to the floor. The barmaids screamed and galloped over to a corner. A clamor arose from the back of the bar then. Three more stallions, as well as Saddle, circled the seated Griffon.

“Tear that Cock up,” Saddle said.

“That’s what he said,” the Griffon replied. He grabbed the cider with his tail and hopped off of the stool. One of the stallions snaked in and swung a heavy forehoof. The Griffon moved in and allowed the blow to fall on his left shoulder. He dropped down, letting out a small grunt.

“Bird brained-”

The Griffon’s tail suddenly whipped in front of him, spilling the cider on the stallion. The Griffon rose, swinging his claws upward and scratching the stallion under his chin. The pony wobbled back as the Griffon retreated two steps.

“You gonna let him do that to you?” another stallion asked.

“Nah, he’s really dead now,” the hurt pony replied.

“Still breathing,” said the Griffon.

The pony charged in and jumped to his hind hooves in front of his opponent. The Griffon did the same. His right talon swiped at the pony’s torso and he knocked his forehead into the stallion. The pony clutched his chest and collapsed on the floor.

“Next,” the Griffon taunted, flicking his tail in front of him. Two stallions trotted into the arena, taking a position on either side of the Griffon.

The one on the left ran in and threw a jab into the Griffon’s side. The Griffon grunted and blocked the second strike to his face. He shot his hind leg into the pony’s side, forcing a winded gasp to escape the stallion’s mouth. His claws struck the pony twice over the face. The stallion clutched his muzzle and howled.

Before the Griffon could launch another attack the other stallion bucked him behind the head. His skull bashed into the pony in front of him and they both fell forward.

“Ow, Dammit Wade!” the other pony yelled rolling on the floor.

“Sorry, I forgot you were there!”

The Griffon’s tail suddenly slapped the standing stallion. The enraged pony stamped his hoof at the Griffon, but the winged beast rolled away. He sprung up with a chair in his claws and tossed the object at Wade. Wade bucked the chair away, spilling a few glasses on a nearby table.

“Wade!” A pony from across the room growled at the stallion.

“Sorry.”

The Griffon zoomed in this time and threw a right jab into the pony’s face. He swung with his left arm, but the pony ducked and lunged into the Griffon’s torso. The duo crashed on the floor and knocked over a table. Wade mercilessly beat into the Griffon’s sides and stamped over his body. His claws frantically tried to grasp the stamping hooves.

The Griffon caught a blow with his wing and wrapped his tail around the pony’s neck. Reaching his arms over the pony’s back, he dug his talons into the stallion’s coat. The Pony cried, arching his body back. The Griffon released his strangle. Ribbons of skin flayed off the stallion as he he pulled away from the eagle-lion.

The Griffon lifted off of the floor with his wings. A smirk formed over his beak as the remaining ponies in the room rose from their seats.

“Fantastic…” he groaned.

Author's Notes:

Notice the emphasis is on the action and not characterization. I planned it that way people.
Just practice... I plan on turning this into a story however.

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