“You, you’re the Griffon!” a blue earth colt cried.

“Doesn’t anybody know my name?” the Griffon replied.

“I’m like, your biggest fan! Okay, maybe not your biggest fan, but I started your official fan club and we have a total of five ponies in it!”

“If your eyes were any brighter I would probably go blind,” the Griffon said shoving the kid aside. “Out of my way, I need to talk to Celestia.”

“Why do you want to see Celestia?!” the colt asked, his mane bobbing up and down following the Griffon.

“That’s not really your business.”

“But I’m one of your biggest fans,” the colt pleaded. He placed his forelegs over the Griffon’s chest. The eagle-lion growled.

“I wouldn’t even care if you were my mother,” the Griffon said, leaping over the child.

“I’ll make you care!” The blue colt galloped ahead of the winged beast bending his body down in a pouncing position. The Griffon dropped his haunches and crossed his arms.

“Move it. I’m not afraid to slap a foal.”

“I told you, I’m your biggest fan. So I know all of your moves,” the colt rose on his hindhooves and growled.

“I’m not doing this,” the Griffon said flapping his wings.

“Yes you are!” The colt leapt into the air and brought his hind leg down over the Griffon’s head. The Griffon blocked, repulsing the tiny foal and taking stance as well.

The colt rolled on the floor, kicking up some grass and popping back into his battle position.

“Don’t do that again,” the Griffon growled. The tiny pony exhaled. He galloped in, and leapt into the air. The tiny pony threw a few jabs with his hooves. The Griffon blocked each assault. His wings flared open and he bounced upward. The colt grabbed the Griffon’s tail, and pulled down. The Griffon slammed into the floor, his head ringing from the impact.

The blue foal landed on top of the Griffon’s chest and swung his forehoof down. The Griffon caught the blow and tossed the colt aside. He rolled away and sprung up quickly. The colt slid along the ground as well, but recovered just as fast.

This time, the Griffon charged. Clumps of dirt and grass flying into the air as he tread along the ground. The Griffon threw a left punch at the ground, but the tiny colt hopped into the air. He bucked the Griffon in the beak and roundhouse kicked him away. The Griffon stumbled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“C’mon kid, I can’t hit you…” he said brushing his head feathers.

“Apparently not you stupid Cock!” the foal motioned the Griffon over with his hoof.

“Time for a whooping you little shit!” the Griffon roared.

He lifted off with his wings, charging at the boy in front of him. His talons extended to full length and he swiped at the boy’s muzzle. The colt jumped back and blocked the next strike from the Griffon. The Griffon swung his leg at the colt’s head, but the colt ducked. The foal leapt into the air again, socking the Griffon under his chin. The Griffon clutched his beak, stumbling back again, this time wiping the blood from his mouth.

“As bad as this is going, I wouldn’t even call it a fight. I thought you were tough,” the boy sneered.

“You want to see tough then?” The Griffon roared and charged again. The colt laughed and prepared for a strike, but the Griffon took to the air at the last second.

“Huh? Whaa…?” the colt peered into the sky, scanning the air for the winged beast.

The clouds rushed past the Griffon as he scaled higher and higher. He broke the cloudline and halted his ascent above the earth. He slowed his wings down to a hover and rubbed his beak.

“Kids… damn kids,” he whined, holding his head now. He continued the snail’s pace of flight, making for the large castle on the mountainside. The shrill cry of a crazy bastard rang out to him from below. The Griffon groaned at the noise. “I don’t care…”

Author's Notes:

Ideally, yes. A good fight scene is probably less than 1000 words.