The fallen soldier

Chapter 24

Swords are fucking complicated

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The bell rang, and soldiers started cheering.

Kentucky the bird rushed forward and jabbed at you with his sword. You sidestepped the attack and raised your sword, you brought it down on the bird. Kentucky quickly turned and blocked it with his sword. He did a little spin, effectively creating sparks as his sword scraped off yours, and made great use of the momentum provided by swinging the sword in a horizontal fashion.

If not for your quick reflexes, the sword would have slammed into your side. You moved your sword to your side in an attempt to block the attack, the force behind the swing hit your sword, sending you stumbling backwards, and the tip of your sword into your shoulder. You recovered from the hit and spun, using the momentum to help strengthen your attack.

Unsurprisingly, Kentucky blocked the attack, but the force caused him to stumble. You took advantage of this, you rushed forward and jump kicked the bird. Your foot connected firmly with his chest, effectively sending him flying.

He hit the ground with a bang, he groaned, then stood back up.

"That was good, your sword skills are terrible though." Kentucky grimaced when he rubbed his armored chest.

"Yeah, kinda new to this." You replied, rolling your head.

"I see, well any last words before I end this little fight of ours?" Kentucky asked, a confident smirk of his face.

"Yeah," you raised your sword in the air and yelled, "I AM THE KING OF ALL DICK WAFFLES!!"

Your response caught the bird off guard, he looked at you like you were crazy.

You wasted no time in running towards the bird and jumping, using the momentum to swing your sword with added force. Kentucky raised his sword and blocked it, though the force brought him to his knees. You shifted to kick the bird in the face, but Kentucky moved surprisingly fast. He shoved his fist into your stomach, his strength showed its true colors. You coughed in your helmet and bent over, you felt his punch through your armor.

You recovered quickly, but not quickly enough. The bird was already back on his feet, he quickly kneed you in your helmet before you could retaliate in any way. Your head was forced back up, you stumbled backwards, still surprised by his show of strength.

You recovered from the hit and looked back at Kentucky, he had his left arm lying limp at his side. You figured he injured it from punching you, his knee's were armored so they must've been fine.

You wondered how much longer this fight would continue, you debated grabbing his sword mid-swing and simply ripping it from his grip. But you feared it would be cheating, but there wasn't any rule against disarming your opponent.

Actually, you don't even know the rules of the match, Luna wasted half an hour of preparation time by giving you lessons on useless matters. You decided to disarm Kentucky.

You shifted your body and waited for him to attack, your pretty sure he noticed as well. Kentucky squinted his eagle eyes and started circling you. You followed him, waiting for him to attack, or for a opening so you can disarm him.

After walking in circles for about 8 minutes, the soldiers watching grew tired of the suspense and started booing. Kentucky looked at some soldiers and cursed them, you took this as an opportunity and rushed him. Though he must've planned exactly that, he sidestepped your swing and delivered a crushing blow to your side.

You violently lurched to the right, but rolled when you hit the ground. You gripped your side and grunted in pain. You were kinda pissed now.

You lowered your helmet and scowled at the bird, "I'm so going to kick your feathered ass."

If Kentucky was scared, he certainly didn't show it, instead he smiled.

You rushed forward, and jabbed at the bird, he sidestepped it and swung his sword. You quickly blocked it, fueled by your anger, you slammed your shoulder into Kentucky. He stumbled backwards, you then roundhouse kicked Kentucky.

Your foot connected with the side of his helmet, his head violently lurched to the side.

Then he collapsed, and he didn't get back up.

"10/10 would kick again." You mumbled.

The stadium went quiet, the rowdy soldiers sat back down and stared at the collapsed bird. Some thought he was dead, some thought he was unconscious. A team of what you guessed to be medics rushed from the sides and surrounded Kentucky.

Within moments he was on a stretcher and rushed out of the stadium.

You calmed down, looked around, and then raised your sword.

The soldiers roared the mightiest cheer you've ever heard.

The stadium was emptying itself, soldiers returned to wherever they belonged. You turned and exited the way you entered.

"That was good, you did excellent." Luna announced from nowhere.

You jumped to the left, pulling your SAS-24 out and pointing it at the princess. She looked at the handgun then back at you.

"Is that a firearm? I've read what Twilight wrote about those gadgets of yours. They really are intriguing little things! But. . Don't you carry larger ones?" Luna ignored the firearm pointed at her and instead approached you.

You holstered the gun and spoke, "I do, but I only brought my SAS-24 and my SMG."

"Hmm, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to use these weapons of your's." She reached for your handgun.

You stepped away and shook your head, "Sorry princess, you don't exactly have a shooting range set up. I don't want to risk hitting any active officers."

"What would one need to set up these shooting ranges?" Luna asked, looking you in the eye.

"Targets, a large area, somethin' to stop the bullets, and if you really want, a sitting bench with a rest." You rubbed your chin, you're pretty sure you covered everything.

"Is that all?" Luna replied.

"Yeah, but tell ya what. If you ever come to Ponyville within. . . Let's say the next week or two. I should have some sort of range set up that I'll let you use, deal?" You turned and smiled.

"Sounds like we'll have the bestest of fun." She clapped her hands together.

"Right, now I'm going to go. . Uh. . . Do something." You turned and stalked off.

Luna watched you walk off then disappeared in a could of purple mist.

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WHAT THE FIGHT WOULD'VE BEEN LIKE IF YOU WERE ALLOWED TO USE FIREARMS.

The bell rang, and soldiers started cheering.

Kentucky the bird rushed forward and jabbed at you with his sword. You sidestepped the attack and pulled your SAS-24 from its holster. You fired 2 shots into his side, Kentucky's armor shielded against the attacks.

Kentucky turned and swung his blade horizontally, you ducked the attack and fired 3 more shots at the birds legs. His legs weren't as protected, 2 of the shots hit their marks, the third missed completely and hit some poor soldier in the stands.

Kentucky collapsed on his good knee and growled at you, you stood back up and pointed the gun at his head. You did the worst thing a person could do during a fight, you started monologuing.

Kentucky took this as his chance to knock your SAS-24 from your hands with a simple sweep of his sword. You looked down at your now empty hand and frowned.

"That was my favorite handgun." You looked at Kentucky, for a moment, you saw fear flash through his bird eyes.

You stepped back, pulled your SMG from it place, and pulled the bolt back.

"I hope you brought your wallet," Kentucky looked at you in confusion, "Because the rent in hell gets paid in advance."

Kentucky eyes widened as you pulled the trigger, emptying the entire 24 round magazine into the poor birds body. He collapsed on his side, blood slowly seeping from his bullet wounds.

You attached the SMG back to your waist and turned to face the crowd.

You lowered your helmet and stated in your most badass soldier voice.

"10/10. . . Would bang again."

Author's Notes:

Alright, so I actually did a wee bit of research in sword fights. Tell me what you guys think? Was it a good fight scene? Needed to be longer? Needed more cursing? Needed more dialogue between the two?

Also, way off topic. But I told a friend of mine about this story, he didn't feel like reading it so I just told him how it was all going to end. He nodded and asked, "what's the backstory for your Oc?"

So I told him, and you know what he says?!

He says the back story for my Oc is actually way better of a story then my actual story! And he was real snarky about it.

You know what I say!? . . I say, "Well fuck you too!"

Well any who's, I'm sure you guys don't care. So here is a single fun fact!

Fun fact; did you know the fight with Kentucky that included firearms was just supposed to end with him getting killed instantly! No!? Well now you do!