"Good luck!" I shouted.

Frank and I were going to leave Logan behind to face the only Griffon who saw us. He was currently letting out yellow like orbs into the air surrounding the Griffon and himself. The only response I got from him was this.

"Won't need it!" Logan replied.

Logan was such a laid back guy that I couldn't see him as a type of fighter, but I guess we'll see in the future. I turn around, ran towards Frank and matched his pace. I glanced at him, he was concerned about something. Was it Jayden? Was it Twilight? I didn't know, but I was worried for Apple Honey and how she was coping with me being gone. We were in a hallway that had several doors that probably had no importance, but still nopony or Griffons were around. We stopped at the end of a hallway that formed into a T.

"How are you doing Frank?" I said.

Frank walked towards the left; I followed as he sighed, "I think that Jayden is in big trouble... I can sense it somehow."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why would you think that?"

We stopped in the middle of the hallway and I felt something was wrong with Frank. I stepped back, but he turned to face me and he had a serious look.

"Jayden might be dying." He said.

"What?"

That hit me hard; I knew that Jayden was getting magic sucked out of him, but I never knew it was going to be this bad. My friend, who I had known for more than a month, is going to be on his death bed? I shook my head and spoke.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Frank sighed, "I don't know how, but I just feel it."

I was about to question it, but the wall right next to me started to crack. There was a crash, bang, and boom. My face met a blue fist and I crashed into the wall that was behind me. It almost winded me; being in the football league all this time, none of them were able to wind me out. The next thing I knew, I was on the other side of the wall and we both crashed into the court yard. The court yard was a shrubbery; had a pond in the middle with a little path leading to four doors. I realized that he destroyed a statue that was named of the last Griffon king. When the dust settled, I saw the horns coming towards me; I grabbed the horns with my hands and held my ground. The Minotaur was angry and I could feel his strength pushing against my body.

I look at Frank who was trying to run to me, but I shouted, "GO NOW!"

He stopped and nodded, "Are you sure?!"

"I am sure on my life!" I shouted.

I had to get Frank to go after Jayden if what he said was true. I needed to distract this guy in order for him to go. Without a word he runs away towards the center of the castle to where Jayden might be. I lift the Minotaur by the horns and swung him across the yard into the wall. I hear a grunt from him and he stood back up like it was nothing. 'This is going to be interesting.' I thought. I looked at his features and he was grinning. The kind of grin you would get from a cocky captain or coach.

"That was quite a throw you did there. It has been a while since I was thrown like that." He said.

It seems like he was going through memory lane when he said that, but I wasn't going to give him any of it. I spat out some blood that surfaced in my mouth onto the ground. I wiped off the saliva on my mouth and stared at him.

"Don't flatter yourself. Who are you anyway?" I asked.

"The names Gregory and I am here to stop you guys from getting to my master." He said.

"Uh... You failed on that part." I quipped.

"Nah... I stopped you and I got your friend all alone to leave for my other friend."

"He can hold his own; besides he is the only guy who beat me in a wrestling match."

"Oh! So your friend is a great fighter and he was able to defeat you? I would like to challenge that."

"Alright, round one?"

He chuckled, "You bet."

Greg stomped his hooves down and snorted through his snout. He charged at me and I snapped my fingers to cast a spell on my fists. 'This spell can enhance your fists and other limbs to make the hulk's punches look like a baby's touch. It wastes a lot of magic so don't use it a lot or else the anti-magic spell will fade.' Frank advice echoed in my head. I jumped to the right to dodge his attack and I punched him on the side. It was a normal punch, but it caused him to fly across the floor. With a crash, he caused the wall to crack up and he laughed when he grunted.

"This is interesting!" He yelled.

"Two minds think a like." I said.

I moved towards him, but he hit my stomach causing me to fly up into the air. I looked up and he was above me. Before I could react, he clasped his hands and hit my forehead. I was sent towards the ground like a bullet into the provided pond. I grunted when I landed, but I slowly got myself back up. Greg was right behind me and was about to punch my back. I got my left hand, blocked his punch, turned to my left and punched him in the stomach with my right.

When my fist impacted his stomach, he was thrown into the sky and I jumped to match his speed. I continue to throw punches to his chest, face and belly. Greg grunted with every punch; the moment I was not punching him I did a front flip and used my leg to impacted his chest. He was shot like a bullet, just like me into the ceiling of the building. I landed on my feet and saw a lot of concrete on the bottom that has buried him. The rubble started to move, I saw a fist coming out of the pile and Greg pulled himself out of the pile. When he was on his hooves, he popped his joints and groaned in relief.

"You're a good Chiropractor my enemy, but when are you going to get serious?" He asked.

'Did my hits did even phase him?' I thought. It was probably this damn barrier that was preventing me to use all my magic.

"Though I am surprised that you can use magic, but no more games; lets see how well you'll handle this form." He said.

Gregory's body was glowing a very light blue; then was surrounded in a dark orb of sorts causing the walls and debris disintegrate around him. The dust settled; I looked at his current body and was in awe. Greg's body was glowing like a diamond, his horns were pitch black and his hooves were a light grey color. It was like he tossed his old skin and put this one on like a suit; it totally creep me out and see him in this form made me feel I was in Dragon Ball or One Piece.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rush of air coming towards me and I put my arms in an X to defended myself. Greg punched my defended X and I felt my bones shackling in impact. Imagine your bones being put to the straining test, but while that is happening all the funny bones are continuously hurting you. That is what I felt when I got two more punches, but I saw his horn extending towards my face and I got my right arm to block it. It didn't work; the horn went passed my hand and heavily grazed the right side of my forehead. The second horn tore through my shoulder's muscle, but missing the bone which was in between. I felt my own warm blood stream down my head and shoulder reaching to my arms.

I flinched in response of the pain and his fist landed on my face. I flew into a pillar of some sorts as I was trying to feel my head and nose. I hissed when I touched the wound, but my moment didn't last for long, Greg was right in front of me and threw a punch on my stomach. I almost lost consciousness with this as I felt my insides being moved around which wasn't pleasant for my brain and I almost puked when he did this.

"I see you still have some kick in you, but let me extract your magic so you'll be rendered useless." He said as his hand was going towards my head.

'Is this going to be the end?' I thought. Memories were passing through me about my childhood. Most of them were nothing, but football and some wrestling in high school. The earth started to shudder and my eye's widen in realization that something was happening.

I look up and Gregory stopped to look up at the sky which had a rainbow colored beam that went through a certain building. The anti-magic barrier generator was held in there because when the beam ended the whole anti-magic field disappeared. I glance at Greg who was dumb strucked and I felt my strength returning.

"What the-" His sentence was cut off by my fist impacting his face.

It threw him into the court yard again; I recollect myself and sighed, 'I will never give up... For my friends and Apple Honey.' I thought. When I heard Greg groaning through the dust, I roared and sprinted towards him. Snapping my fingers, I continuously threw punches at him with every second. When I stopped, he was in mid air and was almost breathless. I put my right foot down, bend my knees a bit, threw up my hand into a fist and said the magic words.

"FALCON!!!!" My fist landed on his face and I jumped, "PUNCH!"

My punch almost hit the sound barrier, but enough to go through six solid brick walls. The speed was getting slower with each hit off the wall when I used Greg as a barrier to shield myself from the debris. When we went through the seventh wall, I saw Logan. I jumped off of Gregory and he landed in another court yard. I was standing at the new hole in the wall until Logan spoke.

"Uh... Am I interrupting anything?" He asked.

I inspected Logan and he was patched up with bandages, but he looked satisfied with his victory grin. It's good that he was able to win and I think it was that beam he caused really did help me.

I smiled, "Nope, but thanks for destroying the machine, I was on the ropes with this guy."

Before he could say anything I jumped into the court yard and chased after Gregory. I looked at my shoulder wound and it was healed up because of the spell I used before. It was like the Wolverine regeneration, but it was nerfed and only can be used when I have magic available. I found that he was still lying there, but more lifeless than usual. I knelt down and tried to feel his pulse... Big mistake.

His fist shot up and grabbed my forearm. His eyes were only white when opened, he squeezed my arm and I heard a crack. My left arm was broken, it was the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. I could see his grin and he turned my arm to another direction.

"AH!" I screamed.

I punched him in the face with my right hand to make him let go, but it didn't phase him. The pain was still interfering with my magic, so I did the cheap move. It is a move that men can't use, but since we were in this situation, I had no choice. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them; that was when I heard an audible splat. He yelled in pain and released my broken forearm. I jumped to my feet, grabbed my hanging left forearm with my right and slowly positioned it into place. I grunted when it inched back into it's normal position, but the regeneration was taking it's sweet time to heal. I found a near by tree and snapped a branch off it's trunk. Ripped my shirt and quickly made a splint. These Boy Scout skills were a big help making the splint and with the skills my forearm didn't move, but was throbbing.

I turn my attention to Greg who was holding his destroyed pride. I was still knelt down and tried to get up to my feet, but that was when I saw the horns heading towards me. One horn stabbed through my left shin, breaking the bone in the process, and the other stabbed into my right thigh, missing the bone, but still tore into my muscles. I yelled into the sky causing it to echo throughout the castle. I got my right hand, grabbed the right horn and snapped it into three pieces. The bone disintegrated into dust and I did the same for my left. Blood was spewing out of the wounds and I was slowly losing focus on the enemy.

I saw Greg getting up, despite his crouch being broken and he was grunting. His horns were gone and blood was streaming down his thighs. I tried to move, but it was useless; my legs were disabled and I just fell onto the ground. With my ear against the ground, I could hear my heartbeat going fast and my breath was quickening.

I closed my eyes and opened them to see his hooves in front of my face. I was grabbed by the collar and lifted to be face to face.

"It's a shame... Seeing you in this state makes me wonder what I would look like if I didn't have this power. You know when I get to Ponyville, I will kill your precious someone..." My eyes widened, but he continued, "What was her name? Hm... Oh! Yes, it was Apple Honey."

Anger rose within me and I clenched my right fist. I felt something restoring my magic and it was fueling my rage to... To... Kill. All my emotions from the all the beatings my parents put me through, what my coaches put me through, the hardships, the pain, and the agony... I could feel it resonating my body!

"AHHHHHHH!!!" I yelled.

The wounds on my legs, shoulder, forearm and head healed perfectly. Once again Gregory was just staring at me with a surprised look. I punched his arm that was holding me and he let me down to my feet.

"You're dead...." I said landing on my feet.

I threw punched like a speeding bullet into his chest, "YOU WILL NEVER!" I stopped, sped around him and did the same number on his back. "HURT ANYPONY!" I punch him into the air and jumped to match his speed. "NOT MY FRIENDS, AND NOT-" Images of Apple Honey and me were flashing through my head, "APPLE HONEY!" I punched him and the third time he landed in the ground causing a gigantic crater.

I wasn't finished, not by a long shot, I was slowly falling down and I positioned my fist to hit his face. "ULTIMATE!!!" I was accelerating with amazing speeds and when I first felt the skin of Greg I continued, "SMASH!" The whole place shook when I impacted his head. It made the hallways that had the holes in them collapse with the shear vibrations.

The sudden rage disappeared and I looked at Greg. His body was there, but his head wasn't. Blood spouted into the air, covering his body in the process, but was also covering my right arm and shoulder. 'I killed someone...' I thought. I recoiled and stepped out the crater and fell on my bottom. 'Oh God... Oh God...' I thought. My mind was racing through the events that just happened moments ago and I curled up my legs in a tight sitting position.

"W-What was this sudden rage that took me over?" I asked myself.

I looked at my hands, my left was clean and my right was bloody. I was now panicking, to kill someone because he threatened me was no excuse to kill him. I put my hands over my forehead and started to cry. I never wanted to kill Gregory, but he nearly almost killed me. In my mind I was a nice, friendly type of personality, but it all changed when I have finished the job.

"What have I done?" I sobbed.

'It was the right decision...' It said.

My head shot up, "Who said that?"

'Your rage, anger, emotions and one with you.' It said.

"What?"

'I can't speak for long, but just call me Brink. I'll see you again when you're angry.' It echoed as it disappeared.

"Brink? What the living hell is going on..." I asked again.

Author's Notes:

Getting sick was the most hardest experiences I had to get through; I had a sore throat, fever, upset stomach and headaches. Writing this chapter was hardest thing to do because of it. Frank's chapter will be last and then the collaboration chapter will complete the arc.

Construction Criticism is always welcomed.