Three
Chapter 13: Charge Vs. Chaser
Previous Chapter Next ChapterAuthor's Note: Okay, this chapter was supposed to be longer, but I am sorry for this. At the moment, I am currently making extreme revisions with multiple proof-readers to send this to EQD... again. Don't worry, the plot won't change, I am just introducing characters in different manners. So, enjoy this little fight scene, and I hope when I do the revisions, you enjoy that too. For example, this is around 1400 words... when enhanced, it shall be a nice 3000.
Wait, I’ve been here before, haven’t I?
“You must have a death wish, Chaser,” Charge’s calm voice breathed upon the smaller stallion, his neck strained to glare at his past student. Silent Charge grabbed Chaser by his flyer’s jacket, pulling him into a bucking forehoof, rupturing his stomach as he twisted his hoof deeper into the artist’s skin. The struggling equine returned the coughed blood, his eyes dilated, straining at the corner to death glare his past teacher. “So, you want to play with the big boys, C-student Chaser?” the buffer stallion questioned with no response from the free loader resting on his hoof.
From the background, I rested on my cloud, cringing in pain for my teacher, his pain overbearing the limits of any normal stallion.
Dazed, my eyes flickered, playing me as its fool. In and out, the vision of a younger Chaser, mere centimetres shorter than his present height stood beside his teacher, Mr. Charge... pretty much looking the same.
The entire sky is our training field, Chaser... let’s get started, shall we?
“The entire sky is our battlefield, and there’s a lot of you to go around. Let’s get started, shall we?” Charge quoted from what I assumed to be his previous self.
“Uhm, am I going crazy, or did I see what I just think I saw?” Kill asked, sharing glances with Joy.
“No, no, you’re not insane... I saw it too,” Joy responded in simultaneous confused blinks with Kill.
Relieving Chaser from his grasp, Silent Charge enlocked both forehooves, slamming them upon his opponent’s vulnerable back sent plummeting toward Equestria’s earth.
Roaring winds beat against his sensitive ears, sending his mane in anarchy as they stung his cheeks with random flail. In slight consciousness, he focused downward to see the ever expanding ground, his mind abruptly rushing with thoughts to save himself. Dammit, I’m going too fast! At this speed, opening my wings is going to snap them! his eyes darted desperately in search for a cloud. C’mon, Luna, gimme something, gimme something-AHA! Cloud Chaser was blessed with an arbitrary cloud, a gift from the princesses as he leant his body toward the cumulinimbus’ general direction.
Embracing for impact, not a moment too soon, the cloud solidified with the pegasus’ magic touch as it absorbed the shock from the crash landing. In a daze, Chaser’s distorted vision was sent spiraling, blinded by a thin haze for a temporary cover. His ears in traumatic screech and recovering from the fall, the artist rolled to his side and regurgitated anything that could have been considered breakfast. “Ugh, nasty,” he whinnied from the aftertaste with exasperated breaths.
A dark silhouette appeared before the mist, bat wings unsheathed representing nothing more than a Tartarian’s beast.
C’mon, Chaser, get up! GET UP!-
“-IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT?!” Charge scolded, finishing the sentence of his former self through the transparent haze.
POW! The underdog appeared from the mist in full assault, hooking the larger stallion with a critical buck to his jaw. “WHAT. IS. YOUR. PROBLEM!?” Chaser furiously exclaimed with continuous pounds on each cheek.
Reaching back for one final forebuck, the physics professor advantaged the moment with a quick shield of his chiropetra wings to absorb the final blow. Unsheathed in parry, Silent Charge reemerged from his barrier with a bellow, successfully flipping his foe upside down with countered tactic.
Vulnerable. Chaser was confused of his whereabouts with his body sent spiraling mid-air. The only thing he did know was that Charge was never the kind of pony to let a moment slip. He needed to act quick, the hoof was coming, and he knew his body couldn’t endure one of those to the already damaged stomach. He did the only thing a pegasus shouldn’t do. Fly... upside down.
From the clouds above, not only was I amazed, but Chaser’s maneuver was enough to stall Charge for a long lived... one second. Their brawl escalated with onslaughts of hooves, each side attempting to outmatch the other. With his backwater flight skills, hoof to hoof, the artist’s speed counterbalanced the physics teacher’s power with every two bucks to one. Built like a freaking tank, we were all pretty damn sure Mr. Charge felt nothing.
“C’MON CHASER! KICK HIS ASS! WOOOO!” Kill cheered on from the balcony of my mane, waving white flags with printed, winged pencil cutie-marks.
“Or you know... just poking Charge with your hooves is fine... woohoo and all that jazz,” Joy bemusedly commented, boringly waving one of Chaser’s flags. “We both know he’s not doing anything to Charge, right?”
“Yeah, it’s just fun to side with the underdog,” Kill agreed, shrugging with reason. “GO, CHASER! POKE HIM TO DEATH!”
From above, the white fluff of the sky cuddled my hooves in delight. In contrast, the teachers were merely beating each other to Chaser’s death.
Hoof constricted by a wing, Charge slowly twisted his appendage, and in turn mended Chaser’s free will to obey. “Chaser, don’t you remember? Before Shadow Mark moved me to Physics, I was the Physical Education teacher, and do you remember what my favorite sport was?”
Chaser had spoken no words, traumatized in fear, his mind flooded with memories of Mr. Charge doing what he did best. “Wrestling,” he gulped, a trickle of salty fear sent rolling down his cheek. It was indeed something to fear, the only sport where you get paid enough to beat all seven artificial flavors out of every pony suicidal enough to enter his ring.
The pain. The suffering. Nothing new... nothing new except for, The Suplex. (Not to be mistaken with ‘the suplex’, it was rightfully pronounced ‘Thee Suplex’.)
Through his eyes, Chaser came back to reality, snug in Charge’s grip. “I win,” he reared his ugly head, victoriously smiling with hindlegs firmly planted on the concrete. With astonishing flexibility, Charge’s back arched to the limits of almost snapping with Chaser at the receiving end.
“ARGH!” Chaser grunted, enduring as he clenching his teeth til blood dripped, painting the concrete canvas.
“No. Way.” Kill and Joy shot from their seats in shock and awe. “I don’t believe any second of this,” both said in unison, each holding their brother’s jaw from dropping.
“NO. YOU. DON’T!” The artist struggled, continuously flapping his wings with strained hooves to counter Charge’s suplex. “Not you! You can’t beat my wingpower!” Chaser exclaimed, pushing off the floor with wrapped hooves around Charge’s neck.
The suplex was reversed.
“OH SNAP! OHHHHH! COMEBACK KING! COMEBACK KING! THE UNDERDOG!” Kill, and surprisingly Joy, oversold the moment with whirring hooves from built suspense.
Thud! Both teachers laid beside the other, gasping for breaths. “I will not be taken down by the likes of you!” Charge stressed to support his body with a hoof, retreating a meter back with a continuous hover of wings.
Chaser followed with equal distance apart, their eyes glared meeting one another with burning hate. “Time for some payback, Silent Charge,” Chaser called him out, poking to his recovered flesh wound.
I swore the last time I heard about his scar, a Behemoth gave that to him.
“You gave that to yourself, but I won’t mind giving you another,” Charge said with added smug. “Lesson one, Chaser--”
With one quick swipe of their forehooves, sparks of electricity scattered upon the floor, their hooves coated with a transparent, discharging current of electricity. Immediately, both teachers charged with their conducted hoof forward. Clashing, bolts of electricity scattered, whitening the vicinity upon impact with an explosive boom unparalleled to anything related to thunder. Tartarus froze over with rods of lightening scattering toward the celestial plains shot from the ground.
“DENRYŪ!”
Through the almost blinding light, I saw something... a vision of the past, but longer. This time, I was sure I wasn’t going insane. This time, it wasn’t bits or random pieces. It was the entire truth.