While the Iron's Hot [Private ask first] (Dated)

[Freyia]

Nov 5, Year 4

Frayia trotted along the back streets of the East Residential District, her mane and coat soaked by the slowly dying storm. She was not moving fast, she needed time to figure out what she was going to tell Kroll. Ideas raced through her head, being thrown out almost as quickly as they entered. Her armor echoed slightly in the rain with each step she took.

It was hours past curfew and with the storm there were virtually no ponies outside. Good, no one to bother her on the way back to HQ. She was glad Zweihander made it out safe. Normally, she would be thinking about what they disused, but for now, saving her career was more important, maybe after some sleep she would contemplate it more.

Turning the corners and back alleys, she did not look up much, nor was she focused on her surroundings. Her spear locked on her back pointing forward. What was she going to say? How was she going to convince the griffons?

The stress was getting to her.

In a small alley she stopped and kneeled down. A small prayer barely audible above the rain left her lips.

[Guest]

Hark was merely taking a stroll down through the Eastern Residential District, keeping out of areas where griffon concentration was high. If more than one came, she doubted she could fight them. Hood pulled over her orange and blue mane, she moved at a legato pace, glancing about and enjoying the patter of the rain against said hood, the cobblestone, and the ruined buildings. She loved the rain, for many a reason- for one, it was a tactical advantage. In any case, when she glanced into an alleyway to see a white pegasus mare in griffon garb, she froze. Was that... could it be? She flipped her hood off looking more closely at the armor... Yes, it was... Her cloak concealed a sword, which she did not yet draw. She wanted to have fun first. So, her horn lit up as she assumed a steady combat stance. At first, her spell merely began to lower temperature within the alleyway. Soon, she had formed a few spikes of ice, in which she hurled at Frey, no matter what she was doing. Hark intended to hit her unarmored parts, thus causing the magically formed ice, formed faster due to the rain providing water, strengthened by her magics, to plunge into them like daggers. However, this would only occur if and only if the impacted unarmored areas. If they impacted joints, a lesser effect due to the material used there. Straight-up armor? Who knows. Might pierce, might not. In any case, Hark had initiated the fight, and she was bloodthirsty.

[Freyia]

Something strange was taking place. She stopped her prayer and watched as her breath was visible leaving her mouth. What was this? She looked up and saw the incoming ice daggers streaking across the rain towards her. She moved as best she could to avoid them: one glanced off her chest plate, one was avoided altogether, and the third...pain.

The spike cut her left hindleg, fairly badly. It didn't pierce it however, only missing sticking her by mere centimeters. The pain made her grimace as she unlatched her spear with a wing and looked in the direction of the attack. A lone unicorn, horn glowing, stood at the end of the alley. Alright, if this unicorn was so vial as to attack an adversary when she was not ready, then she shall have her fight.

She grabbed the spear with one foreleg and locked it into her armor. Normally, she was not one to charge unless in war, but after that honorless display...she would punish the unicorn. With a flap of her wings she took off at her, flying mere inches off the ground, tip pointed at her opponent.

The unicorn was obviously an elementalist. From the war, those casters could wipe entire units in seconds. She made sure to be ready for anything. In her time in the war, she saw it all. There was little that would surprise her in her charge.

[Guest]

Grins. With the pegasus mare working to arm her spear, Hark managed to pop off two more ice shots. A third was fired, but at a severe risk. As Hark popped out of her stance and dropped her spell-focus, she dodged to the right just as Frey neared her. Well... let's just say spears -hurt-. Hark barely avoided a more severe strike. Instead, the spear grazed against her left side, causing some of her flesh to be removed. The wound wasn't deep, but it still bled. This was primarily on her shoulder due to the angle of the jump because quadrupedal. Nonetheless, as she landed, she assumed a combat stance, unsheathing the concealed sword from before and brandishing it, holding it above herself in a field of levitation. This was relatively easy to maintain and stable spell, as it was simple. Her horn flared again. This time, taking advantage of the rain-slicked pegasus's, well, rain-slickedness. Hark began to channel yet another freezing spell, this time focused on the wet parts of the other mare, trying to freeze them. The ambient temperature was already lower, so this would be easier to do than usual. Her sword was ready to block, counter, and parry the spear if in melee.

[Freyia]

Freyia avoided two of the shards that weren't aimed well and hit the third out of the air with her left hoof. The force made her nerves ring in pain, but she ignored it. This unicorn would pay for her rudeness. The strike sliced by the mare. This unicorn was fast; good, don't want the fight ending too soon. She turned to face the unicorn as she landed.

Getting ready to charge again, she felt something; oh gods...

Elementalists were opportunistic, some of the best at using their surroundings and situations to gain the advantage; and right now...well she was freezing the water one her. The white pegasus began bucking like mad, moving every inch of her body furiously, her wings flapping up the pools of water on the ground. The goal was that as the ice formed, if would break into small pieces allowing the pegasus to continue moving...and fighting. The flailing was not random, she always kept her focus on the unicorn.

She unlocked her spear and began spinning it around her forelegs. She continued to flap her wings, pulling her up onto her hind legs. With the momentum of the spear, she turned away. Then, in an instant, she loosed it at her opponent. They were no more than 20 feet apart, and the spear flew with deadly accuracy and speed. It was aiming for her center of mass.

Without missing any beat, she to lunged at her attacker. Her forelegs ready to parry and attacks as she aimed to break the casters concentration if the spear were to miss.

[Double Edge]

Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate. Double continued to recite the quote time and time again as he made his way through the streets and alleys of the Residential District. The hard rain that had occurred throughout the entire day was finally beginning to slow up. Thank the Sisters. As well hidden Undercity was, sometimes having it underneath the city could be seen as...well not the best idea.

That however wasn't what was truly on the ponies mind, no what paraded though his mind was earlier that day. They had been successful in saving Ark's parents as well as two other ponies that were sentenced for death, the doctor Mercy, as well as another pony. This once he didn't know...he didn't like not know things. Despite this, they had achieved a victory, now all they needed to do was continue, press the advantage. Gain more ground against this menace.

Making his way through yet another alley, the unicorn looked back to the blue pegasus accompanying him, Dawn Star. She had been the only pony to agree to coming to the surface again, find something they could use against the griffons. Coming to the edge of yet another alleyway, the charcoal rebel came to a stop, his ears perking up. He could've sworn he had heard something. Raising a hoof to stop Dawn, the unicorn turned to his companion, his voice just above a whisper. "Dawn did you hear that? It...sounded like clanging metal." Raising his ears up again, the unicorn tried to figure out where the sound was coming from.

[Guest]

Hark was able to retain little focus on the spellcasting. As she dropped her focus, the spear flew at her. She was unable to avoid it, as those extra seconds of concentration on the pegasus mare cost her dearly. What movement she did have set the spear slightly off course, though it still hit her hard. Now, the spear jutted out of her left shoulder area, nearly piercing through into her chest cavity. Hark had dodged to the right, only barely. The attack had thrown her focus off, essentially staggering her. Finding it a bad idea to fight with a spear jutting out of her, Hark did what anypony in her situation would do: rip it out via telekinesis. Her pain-infused panting quickly turned into a full on, pain-laced howl full of fury. Still, she tried to retain her focus. The pegasus mare charged toward her, probably to engage in melee assault. Good. Hark took advantage of the rain-slicked spear, freezing it in ice whilst still holding it in her telekinesis. Through her pain driven fury, logic still existed as she hurled the spear encased in magically-enhanced ice toward the charging pegasus mare. Were she to dodge, Hark would offer a wide strike toward the pegasus's forelegs. Hark's quick pull and freezing of the spear just showed how adept at magic she was. Perhaps she could win this fight after all. Blood began to run down her left foreleg, staining a puddle below her with blood.

[Freyia]

Freyia saw her pull the spear out, flash freeze it, and hurl it back at her. The only thing she could do: She flapped to slow herself, causing her to go vertical, she used that momentum to flip herself. The spear was coming too fast, or she was moving to fast. In either case, she brought both forelegs around and up, hitting the spear above her as she fell to her back. The spear launched straight into the air, then back down. A quick roll and the whole thing shattered to large pieces.

Her weapon, her precious weapon. Given to her by the NCO who cared about her; the first friend and leader she ever had, now lay in icy chunks on the hard pavement. Getting up quickly, she turned to the unicorn, a new kind of furry in her eyes. This unicorn would not leave this place alive.

She moved to close in, kicking a chunk about 2 and a half feet long at the unicorns sword, hoping to close the gap and begin hoof fighting.

[Dawn Star]

Dawn was following along until she was halted by double who claimed he heard a strange out of the ordernary sound the sounded like clanging metal to make sure dawn raised her ears to see if she could hear this unfamiliar sound that the black unicorn descibed and thought he heared.She heard many sounds in this particular area the rain droplets hiting the ground was one them as was the thunder in the distance but she couldn't hear any sound of clanging metal. "Are you sure?" she asked "I can't hear metal clangi.." then she picked up a faded sound "Wait..I think I can hear..it..yeah it is clangling metal" she confirmed "It actualy sound like sword hiting each other ...like a ...battle"

[Guest]

Hark still retained focus, even through the pain. Her sword was not so lucky, however. As it was an afterthought in her current mind, it was simply cast aside due to the remains of the spear hitting it. Her focus was now on Frey. Her horn flared, and some excess energies came off of the thing as sparks. However, her channeling was in vain. She could not complete the entire spell before Freyia neared. Instead she settled: fire a different spell with the collected energies. So, she did. A pair of ice spikes flew toward Frey as Hark stepped back, grasping her sword in her telekinesis once again. It would cost her a few seconds, but she'd still be able to get it regardless of focus- telekinesis was easy like that.

[Double Edge]

Double nodded, she had heard what he had, no doubt about it. "Come on lets get going. If its a fight this late, I highly doubt its two guards having a dispute about a meal, and hell, if it is? Well that will be two less griffons to worry about afterwards." Bursting into a gallop, the unicorn followed the noise, while still remembering to sticking to the shadows. It was way past the broadcasted, 'curfew,' any griffon seeing them would no doubt come to question as to why two ponies were currently outside. that was attention he didn't want.

His ears changing direction with each new clash, the rebel led the way. It didn't take long for the pair to find the right direction. The noises beginning to grow louder and louder with each hoofstep. Eventually Double Edge came to a stop in at the entrance of yet another alleyway, this one however, was much colder than the rest of the surrounding world. It felt as if it was maybe twenty degrees colder than before.

Peering inside, the unicorn cocked an eyebrow, as he saw a pony, unicorn, by the fact that she had a sword levitating near it, was in the midst of fighting an armored pegasus. The pegasus, however, the blackened unicorn recognized. She was the pegasus from before. Armored and everything. except...this time she had no spear. Well, maybe he could finally get some answers to the questions she had raised before.

Looking back to Dawn, Double Edge focused on his concealed shortswords, pulling them out of their sheaths with a levitation spell. "Dawn, its our pegasus friend from before, take to the skies, I don't want her flying away from here. I'll help our hooded friend from below. Please if you can don't kill her. I have some questions."

Stepping out into the chilled alleyway, the rebel addressed the fighting pair. "well, if it isn't my feathered adversary from before. How is your shoulder holding out?" Some may have seen this as stupid, but his father had always taught him, attacking an unaware foe, was a shameful act, one not fit for a swordspony.

[Dawn Star]

Dawn was confused at how double sees that this pegasus.. one of her own kind was an enemey.She observed the white pegasus she they were almost identical this made her wonder why double wanted to fight this pegasus in the first place..but then she looked harder and noticed that the armor was new and defently not rebellion or equestrian varinets in addition she also noticed the griffons silver emblem that gave her away ..that told dawn she was no friend of her.Dawn sighed did what she was ordered to do taking to the skys then landing on a building and hid on the roof top loading her cross bow preparing to attack while double taunts the traitor.

[Freyia]

Freyia dodged one of the spikes and let the other hit her in the chest, her armor denting in. She raised a hoof to block the sword's slash with her armored boots as she closed the gap, aiming the other hoof for an uppercut to the jaw. This was not the best of attacks, put keeping them in close quarters combat was her main priority.

Freyia and the Unicorn fought in close quarters. The occasional ice shard launched, denting Freyia's armor and cutting her flesh. The sword she did her best to block with her boots, but the occasional cut would send pain throughout her body. She did not care. She ignored the pain. This unicorn would be punished for her shamefulness.

Freyia would occasionally get close enough to get a hit or two off on the unicorn. Her armored hooves made these blows devastating. Eventually the two backed off, both panting heavily, both bleeding, bruised, and broken.

Freyia stood on three hooves, her left foreleg being lifted off the ground slightly, obviously in a lot of pain. She was about ready to charge back in, when she heard a familiar voice.

Oh gods...why do you hate me so...

"well, if it isn't my feathered adversary from before. How is your shoulder holding out?"

He had got a lucky shot on her shoulder from their previous fight. Right now she didn't even feel that pain, compared to how she felt now. She looked over to him, fire in her eyes. If he wanted a piece of her, so be it, she would make both of them pay...she would make them all pay.

Without warning she kicked up another shard from her spear, this on about 1 and a half feet long, and aimed it for the unicorns head. She hopped that with the new comers talking, she would be distracted, and this would hit right at the base of her horn, almost between the eyes. She followed it up with another charge, hoping to end the fight with her before starting another with him.

[Guest]

What would have been a battle cry escaped Hark's muzzle as the death rattle of a wounded animal. Her clavicle was probably broken, some other bones probably cracked, and her nose was definitely broken. Some of the armored pegasus's strikes had caused some bleeding elsewhere as well, due to the ridges of the armor passing against her flesh. Pain and blood made Hark unfocused for the time, but she promptly noticed the other unicorn. What....

Promptly, her attention shifted toward the now distracted pegasus. A window of attack. But then... Oh damn! A shard of the pegasus's spear flew toward her head, impacting just below her horn, almost right between her eyes. It didn't pierce far, though it did crack her skull a little and, as a double effect, nudged against her horn a little bit. Then, a loud, pain-infused scream echoed throughout the alley.

Hark actually managed to get the shard out with her hooves, without too much damage. However, now her face was bleeding profusely. She began to feel a little light-headed, and she noticed how rapid her breathing was. She then realized that this fight needed to be over fast, or else she would probably die.

At this point, Hark would need about fifteen seconds to recover ability, thirty to be at half capacity, and a minute to be at full casting capacity. Now, she stood at a combat stance, waiting for the pegasus to attack again... which she did. Hark was unprepared for the charge, and thus most attacks landed as a result would hit their marks.

[Freyia]

Freyia heard the cry as she rushed in...and stopped. Her hoof feinted right in front of Harks face, mere inches away. The attack had been pulled. Freyia kept it there for a few moments then lowered it. Her wings stopped flapping as she landed in on the wet street. She looked into Hark, her eyes filled with furry, but she did not attack. Something about that cry, about this fight, just wast'n right.

This was not beautiful, this was not what the white pegasus craved in battle. No, she was too emotional, too angry to continue. She let out a sigh and turned away from the Unicorn to face the other, her rival from the execution. She remained wary of what the unicorn was doing, in case another shameful attack were to leave her.

As the rain continued to fall on them, if mixed with the blood pouring from her numerous cuts. Almost every inch of her was bleeding at least a little. She took a few steps towards the black unicorn and made her stance, her left hoof trying vainly to hold any amount of weight. Her eyes closed and her breathing settled.

This was it, the end had finally come. Soon there would be no more pain.

[Double Edge]

Narrowing his stare, Double Edge watched as the armored pegasus prepared a stance, as he charged forward, both his swords drawn and ready, however the closer he drew toward his target, the more damage he could see all across her body. Who ever the other unicorn was she had certain beat on the strangely allied equine.

Now within just a few feet away from Frey, Double Edge slowed to a trot. She had no weapon, not only that she was outnumbered. Now attacking such a heavily damaged foe? This wasn't right. No matter how much he wanted to attack the pegasus for allying herself with the griffons. Seeing her here now, just standing in a pool of her own blood. He couldn't attack...at least not lethally.

Flipping his blades over, so they were only the flat and sides, Double Edge stopped right next to Frey, both raised just in case, but right now he hoped he wouldn't need them. "....you need help. Hang on, I have something." His horn flaring a bit brighter as he pulled a small roll of bandages from his saddlebags. "Attacking you right now? It wouldn't be right. Not in your condition. Stand still, I'll patch you up in a jiffy."

[Guest]

She merely observed her work as the pegasus turned to fight the newcomer. She would die, and that put a smile on Hark's face; however, as the newcomer drew close and closer, he slowed down, switching his weapons to nonlethal mode. Hark was caught dumbfounded- how could a pony do such a thing?

Hark knew she had to finish off the pegasus before the newcomer could help Frey. However, as Hark began to channel a spell, she began to feel weak. Extremely weak, even. As she struggled to remain standing, she retained single, vengeful focus on the pegasus. When her three ice shards were complete in forming, she hurled them at the unsuspecting pegasus, following up with a second attempt to freeze all of the water on her body, and therefore, her as well.

When Hark had finished the casting, she panted, looking upon her work. She felt weak- sooner or later, she'd be unconscious. Not now, however. She remained standing, ready to retaliate one last time if need be.

[Freyia]

Freyia prepared her counter attack, but found it useless. Her rival stopped and pulled out bandages.

...what?

This was not something she was used to seeing, not since the beginning of the war. Ponies were rather honorable in fights, not all but most. She let out a sigh of relief, maybe things would be okay. And then she felt it; the air cool around her. She grimaced as the furry returned in her eyes.

This unicorn is done...

She glanced and saw the shards. Hoping in the air just a bit, she moved her body into the shards. As the ice formed on her, the shards impacted them, breaking the ice on half her body. She landed, her left side frozen in a sheet of ice, but her right side free. As the ice moved to her head she lept at the unicorn, being only feet from her. She used her powerful hind leg to launch herself at her, her head down and aimed at the unicorn's. if they were to connect, the ice forming around her would surely shatter against the unicorn's already damaged skull. This attack was swift and powerful...

...and her last chance.

[Guest]

It was too late for Hark to move anymore. Her speed was sapped from blood loss, and her reflexes were as well. As the pegasus launched herself at Hark, she assumed a stance in which little force would be placed against her neck and injured area of her skull. As the pegasus impacted Hark, an audible crack sounded.

Oh damn...

Excruciating pain shot through Hark's horn- the impact of the pegasus's thick skull had sent a crack through the unicorn's vital organ. Once again, the death rattle of a wounded animal sounded from Hark's mouth. The pain was just too much. Unable to fight, unable to cast, Hark slumped to the ground, defeated. Blood began to run down her face from three wounds, now. She rose her head to look at the pegasus, despite the throbbing pain in her head.

All she did was stare, pleadingly, into the pegasus's eyes. No longer did the rage of before exist- Hark knew she was going to die. All she asked was for it to be swift.

[Freyia]

The ice broke around her head and neck from the impact. Landing on the pavement, only half her body was movable, leaving her open to any attacks from her rival. She glared at him, the type of glare that says if you do anything, you will suffer greatly.

Leaning down to the unicorn, the furry left her eyes as she closed them. From her lips a soft poem was heard

"Sleep young one, just close your eyes
Rest your head, you soon will fly
Through pastures green and suns warm rays
Let peace and joy now fill your days.

Strength in mind, body, and spirit young warrior
Honor and Valhalla awaits you."

With a soft kiss on the unicorns head she lifted her right hoof into the air. This was the part she always hated. A look of sadness now washed on her face, "Why did you have to continue?" she whispered. It was obvious, using her powerful muscles and armor, that she was about to crush the unicorns head.

[Double Edge]

Watching the scene unfold around him, Double grimaced as he watched the two continue to go at it. Both looked like they were at each others limits. "for the love of...THAT IS ENOUGH!" his horn alight, the charcoal unicorn focused on the armor around the pegasus. Pulling at it as much as he could, giving as much strength he could pour into the spell. Hoping that it would drag her, giving some distance between the two of them.

He hated how the unicorn would even dare throw a lethal attack at an opponent who's attention was elsewhere, but at the same time he could simply stand there and let somepony fall to what was technically a griffon combatant. Damn it!...he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Giving them space and holding the two apart was basically the best he could do at the moment.

[Guest]

She was lying there, still looking up toward the pegasus. Her muzzle moved, but Hark could hardly hear what she was saying. From the way her mouth moved, it seemed like a poem, perhaps a prayer. Hark however simply hung her head in defeat upon the kiss from the pegasus, as she raised her hoof. She heard her whisper. She replied.

"... because you killed my men. I wanted to return the favor..."

Hark then lifted her head slowly, looking into the sad eyes of the pegasus. "You don't have to tally one more," she said, returning with her own sad eyes. Blood loss and physical fatigue were beginning to take hold of Hark. She was now struggling to stay conscious, to make one last ditch attempt at survival, even as the charcoal unicorn tried to keep the pegasus away.

[Double Edge]

the aura around his horn brightening, Double Edge pulled the pegasus closer to him, with his levitation spell. The further apart these two were the better off both of them would be. Neither looked like they had any stamina to continue their fight for very much longer. The unicorn more so than the armored pegasus, but either way, if she was victories in killing the unicorn, Edge still had questions and right now he wasn't above incapacitating this mare to get them.

Laying the pegasus down on the still frozen half of her body. Double Edge looked up making sure Dawn was still there, before focusing once more floating the bandages and blades along side him, as he drew closer. "Alright, you won already, now will you please let me patch both of you up? You're both lost a lot of blood, and right now I'd like to see you both survive this little...ordeal."

[Dawn Star]

Dawn had her cross-bow and bolt aimed straight at frey's forehead through the scope she watched the griffon allied pegasus twitch in her own pool of blood watching her lay there boke dawn's warrior spirit which braught tears to her eyes but she could't lower her weapon.Dawn stoud there with her cross -bow pointed at the target with one hoof gently on the trigger try to pull it back she started to think like if their were to sides of her debating on how to end this "Shes the enemy it must be done" her warrior soilder side said "No no no she's a pony not a griffon ..shes one of us" her peacefull commonsence side replyed "NO She's Not She's Somthing Worse ..A follower To Those Ungreatfull Bird Brains" the warrior side snaped "indeed but she was forced to ...to survive ..to save her own life" the peacefull side replyed "One shot One Kill" the warrior side reminded "honor and kindness" the peacefull interupted this continued in dawns mind until she shook her head rapidly as if to get the voices out and starred at the pregasus through the scope.Dawns hoof began to shake she felt sweat driping down her neck ..or it mite of been rain she could tell the difference between the two but she shook with fear not know what to do until finaly she lowered her weapon.She began to cry but from the cornner of her eye she saw double looking at her from the ground dawn then put her bow back in the holdster and desended down when her hooves touched the cold ground she went over double crying "Im so sorry I couldn't do it ..I know she's on their side but ...I..just couldn't ..end another ponys ..life like that...forgive me"

[Freyia]

Freyia did her best to resist the magic, but only having half of her movable made the effort futile. She glared at him, furry building back in her eyes as she was dragged away from the fallen warrior, unable to aid her in her crossover. Landing with a thud on the ground, she knew she had to break the ice soon.

What that unicorn had said made the white pegasus sad. Apparently she had a bone to pick, a bone from the war. This means Freyia did not do a good enough job in assisting the warriors in their crossover; this one wanted to join her friends. She shook these thoughts out of her head, "C'mon, need to get up." the words not audible above the storm.

She flailed a a little as she tried to get up. Her left side being frozen made it almost impossible. With a few well placed strikes on her joints she flexed her left limbs with all her strength. The ice quickly broke into small pieces, allowing her to move; a trick she learned in the Mikill Borkr.

She stood up, and with a swift hit, broke the ice on her torso. The chunks now sit on her, almost stopping the bleeding. She planted her hooves and turned towards the unicorn, "She must move on, and you must pay for interfering." She did not move after that.

[Guest]

Weariness expressed throughout her body, Hark simply watched as the white pegasus stood. Now fearing for her life, Hark tried to stand. Bad idea. Immediately, she fell to the ground with a soft thud, too weak from blood loss to go on. Now, she listened to the pegasus's words. Hark began to speak in reply, weakness, sorrow, and dread laced in her tone.

"What? No. I don't want to move on. You don't have to kill another pony."

With those words, Hark lowered her head onto her forelegs, as she silently looked upon the pegasus, to see her reaction. However, she would hardly see that reaction, if any, because a few seconds later, Hark closed her eyes, going unconscious from many a thing, in a pool of her own blood.

[Double Edge]

Double watched as Dawn Star descended next to him, lay a hoof on the pegasus's shoulder, "Its alright, there's no need to apologize." Looking back to the scene inside the alleyway, the charcoal unicorn watched as the pegasus freed herself from the ice that encased her left side. Some of it stained red. The unicorn behind her mumbled something before falling limb, more than likely unconscious. While the armored pegasus now stared intently at him for what she called....interfering.

Turning his attention back to his winged rival, Double took a step forward, "Honestly I could say that there is a little bit of a difference between interfering in a respectable fight, and that of stoping a straight up execution." With a small direction of his magic, his two blades flew to his side once more, "Don't get me wrong, I don't fully agree with her means of attacking an opponent when their back is turned. But I also don't agree with execution someone who is defenseless."

Glancing at the blue pegasus by his side, Double Edge quickly levitated the bandages over to her, "Dawn, I need a favor to ask from you, that unicorn on the other side of the alley, she looks like she's out, could you take her somewhere safer? I'd rather not see her die here. If her condition worsens, you know where to go. But if she doesn't watch the air to make sure this pegasus doesn't escape."

Double Edge, let out a sigh, "I don't want to fight an already injured opponent, and my offer of helping you still stands. But if you so choose to fight? Well then I offer you the first move." Giving a quick respectful salute to his opponent, before raising his two swords ready to receive. "Oh, I forgot, I never introduced myself, the names Double Edge, my fine feathered foe."

[Dawn Star]

Dawn stared at the bandages being held in the air by the unicorn's magic and looked over to the blood covered unicorn on the ground she realised that she was no medic or a doctor..she never trained to be in the medical feild weather if it was saving lives or trying to save lives but she forgot these thoughts quickly.Dawn turned her attention back to double gave a confident node and grabing the bandages with her mouth and rushed to the injured unicorn.

When dawn got to where the mare laid she was shocked a closer veiw showed different injuryes,fractures and blood ..lost of blood she also notice that the unicorn was still loosing blood at least the pony still alive dawn quickly raped where the blood was leaking but she knew she need to get this mare to saftey this was not the place to be.

[Freyia]

Freyia looked at the other pegasus follow the orders from her rival. This unicorn was obviously a leader of some kind, maybe from the war. She stayed motionless otherwise, aside from the slight body trembling from her wounds. She ignored the pain; worse had been done to her before. This unicorn, this rival, and now this pegasus, she must have really done something to piss the gods off this time.

First move? She could hardly stay still. In any case, she lowered herself slightly to get better footing. She would not attack first, nor would she respond to his words for now. Closing her eyes, she cleared her mind of herself; The rain falling lightly to the ground, the softening wind blowing across her soaked coat and mane, the presence of the three ponies before her.

When he attacked, she would be ready.

[Guest]

As the pegasus mare began to wrap Hark's wounds, Hark somehow managed to become somewhat conscious again. Her eyes half-opened, muddled thoughts dancing through her mind. Pain, cold, wet. Despair, regret, guilt. These were the only things that made it through her only half-conscious brain. Her half-opened eyes looked only toward the sky, the dark and gloomy sky in which rain came from. It was beautiful.

Hark's shoulder wound was already bleeding through the bandages. It seems that the wound was more severe than the rest, considering how fast it had made the bandage useless.

Hark's eyes now moved toward the pegasus wrapping her wounds. She studied her for a few moments, regret and guilt now growing in her mind. The blue coat of the mare reminded her of one of the soldiers once under her command. He had died at the talon of a griffon, as Hark was indisposed and unable to assist. As a frown formed on Hark's face, her eyes closed once again. It seemed that she was drifting between states of unconsciousness and half-consciousness.

[Double Edge]

Double Edge watched as the pegasus got into a more defensive position, well that technically could be considered a move. Bursting into a charge the charcoal unicorn moved toward the armored pegasus, a slight ting of annoyance that he had yet to learn who his adversary was. It was common curtesy after all to introduce ones self. "I seem to have noticed you've yet to give me your name my adversary. Should I simply just call you pegasus? Or make up one, cause both don't seem very gentlecoltly in my opinion."

Closing the gap between them, Edge slowed down, as he sent this shortswords before him, spiraling, coming to a stop on the edgeless sides, as they descended on the pegasus, as slight whistle emanating as they cut through the air. His aim was for her knee caps, one of the only exposed areas on her body that he could hit and were already damaged. If he could simply, break her stance, incapacitate her mobility, maybe then he could finally figure out who this pony was, and what reason she was working for the griffons.

[Freyia]

She opened her eyes as she felt his approach, a slight scoul crossing her face at the sight of a non lethal attack. She would make him realize that if he was to win, he would need to kill her. She flapped her wings, pulling her front body up. Using the armored part of her legs she deflected both weapons. Continueing with the momentum and using the force of another powerful flap, she flipped. She moved forward at this time, attempting to have her Hined legs come up and uppercut the unicorn in the jaw. This momentum would continue through and she would land in the same stance, ready for more.

The only thought tht crossed her mind; wow this unicorn talks a lot

[Double Edge]

The hind hoof of the pegasus connected with Double's jaw. Making him grimace in pain. It wasn't a bone shattering hit, but still it did certainly hurt, he could taste something else in his mouth, he could only guess it was blood. Skidding to a stop, Edge, looked back to his rival, rubbing his now aching jaw, spitting out any build up of blood and saliva. She once more in her defensive stance. Pegasi...them and their wings. He'd have to make sure that didn't happen. "Still no answer, not even a name? Not even a mutter? You know it isn't all that fun much having a one sided conversation....fine then."

Stopping with the playful banter, Double Edge's attitude changed, as he glared at the armored pegasus. Seemed more and more he would have to use more lethal tactics if he wanted to find some answers. Thinking of the unicorn she had wounded...this was fine with him.

Bringing his blades back to his side, the charcoal unicorn took a deep breath, calming his mind as he reached into the threshold of power stored within him. Grasping it, he felt a pressure in his head, such a feeling, common to any use of spell more complicated to that of levitation.

Opening his eyes once more, the rebel burst into a gallop toward his foe, once again as his blades led the charge. Staring intently at his foe, picking out the vital exposed areas on the ponies body.

Coming to a stop in front of the white pegasus. The aura around his horn flared as his body and blades gave a quick flicker, forming a mirror duplicate, blades and all, where he had just stood. While it may have been an illusion, both pony and blades, the unicorn grinned inwardly at his custom spell. It more than likely wouldn't fool this pegasus forever, his fake blades would flicker as they passed through her, so would any attack she threw at his mirror self, this was fine. Hopefully it would give him the moment he needed to gain the advantage.

Taking the lead once more, the rebel, swung at his foe, in a dancing array of slashes and stabs. Each one targeting another exposed portion of wing, body or head. His mirror self replicating each attack in perfect unison. The four blades, shifting and hopping between one another, mixing the two pair amongst themselves, in a dizzying fashion, as he swung, or stabbed at their targets, hoping to connect and change this fight in their master's favor.

[Freyia]

Freyia watched the spell, only having a second to decide which on to deflect. Looking at their hooves, only one displaced the pools of water from the storm; that was it. She moved to the side of the real one, as if avoiding the illusion; this was a ploy to make him think he had her, as well as get her completely in front of him. With swift moves, she deflected or avoided the attacks as they came, not giving an inch, no matter how close he came. A few of the attacks grazed her already scratched body, more blood joining the rest.

Normally, a pony, or any creature for that matter, would be losing performance the more they were struck; not this pegasus. As a child she would injure herself to the point of passing out, all to build her endurance, just like those griffons in the tribe she spied on. She wanted to become like the legends of the berserkers, fearless warriors who knew no pain, and did not stop till they dropped dead.

At last a normal fight, one she was very accustomed to; weapon fighting. Dueling an elementalist, or any spell caster is chanlenging, since it is not something she is used to. But a good old fashioned brawl, and she is right at home. Each strike from the unicorn brought more of a smile to her. Each hit on her skin made her feel less pain. This was beauty, this is what she lived for, and what she would hopefully die for.

After not giving up any ground to the charging unicorn, and deflecting or avoiding the initial attacks, she lept forward, Her head down in another headbutt, aimed at the base of the horn. She did not expect this to hit, but to at least get the unicorn to back off.

[Double Edge]

Seeing the pony's attack, Edge grinned, as his spell went off once more, dispelling the first, and replacing himself with another, he, now standing where it had once been. She had been aiming for his horn. Smart...but expected. The pressure in his head building with yet another cast. He had maybe one...two more times to use this safely. He was going to hurt in the morning, but for now he had to focus.

In his new location, and within a hoofs reach from her, the rebel throw himself at the distracted opponent, both blades following, his left arm and hoof, reaching for neck, the other, aiming to hold her wing to her side. Hoping to hold the pegasus in place.

He may not have been as good a spell caster as sister or mother, but when it came to fighting hoof to hoof, he found himself near to, if not on par, with an earth pony....Thank you dad.

[Freyia]

Casters, they were always a nuisance during the war.

Her head hit air as the unicorn came at her with his attack, a grapple. Well, lets see if this magic user was strong. With a kick, she bucked her hind body, hitting his right leg with it. With this force she pulled her front legs in and off the ground, allowing her front body to come within inches of the ground. With a thrust of her front legs she launched herself into the air, her wings flapping lightly in the soft rain.

While doing this, one of his weapons struck her neck, blood slowly dripping around and down. If he were to use magic and weapons against an unarmed pegasus, then she would fly.

Looking around, she tried to find anything of use as a weapon. The major storm from earlier washed away anything that would suffice...everything except that. A small pipe stuck out of some ruble, maybe 3" in diameter. At this point anything would be better.

She began to fly over to it, glaring at the unicorn as she did so.

[Double Edge]

The pegasus, smashed into his right leg, knocking the rebel off balance. Covering his face, the unicorn tuck and rolled, sending him back up to his hooves, but up against the alleyway wall. Looking back to his opponent, he saw her take flight, moving down the alleyway.

Refusing to let off the pressure, the charcoal unicorn burst into a gallop, giving chase. Swearing slightly as the armored pegasus floated just outside his range, the rebel looked for anything, his mind racing for ideas. Eyeing the sides of the alleyway, Double Edge grinned inwardly as he got an idea.

His horn glowing slightly brighter, the pressure in his head decreasing, the unicorn dispelled his illusion self, before wrapping his field of magic around clumps of rubble, hurling, rock, wood, and metal, at the pegasus, again and again, occasionally aiming for the joints in here wing. Sure she may have been armored, but armor could be dented, broken, its integrity weakened.

Double continued to feel the strain he was causing himself, with each cast, he needed to end this, or at least gain a true advantage in this fight.

Drawing his blades to his sides, Edge, hurled another clump of improvised projectiles, as he picked out parts of the pegasus's body, armored and more vital exposed areas. His aura tightening on his blades, the pony glared at his flying opponent. When she entered his field of attack once more, he'd launch his next flurry, and hopefully put an end to this fight.

[Freyia]

Freyia felt small objects hit her, their sting going through her body. She kept flying while she turned to face him, trying to dodge the larger objects and deflect the ones she could. Her wings were severely damaged from before, so trying to speed up or dodge was painful in and of itself. Large objects would strike her legs or head, or dent her armor; each one sending more pain that dissipated in her anger.

She reached the pipe and landed, barely avoiding a large brick hitting her head. She kicked at it to loosen it, then grabbed it in her mouth. This was highly unconventional for her, but she wouldn't be able to stand without her forelegs. She assumed her stance again, giving a death glare at the unicorn; the glare that a wounded animal makes when it is cornered. If she was to die, she make ensure he would follow.

[Double Edge]

Double stared intently at his opponent. With some work, she had pulled out a metal pipe to defender herself with. Gripping it in here teeth. The unicorn couldn't deny he didn't fully enjoy the fact that he had been attacking an unarmed foe, now armed, the unicorn slowed himself down to a casual stride stopping a few feet away from the pegasus

In her eyes he could see a burning determination, determination through desperation. A dangerous state. Her body was beaten, battered, and bleeding. Her armor dented, and her white coat had streaks of light red, almost pink as blood trickled out of wounds before being immediately washed away from the rain.

Raising one of his blades, and entering a more defensive stance, there other blade ready for to counter should she attack, Double Edge tried once again to try and talk down the pegasus. "Please, we can end this now, without anymore violence. Honestly I'd rather not kill you, and between you and me, I'd like to remain among the living a bit longer, at least till I see my dream come true."

Double stayed in a stiff position, watching for any sign of attack from the pegasus. Even if he was offering to help her, he wasn't an idiot. She was still an opponent till an agreement was made, and even then it would more than likely just be a small truce. "I brought bandages, enough for two. I swear on my life, and the honor of my family, I won't attack you if you agree to just let me help you."

He wasn't expecting this loyalist to agree with him, he honestly didn't expect her to say anything. He wouldn't fell right however to kill another pony. Even if she was allied with the griffons. He had to at least try, one more time.

[Dawn Star]

Dawn knew that time was running out for the unicorn and that if she didn't get hark any medical attention in time..she would ...the soaked pegasus did not want to complete that thought but the reality was that the badages were working but with the sort supply and the age that was given to her the blood was also bleeding through noticing the blood driping badages told her it was time to go.Using her wings as a support dawn moved under the unicorn by carefully raising her up.As soon as she positioned right under the surverly injured unicorn she gentely lowered the mare down on her back onto her back being mindfull of her injurys and then standing back on her on her own four hooves again then began in a full gallope to find help.

Galloping through the alleyway at top speed with her hooves hitting the fresh puddles with little splashing sounds as she ran until finaly she came to a problem the escaping part was done now to figure out a way to go.She knew that hark needed medical assistance and every second wasted brings the unicorn closer and closer to the end then she remembered the undercity has to have a doctor or medic over there but with hark on her back flight is imposible then the idea hit her all the storm drains lead to the undercity and there way one close by.Dawn started heading west torwards the location that she could remember looking back at the injuryed unicorn and making sure she was still alive and if they were being followed.

[Kroll]

Kroll was about to step out of an alleyway when he was nearly clipped by a blue pegasus that went galloping past him. He blinked as his brain registered what he just saw: an armored pegasus carrying a injured unicorn. While that alone was a curious sight, what made Kroll even more interested was that the pegasus had a pack of crossbow bolds slung over one of her legs.

As wild and far-fetched as it may seemed to Kroll, it was entirely possible that the two ponies that were in the process of escaping were in fact the two reponsible for the recent death of two of his squadmates, who had been killed with bolts enhanced with magic during the pursuit of a target through this very district.

Though their deaths were not in vain, Kroll figured that avenging his fallen squadmates would be suitable recompense all the same. With that, he took to the rooftops, stalking his new prey.

[Freyia]

She did not move, not a muscle. If it wasn't for her breathing, one might mistake her for a statue. This was it, her time had finally come. She would take it gladly, as she always imagined. And this unicorn, she would ensure to send him to the Beyond too. Her body brushed and bleeding, her mind suppressed it. After these few moments of mental preparation, she lowered her head, a last charge incoming.

Right before she loosed herself, a thought, a small thought. It was of the mare that had chosen her; her own Valkyrie. The thought of her alone again, without another in this messed up city, changed her entire being. No, she would not die, she would not let this unicorn take her away from the one pony in this horrible place that made her life worth it.

She lifted her head, a new look in her eyes; the determination to stay alive. She resumed her defensive stance, still only able to stand on three legs, and her hind leg shook to try and keep her up. Her body looked like she was in unbelievable pain. her face looked like nothing was wrong.

With a small prayer, whispered onto the softening rainfall, a smile crept onto her face.

[Dawn Star]

As she countiued to gallop through the alleyway dawn felt a funny feeling come over her right after nearly plowing over that griffion earlyer.At first dawn thought she was tired that her body and mind were giving up on her but it wasn't that..it was a different feeling ...like she was being watched and followed from above on the roof tops but this did not her mission to get to the undercity she continued on quickly but alerted.

[Kroll]

Kroll stopped following the navy-colored pegasus upon reaching a nice, flat roof. He got down on his stomach, setting up his crossbow, a bizarre Frankenstien creation made of various parts and pieces with an over-and-under configuration that could allow the user to fire two bolts in rapid succession, or in unison, if the operator desired.

Attaching a scope, which appeared to be made from a old spyglass, Kroll took aim at the exposed parts of the pegasus' legs as it galloped down the alleyway, adjusting to compensate for the increasing distance of his target. After taking deep breath Kroll fired both bolts loaded in his crossbow at the fleeing mare.

[Dawn Star]

Dawn was moving faster knowing that time on harks life was running short but by the look of her surrounding of the location she was half away there dawn was relieved to know that it was almost over ...that hark was almost safe.Dawn contiued on her course until she heard somthing wiz by the right side of her face confused at this unknown object she simply said "What was.. tha? AHT!" a extremly sharp pain ocured in her left shoulder at that time trying to get past the pain dawn noticed that she was not galloping anymore but instead she was air born on her side with harks ragdollish body a little ways above her both hurtling torwards the hard wet ground.

[Guest]

As Dawn hurdled through the air, Hark fell off of her back. Inertia took it's hold, as Hark hurdled forward a ways before slamming face-first into the ground. Now, her face was a bloody wreck; flesh was ripped from her face in some places, causing more patches of bleeding. Some of her skull had fractured further, and her jaw and mouth had definately taken a hit.

During her tumble, some of her other injuries had worsened, including her bone-related ones. However, one thinc was certain: she wasn't getting up any time soon.

[Kroll]

Kroll's face broke out into a cruel, warped smile as he watched his target tumble and fall, dropping its wounded accomplice. And now the fun can begin, he thought to himself as he began to pack up. He jumped from the rooftop, tilting his wings to slow his descent to a glide as he drew near his injured target.
With a light splash, Kroll landed before the wounded pegasus, looming over it like a monster looms over a sleeping child. He smiles coldly, his eyes shining brightly. "Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"

[Dawn Star]

Dawn was a bit stunned from her the impact after the fall she lifted her head and looked trying to regain her vision of the surrounding area around her.Dawn tried to move her legs back in a standing position but her left should gave out so much pain she fell back to the ground.She then raised her injured arm to expect the shoulder right in the middle was ..what looked like a cross -bow bolt made out of some kind of bone her eyes followed the bolt carefully looking at every detail including the rather in mature message carved into it that ways hard to read with blood ..dawn's blood dripping and covering the words.From the corner of her eye she could see hark ..she looked wost now ..then she heard fimilar steps that made her remember which made her very angry
Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"
Dawn did not present any form pyisical contact "What do You Want ..Griffon?" she in a disrespectful mumble.

[Kroll]

Kroll raised a brow to the pegasus' response. Haughty, but expected. He crouched down in front of Dawn, looking directly at her. "I want answers, pegausus. Let's start with an easy one: who are you?"

[Guest]

All of her injuries should have rendered Hark comatose. However, somehow, she managed to wake up. The first thing she felt? Incredible pain, staggered throughout her body.

As she opened her eyes and panned across her surroundings, she found that she was not where she had passed out. This time, she was in a street. The blue pegasus from before was on the ground, a griffon crouching in front of her and speaking, from what Hark could observe. This being of no particular importance to her (since she was incapable of helping), she turned her attention to herself, to her injuries.

Her shoulder scared her the most. It was bleeding through her bandages. Hark's horn flared, and even though it hurt her, she kept channeling, moving the bandages so she could see her wound. To no surprise, the flow of blood would not stop, nor slow down.

Her horn flaring once again, she began to freeze the wound, so the blood would stop for a moment. Succeeding in doing so (just barely), her horn stopped glowing, the light illuminating the cracks fading. Having not moved her head at all, her eyes closed again.

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