Title:           Pony vs Anon -Part of AnonQuest-
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Monday 16th of March 2015 05:59:36 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 16th of March 2015 05:59:36 PM CDT

You need to act quickly. Another collision like that and you'll be out for good. You try to stumble forward, but the pain in your chest stops you cold. It explodes through your body and forces you to the ground moaning in agony. In a haze, you can pick out the encouraging words of your fellow anons. You amble to your feet, but just barely. The pony encircles you at a distance, smirking. “You put up a good fight, anon, but it's time we end this.”
 
The crowd roars for blood. You struggle to your feet, still hunched over and clutching your chest. Your opponent has retreated to the far end of the arena, hovering in the air, preparing for her second, and final strike. The way her delicate wings flutter and support her wiry frame is...odd. You can't help but wonder how it's possible for her to maintain flight. And what's more, she's only attacked you from afar with quick and concise strikes, never daring to get in close...You wonder...
 
“You ready, anon?” she calls.
 
“What's your name!?” You scream back at her. She laughs.
 
“Streak!”
 
She begins to flap harder, body angling forward. She must not have a lot of weight on her.
 
WEIGHT.
 
You know exactly what to do now. It'll be risky, hell, it probably won't even work, but it's worth a try at this point.
 
Having built up a significant force behind her flight, Streak explodes forward, angling her hoof directly at your chest. She sails through the air with unbelievable speed, her yell torn from her mouth and lost in the wake of her strike.
 
Here goes nothing.
 
You step to your right just seconds before impact, and stretch out your hands. She tries to make adjustments to her trajectory, but it's too late. Like trying to grasp lightning, you clamp your hands down where you think her hoof will be.
 
Success. You grasp onto her hoof, but her momentum sends you into a dizzying spin. Quickly, you center your momentum with a stomp of your right foot and continue the arc, bringing her body along with you like an over-sized rag doll. You can feel it, her frantic body being dragged along like a fish out of water, spinning faster and faster, flailing in the air. You get exactly what you want as you see her delicate wings shoot open as air currents steal beneath her feathers. They cause a bit of drag but you continue to spin her round and round. Ever so slowly, her right wing begins bending backwards under your applied force. She howls in pain but her scream is lost in the wind as you tear her around in a deadly arc. You stomp as hard as you can, delicately balancing your inertia against your victim. Soon her weight forces you onto her heels, the two of you locked in a death spiral. You hang on for dear life, gritting your teeth. The pit in your chest is growing larger, and this exertion has only put extra strain on your wound.
 
She screams in agony. You watch as her right wing, torn open by g-force, crumple and snap backwards awkwardly. That should keep her out of the air for awhile.
 
You release your captive and are swiftly ejected. She goes sailing towards the end of the cage, slamming painfully into the metal barrier with her broken wing.
 
“GAH!” She cries. She slumps over, struggling to maintain consciousness. You hunch over and scream as the sudden release of tension on your chest causes your wound to spring back to life. You can only fall to the floor and kick around, clutching where her hoof had first landed. Its’ burn sinks in deep, like a chest filled with throbbing concrete.