Heart of a war horse.

Cold would be the word that could express the night and the hearts of the ponies who came to this fight club. Hustlers, drug dealer, gamblers, house wife's with a bad side, colts and fillies in gangs or trying to make a name for themselves, Ex-guards in debt to the wrong ponies and a thousands stories mixed in to this fight club. Talon honestly could care less about there dumb reasons for coming, she was there for one reason and one reason only.

She was here to fight. Though they did pay her when she won, which was nice and all, but she still would come if they didn't drop a bit. The professional tournaments had rules and were moths apart. Talon had to many thoughts running around in her head for her to wait that long. She hated thinking about things, she would visit her bad memories and try to make justifiable reason for why the world was nice and filled with friendship, other parts were full of hateful ponies that could run the cities in the shadows.

MaryRose's face flashed in her mine and she woke up from her trance like sleep in the waiting room in the back. She looked around with a fierce look, hoping somepony was there to get a hoof to the face and get some problems out. There wasn't, but lucky for random ponies the colt with yells out that mic was calling the fighters to the floor. She adjusts her hat and smirks a little. "This is gonna be fun."


Crude stage with a mat probably stolen from a high school wrestling team and ropes from a boxing ring. Her foe was already was up in the ring. SHe was red in coat and had a bulls death stare. Most times it was colts she fought, nice change to see one with a little hate in her too. From the look of how she folds her wings she looks ex-guard or military. Doesn't matter to Talon in the least. Makes them more predicable in how they fight and she can have a little fun. Take a few hits to get the blood flowing. She lifts the ropes and stops to look out to the crowd. She didn't care about them, but she had to look for guards undercover. She had no plan on going to jail. She was also secretly scared Renny could be in the crowd. For some reason it annoyed her that he made her watch herself. The colt was too damn nice and it rubs off on you. This fight should wash this nice-nice off her.


The filly nose flared when she looked at her. She only wanted to fight and Talon almost jumped for joy. Someone else who wanted to just spill some blood, it was refreshing.


"Hey! I need to know something before we fight. What's your name? I need something to tell the Morgue and I have to write you name on your grave stone." She smirked as she planted her hoofs on the ground.


The filly stood up and got into a stance. "No names, just fight,"


Talon pushed down her hoof and got into a stance. "I kinda like you Redwing, that's what I am calling you by the way. On accounting not your red coat, but on account your gonna be covered in your own.. well you know."

They clashed for a while, dodging and not laying a hit on each other. The filly was playing deathly, but safe. Talon was getting bored of this keep away, but the filly knew how to fight and she liked that. She finally came to a pretty good idea as she rolled away from her stomping her. "Hey Redwing, you fight pretty good. How about we stop this game and just start a all out brawl here in the fight club/ What do you say?"


The other filly's eye turned to more of thinker's then a fighter's/ Trying to read Talon's request. She thought till the crowd started yelling in complaint, she turned to the loudest and did a fly tackle into him. Talon followed right behind and body slammed the poor colt. She then punched out his date and everything was a blur after that. She limped out of the place with a few cuts and sore body. She was really living now! She had such a good nice night. She walked down the street till she collapsed against the wall.

She was barely conscious as she laid there, ponies just walking by. They didn't care about a filly on the street. Even if she looked beat up and needed some help. She wasn't feeling to good of a sudden as she laid there. Maybe she should of dodged a few hits.

Silver decided to approach the beat up pony on the account of being drunk. He normally would have tried to avoid such a pony, but he was drunk and was in the mood for some trouble.

"Look at what we got here." He said in a slurred voice. "You seem pretty beat up. I don't think you'll mind me taking your hat."

He then went up to her to take her hat.

"Busy hooves send gentlecolts teh' guilletines, my dear," Victoria interjected, strolling idly past the comatose figure inn the street.

"- Unless perhaps you're simply - hmm - restoring that fedora to its benefactress," she suggested in a murmur. Thus were the palliated accusations so natural to the calculating mare. To indirectly threaten another pony and implore him or her to repent was a trait imparted upon her as much as demons themselves. In a courtly trot, she assumed Silver's left flank, curtsied, and glanced at him inquisitively. She immediately reasoned, upon observing his slick and confident demeanor, that he would not react fondly towards an aristocrat's monologue and so hushed herself. Instead there existed the possibility that his mind could be won over with coquettish persuasions, she proposed.

As for the semi-conscious filly, Victoria being a hardly moral being practically ignored her heaving frame.

"Listen Buddy I don't know what the heck you're talking about." Silver said as he dropped the Fedora. "All I know *Hic* is that if you don't mind your own buisness, then I'll skin you into BOOTS!"

He then proceed to walk towards Victoria, in a drunken manner, leaving behind the hat. He hoped that walking at Victoria would scare her off. He then tried to say some more threats, but he instead puked on the street. After he was done puking, Silver then proceed to shout some incoherent things. He had hoped this would be enough to get rid of the Fancy Filly.

Blackfire was enjoying this part of the city. So far, he managed to gain quite a few pieces of lumber and metal from a nearby junkyard. And he managed to get a good deal on a used welding mask, which he was wearing over his face.

"I should try to find an apartment here. This place is pretty sweet for a carpenter on the go." he said to himself, chuckling.

He eventually came across a few other ponies. One was nearing a state of unconsciousness, one was drunk and the third one seemed to be talking down to the drunk one. Blackfire chose to introduce himself to the trio, what could possibly go wrong. Welding mask and all, the unicorn made his introduction.

"Good day you three. How is this district treating you? That's great. I on the other hand am loving this place. I'm Blackfire, it's a pleasure to let you meet me." he said, speaking quickly and calmly as he does, lifting his mask to show his face and mane.

Talon was dreaming one of those weird kinda dreams that seem to not making any sense to her. It was ponies talking about something really dumb and the another was stealing a hat, which to Talon is one of the greatest crimes a pony could commit. She would personalty end anypony that thinks they could touch her hat. Slowly she awoke from her for a moment mumbling something as she couldn't see through her swollen eye as she tried to open it up to see, but falls back into a blacked out state when she tried to move.

"Don't..touch it.."

Evaluating his circumstance and acting on behalf of her fears, Victoria met the staggering colt with a disarming, matriarchal gesture. "Fret not, love. You may confide in me," She cooed in a betraying warm tone, brushing his cheek. "Please, Let us chat like proper ponies."

She thought she detected a slight scent to his mane; something resembling turpentine.

Her eyes meanwhile drifted to the strapping stallion and she critiqued him immediately. Laborer. "Good day to you, sir. A pleasure indeed," she answered with renewed zeal. His eye seemed to twinkle with determination, and she assumed that he was some sort of carpenter. What good, pondered the self-interested mare, could such a pony provide for her?

Given that Talon was still too disoriented to strike up a conversation, Victoria saw no need to intervene. To her imperceptible utterances, Victoria returned a blank stare.

Silver Merlot turned to Black Fire ignoring some of the things Victoria had said.

" Listen pretty *hic* boy, why don't you go to *hic* the moon, and leave me to my battle against *hic* this broad." Said Silver Merlot he then continued on with his drunk speech. "Do you know who I am? I am SILVER MERLOT the *hic* FIRST, self proclaimed genius, greatest pony to ever live. " After Silver was done with his drunken boasting he turned back to Victoria.

"Now listen here girly, tell me *hic* your name." Said silver in a somewhat demanding, yet mostly incoherent tone. "If you *hic* keep sassing me, then I'll have to shut your mouth myself."

Silver Merlot had completely forgot what he was even doing here in the first place. His only focus now was to defend his pride.

Blackfire wasn't sure on how to react. On one side, the drunken pony called him a pretty boy, on the other he threatened the conscious filly. Blackfire ran between the two, hoping to stop whatever conflict might've occurred.

"Hey now, we don't need any conflict here. Let's be friends, that's way easier on the body and mind. Also, if you're such a genius, how could you allow yourself to get drunk? And finally, you think I'm a pretty boy?" he asked, starting from the most Important subject to the least.

Blackfire was a lot of things, but a pretty boy must've been the best compliment anyone besides himself has ever given him.

She keeps coming in and out of hearing ponies talk around her. Her eyes was swollen so when she opened it she couldn't see anything, but black and random bits of lights. She was so exhausted and all she wanted was to sleep a little, but she kept hearing ponies talking and talking. What made it the worst of all, it was dumb, like really dumb what they were talking about.

They were just either doing some pre-auguring and introductions. Talon would of laughed had she walked by this scene. Think about it for a second, there is four or maybe three colt or fillies or whatever standing around a beaten up filly introducing themselves and playing games.

Hilarious is the best word for this.

As Blackfire publicized his proud nature, Victoria decided to appeal to his ego. "Heavens bless my hero," she hailed, peeling away from Silver and clasping her hooves. Tenacious colts as much as fools were susceptible to her devilish puppetry, and while this one did not explicitly exonerate the mare, she saw that he had at least acted in her defense.

She pressed on, testing his willingness to do her bidding. "Never mind him, my sweet." She began with a dismissive shrug, pausing briefly to rectify her next sentence. "You're a strong young stallion; why don't you be a dear and help this madame to her feet?" She suggested with false conviction.

Blackfire Looked at the downed filly. She was clearly hurt, and had somehow acquired some cuts and bruises. She needed medical help. Sadly, Blackfire knew nothing about medicine. And taking her to a hospital would really put a strain on his plans. Blackfire pondered whether or not to possibly dirty his hooves.

"Maybe she can get up on her own. She just needs some inspiration. And some water." he said, walking into the club.

Blackfire took a glance inside, he found a group of ponies all cheering and fighting. He would have to get some water in here.

"Just out of curiosity, do either of you care to join me in getting some water?" he nervously asked, followed by a nervous smile.

"No, why would I do *hic* what some girly boy tells *hic* me to do," Replied a furious Silver. "But I got a good idea. If you *hic* want to be friendly, then leave!"

Silver then turned to Victoria. "You best tell me your name *hic*, or I'll *hic* smack YOU!" Silver was growing more enraged with each moment. He was getting ready to do something he would likely regret later on. Silver then moved closer to Victoria hoping that she would comply to his demands.

Talon could hear someone wanted to fight. Even beat up and a pile of bruised filly deep down she wanted to stand up and see how good he was. Her blood boiling that she couldn't move, only half listen to these ponies that seem to be just standing around her beaten body shooting the breeze like some kinda idiots.

"...And water we shall fetch, m'dear," she echoed, trotting hastily past Blackfire as to wedge him between the advancing somnambulist and herself. She then tossed her chin upward to mask her trepidation with disapproval, as well as entreat the carpenter to interfere on her behalf: For amidst her fleeting motion, she remained resolute in extorting Blackfire's allegiance. Compliant with her nature, Victoria thus sought to benefit from this situation.

She proceeded in hopes to acquire a safe distance from him while yet stubbornly refusing to yield her name.

Blackfire walked close behind Victoria, he was uncomfortable in this ruffian environment. he was doing his best to keep his composure and focus on his goal.

"Must get water, must help stranger. Must risk life, maybe." he thought to himself, making his way through the crowd.

Eventually he lost his companion and was eventually lost. Blackfire heated up his horn, until it was hot to the touch. Poking is horn through the crowd, he eventually made it to the bar area.

"Barkeep, give me a bottle of water and a bottle of cola." he said, turning around to see a group of ponies, angrily staring at him.

"Am i that handsome? I've been told." he said, the group advancing on him.

As Black Fire and the elusive filly left to get help Silver only had this to yell "I'm going *hic* to skin you INTO BOOTS! YOU HEAR ME!?" Silver then proceed to puke on the street once again. He then turned and had made a realization "I can *hic* get that hat." Silver may have remembered the hat, but he had forgotten why he wanted to take it. He then concluded to himself that it must belong to as he put it "the vixen". Silver hoped this would be the best way to get revenge on "the vixen".

Talon felt like something was wrong. It wasn't the pain of all the bruises she had, it wasn't the pain her head had from dumb ponies talking. No it was something far worst then that and something that could never be forgiven. She could tell her hat was off and she wanted to scream, but her body wasn't working right. She manages to fall over in to something smelly and water before she tries to look around to see where it was. She only saw a blurry image of some colt and ponies walking across the street. The street light burned her eyes as she passes out into blackness again.

"Excuse me....But what is going on here?"

The voice came from behind the group. A stallion in silver armor stood behind him. The badge on his breastplate clearly showing he was a Guardpony. Renaultar had a hard time not noticing what was going on here as he passed by from across the street. A puking pony may also have caught his attention as well.

"Is there a proble-....are you alright?" He went from a concerned smile to a frown as he looked at Silver and his 'mess' on the ground. Already he was piecing things together.

"And is that pony alright?" He said pointing a hoof at the pony laying on the ground. He had yet to recognize Talon.

Blackfire quickly ran out of the bar, with both bottle in his mouth. The ruffians of the club were not kind to his burning-of-their-flanks to get to the bar area. As well as the fact that he called himself a few things, and called them a few things. But that was beside the point, he acquire the water needed to awaken the slumbering filly. He struggled to open the bottle using his teeth and dumped half of the contents onto the filly now apparently wallowing in filth.

"Wakey wakey, it's time to give ol' Blackfire a reward for possibly saving you from an infection." he sang, hitting her softly on the face to wake her up.

"Hello friend, how're you this day?" he bluntly asked the newest pony to arrive.

"Well *hic* if it isn't Purday boy, what brings you back to *hic* here?" Questioned Silver to Black fire in a drunk manner. "and anyway *hic* I'm the one being asked the questions *hic* not you BUCKO!"

Silver Then turned to Renny and said "Listen officer *hic* there is a problem I'm alright, but some VIXEN has been causing a lot of problems for me, AND I know that she will bring more *hic* problems to the good people of this fine City. Soooo here's what I suggest *hic* you stop hur, before sheee does anymore damage....". Silver had stopped for a second as he tried remembering the second question, but he then realized what was asked and only had this to say "Uh... the pony *hic* over there seems to be *hic* sleeping, but... uh.... I have *hic*... reason to believe that she is a *hic* victim of the vixen."

Blackfire put the water bottle on the ground next to his cola bottle. He then looked straight at the disorderly drunk.

"You sir, are very rude. You claim to be a genius, but so far, all I've seen from you is being a genius at being rude. You're probably just jealous of me. That's probably it, your jealousy drove you into a life of drinking. You're jealous that you are nothing but a self proclaimed drinker, whereas I... I am the best in Equestria at what I do. That being carpentry. Now I'm not to sure if your insulting me or not, but if you insult me once more, I will become a very unpleasant person." he sternly said.

He then open his bottle of cola and began drinking it, feeling a smug sense of self satisfaction.

The welder had long left her side when she swiveled to return to the scene. The displacement of aggravated ponies allowed Victoria a path by which she strolled casually out of the bar.

Immediately apparent was that her initial companions were now engaged in a bitter dispute. Their shear distress provided her a quiet satisfaction. In due time, the glimmering plate of an officer caught her eye and she proceeded with caution.

"-is that pony alright?" "-but some vixen has been causing a lot of problems for me,"

She deduced that the guard's questions had led to accusations. Her subsequent priority was to compellingly defend her name.

"Pardieu! Such conniving rhetoric surely cannot be valid," Victoria interposed, adopting an innocent expression. "Heed this, your honor: mine eyes did see that monsieur encroach on that unfortunate madame." The conversationalist appeared to have conjured up an accent different from that which she had employed moments before.

She concealed her theatre-mask cutie mark under her folded wing.

Talon had a headache that had come from the depths it's self listening to these ponies ramble on and on about things to her were meaningless. She wanted to get up and punch them all out, especially the new voice. His seem to make her really upset for no reason. Then again maybe it is a close second to the other one that was talking closest to her and keeps yapping about a reward or something foolish. She smelled drunk spit up in front of her and they wouldn't shut up. Why does everyone that lives in the world have to run there mouth? Couldn't we all be quiet for once in are brief time we live? Couldn't you give a chance for the tree the time to resupply the air? You need that to breath. She keeps thinking of golden stuff to say it, but her jaw wasn't working to well at the moment so she'll have to keep them to herself for now. She decided to start remembering the voices of these ponies in the hopes she'll find them again and punch them all out. That's a day to look forward to. Maybe getting beat up wasn't such a bad then after all. That thought came back to bite her as she felt a shock of pain when she rolled over a little.

"......F...."

Renny had to admit, of all the groups of ponies he ran into, this one was doing its darndest to confuse and irritate his as quickly as possible.

He put a hoof to his face and shook it. "Let me get this straight...." He pointed to Silver. "Your drunk." Then to Victoria (whom he nearly winced at for accusing such a nice looking mare). "You don't speak English very well." Then to Blackfire. "You talk too much." Then to Talon. "And you are.....Talon?"

The guardponies eyes went wide at recognizing her. "Sweet Celestia! What happen to her?" Since she rolled over he saw how beat up she was. He immediately stood a few paces back and assumed a combat stance.

"Your all suspects and are going in for questioning. And you," He pointed at the drunk pony. "Are under arrest for public intoxication."

He blew the whistle that was around his neck to call for assistance from any other guardpony or EMS that was nearby. He couldn't leave Talon here.