LissyLadyPluto

It was dark… His breath came labored, impeded by the bruises on his chest, accented by the gashes on his body and the stab wound in his side. Sweat dripped from his brow as he glared at the pony across from him. "I think that it's time we finish this little game," the pony across the room rasped, blood dripping from his head and mouth. He looked no better, his battered form giving witness to short but deep gashes, all around his shoulder and chest. "Heh, for once you actually give a good idea," he responded. Wiping away the blood that trickled from his eyes, he dropped into a low stance, his body aching in protest. The pony across f