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Silent Pony

 
Dice Roll: 1d6
d6 Results: 5
(forgot the plus 5)

Zip struck the creature, but it seemed as unnaturally resistant as ever.

"You idiot! Its too strong for a direct attack!" the brash kid rudely pointed out.

As he did, he attempted a skillful maneuver in which he tried to move with the creature's blind rush forward. He attempted to flip it over his back, using its strength against it.

Dice Roll: 1d6+3
d6 Results: 5 (Total = 8)
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Dice Roll: 1d6+1
d6 Results: 3 (Total = 4)


He succeeded in flipping the creature over his shoulder with relative ease. He twisted its hoof behind its back and tried to hold it in place so it couldn't counter attack.

"Now, finish it off!"

Zip held the bar and hesitated for a second, looking at the brash pony. Then followed his orders and slammed the crowbar on her head. Hopefully he did a good job...
Dice Roll: 1d6+2+2
d6 Results: 1 (Total = 5)


(( ...wtf..))

Dice Roll: 1d6+5
d6 Results: 3 (Total = 8)
Zip struck the downed pony, but with no result!

"Stop holding back!"

Dice Roll: 1d6+5
d6 Results: 3 (Total = 8)
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Dice Roll: 1d6+4
d6 Results: 1 (Total = 5)


The creature manages to break free from the Hot Blooded Pony! It sends him flying backwards, but he manages to catch himself by extending his hooves out and dragging them against the floor to spend the extra momentum. He comes to a landing without much problem.

Zip took a deep breath. He wasn't holding back, that was the sad part... But if he played it by his strengths...Zippity took a few moments to figure out what to do while the creature was getting to its feet. He was gonna try something like that kid did! He zipped towards the monster on his skates, building up enough momentum to hopefully knock it down! He lowered his head as he charged and as he hit the mare, and used the force of the speed as he rammed into her.
Dice Roll: 1d6+4
d6 Results: 5 (Total = 9)

Dice Roll: 1d6+5
d6 Results: 6 (Total = 11)


Zip slammed into the creature... It was like skating into a brick wall. Imitating a trained professional was not as easy as it may have seemed at first... But it was a valiant and brave effort... At the very least, he had caused the creature to stumble over itself. However, skating into a brick wall was no picnic. [Zip took 3 damage.]

"What... Was that...?" The brash pony shook his head in disappointment.

"Aghh.." he held his head, and fixed his helmet again, "I thought that would have worked..." Then stood back up and with one swift movement tried his next attack. He used the crowbar to swing it under the mares hooves in another attempt to knock her down. (( Quickness, plus crowbars strength for hitting ))
Dice Roll: 1d6+4+2
d6 Results: 5 (Total = 11)

Dice Roll: 1d6+5
d6 Results: 4 (Total = 9)


Zip quickly brought down the crow bar over and over upon the downed creature. Each strike let out a dull wet thud, but was he even doing any damage? Suddenly the brash pony caught the crowbar, stopping his swings.

"Whoa... Easy killer... You got it... Jezze....." just as the hot blooded pony had said, the creature remained motionless on ground in a pool of black liquid. The crowbar was dripping with the stuff, which had a disgusting thick viscosity. It clung to the business end of the crowbar. Zip's hooves had become numb from the repeated strikes.

Zip was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. He stood there for a while with the crowbar still clutched tightly...

He looked at the colt and with a little effort, did release the bar, it landed on the pavement with a loud clang and a splash. He didn't say anything to the brash pony, just stared at the black puddle, panting, sweating, and bleeding.

"Yeesh... Remind me not to get on your bad side..." the brash pony said shaking his head. Though he acted like this was no big deal, he was also out of breath. He didn't say or do much else, except try to catch his breath.

The night air was quite, despite everything that had happened before. The loud mouth breathing of the creature, along with its various grunts and groans, and the sound of their struggle had created a chorus of chaos that had filled Zip's ears right up until now. It was so loud and intense, but now silence. Silence and darkness.

Zippity Do Da sat his plot down, and took off his helmet. He felt blood running down his face, and wiped his forehead with his muddy, beaten, roller skated hoof. He was beginning to catch his breath again, but his knees were weak and his body felt numb. Maybe they could both rest here for a few minutes...they would each stay alert for any more possible attacks, but getting up and moving seemed like the worst thing to do right now. They needed a break. HE needed a break.

He took a deep breath and sighed, closing his eyes, but keeping his ears pricked.





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