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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Dazzling_Pack_XI">A Dazzling Pack XI</span><a href="A_Dazzling_Pack_XI#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Dazzling Pack XI" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So how about it? Do you fellas wanna&quot; come and cheer us on?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No we don't.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw, don't be like that, &quot;Mel.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your little make believe battles are stupid, Rainbow. I don&quot;t care what you say.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Fancy Pants</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Up until now your day had been going pretty well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This morning, you had managed to make your hair look JUST right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No other guy in school was wearing the same outfit as you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was also a Monday, which meant that half of the teachers were so hungover that most of your classes had watched Bill Nye videos</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...And sure, it had been a little weird when your history and art classes had put on Bill Nye, but you had long ago learned to roll with the punches at CHS</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything had been going swimmingly until lunch, when the harpies decided to swoop down upon you and your fellows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your left, you could see Rainbow Dash's face scrunch up as she looked at Caramel, who was glaring at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and your friends were all sitting at your preferred table, and all around you were girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of them were just standing there with small smiles on their faces, but others were getting a little grabby</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't enough that the teachers watching over the lunchroom were marching over to stop them, but you could see that more than a few of your friends didn't appreciate having their shoulders and back touched</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fortunately for you, you were in the latter category</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity was standing behind you, her slender, man-like hands gripping your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel her hot, moist breath washing over the back of your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it had been any other girl, you would have called the teachers over and sent the girls scattering</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But with Rarity, you simply pretended to be annoyed as she rubbed your shoulders and neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might have liked the attention, but that didn't meant that you had to announce it like some sort of slut</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not &quot;make believe&quot; and it's not stupid, Caramel,&quot; Rainbow snapped. &quot;It's fucking awesome! All of the schools in the district come together and set up this whole thing--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not interested and neither is anyone else here,&quot; Caramel interrupted. &quot;We all have better things to do with our weekend that watching a bunch of topless girls running around with foam weapons.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But those cunts from Crystal Prep are bringing a bunch of guys to cheerlead for them!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel took a bite out of his chicken patty, looking less than happy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn&quot;t help but shake your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had no idea why your friend acted like this&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty much everyone in the school knew that he fancied Rainbow except the rainbow-haired girl herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he was always so short with her because of her obliviousness?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don&quot;t care. There&quot;s going to be nothing for us to do other than watching you beat each other up with toy swords and eat turkey legs,&quot; Caramel said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blinking, Rainbow nodded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... yeah, that and cheering us on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And how is that fun for any of us?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow's nose scrunched up in thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Because?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's fingers dug into your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A delightful shiver ran up your body, causing your back to arch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say what you will about this girl, but she sure does know her way around a man's deltoids...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel snorted, tossing his chicken patty onto his tray</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because nothing. I&quot;m not going to stand there for ten hours and neither is anyone else, and that&quot;s final!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow rolled her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well why don't you come out and fight then?&quot; she suggested sarcastically. &quot;Maybe you'd stop being such a little bitch if you worked it out of your system.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel stiffened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh here we go...</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick as a flash, Caramel stood up and turned to face Rainbow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe I will,&quot; he growled, getting in her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow, not one to back down, even from a guy, butted heads with him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah right. You'd get hit twice and you'd start crying like a little boy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can do ANYTHING that you can, and so can any other guy here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel pls...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pls don't go down this road...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can do a lot more bitching than me, but other than that you're full of shit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We could go out there and beat the stuffing out of any of you girls!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow threw back her head and laughed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think you can take the Storm Shatter clan?&quot; she asked with a grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel puffed his chest out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know we could.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel ol' chap, pls...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a trap...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know that it's a trap...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then how about a bet then? You go ahead and get a bunch of guys ready for the meet up. If you come and win, every girl on my team will chip in and buy you all something. Shoes, clothes, whatever you want. But if you lose...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow's grin turned a tad more predatory</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You and your &quot;team&quot; have to give mine a little &quot;victor's reward&quot; if you know what I mean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Around the table, you and the other guys stiffened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all knew Caramel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually, he was the most sensible out of any of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ninety-nine percent of the time he would have refused such a bet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But he was talking to Rainbow Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And when he was talking to her all of his sense seemed to melt away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before any of you could stop him, Caramel nodded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll take that bet!&quot; he said</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh bother...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the two shook hands, you all groaned while the girls around you grinned at each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alrighty then. We'll see you guys in two weeks,&quot; Rainbow said, before making her way toward a table at the other end of the room with the other girls following</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking very proud of himself, Caramel sat down and looked at everyone, who, to a man, were glaring back at him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It took several seconds, but he eventually noticed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What's wrong guys?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all groaned again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why the hell did you just rope us into that, 'Mel?&quot; Thunderlane demanded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? It's not that big of a deal,&quot; Caramel replied, picking up his chicken patty again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He was about to take a bite out of it when Sandalwood smacked it out of his hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I already have girlfriends, 'Mel,&quot; he said, teeth bared. &quot;What the hell am I going to tell them when they find out I have to fuck a bunch of girls at some stupid larp meet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It'll be fine,&quot; Caramel insisted with a wave of his hand. &quot;All we need to do is get a couple of guys together and we'll beat Rainbow's team up and down the field.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunderlane rolled his jaw, his eyes narrowed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know if you&quot;ve ever been to one of these things but there's not going to be just a couple of girls,&quot; he said. &quot;THOUSANDS of people turn up to this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as the confidence instantly drained from Caramel's face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Really?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. It's so big that the minimum amount of players you can have on a team is eighty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raised an eyebrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew for a fact that there weren't eighty boys in this school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There might have been thirty for all four years, and out of those you might have been able to get ten or fifteen to fight in this &quot;battle&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel seemed to realize this as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your friend went pale, his eyes widening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Really?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. Eighty. And do you want to know who had the largest team last year? Maybe you'd like to know who's beaten every other team for the last TWO YEARS?&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every guy at the table looked at each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew you would probably be able to get a couple other guys from different schools--Instagram and Facebook were powerful things, after all--but none of you were fighters</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman was the only one who had gotten into a fight in his entire life, and that was a ten-second slap fight that ended up with both boys crying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't know how to swing a SWORD</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one here did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash, who was scratching his chin thoughtfully, summed the situation up rather well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So we're fucked then?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The boys once again exchanged glances</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some began to murmur</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Others gave a now regretful Caramel some nasty looks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were just sitting there thoughtfully, tugging on your mustache</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The beginnings of an idea was starting to form in your mind...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might not help this situation but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, there's no choice but to try isn't there?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you all lost, the whole school would hear about what you'd do, and you couldn't have that...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of you would be able to show your faces in public again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, with that thought in mind, you stood up</span><br />&quot;I'll be back in a moment, gentlemen,&quot; you said, adjusting your monocle<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing your chair in, you marched up to the snack line and bought every chocolate cookie that was being served</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanking the lunch sir, you carried the treats over to a nearly empty table, at which sat only four individuals</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, Sonata, Aria, and Mrs. Adagio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The four, so busy with their eating, didn't noticed you until you sat down in front of Anon</span><br />&quot;Good afternoon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their heads snapped up to look at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata and Aria pressed themselves against their boyfriend, their teeth bared</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ignored the two, dumping the cookies into the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, looked down at them in confusion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Hello to you too, Fancy,&quot; he said, sounding a little bewildered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled</span><br />&quot;Hello Anonymous, ladies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sonata snatched a cookie from the table, unwrapped it, and began noisily eating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nearly smiled at the sight, but managed to restrain yourself at the last moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mother had taught you the importance of not showing any emotion whilst making a deal with an individual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon gave his girlfriend a frown before turning his attention back on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mind telling me what all of these cookies are for, Fancy?&quot; he asked</span><br />&quot;They're a way to grease the wheels, my good man,&quot; you replied, leaning toward him<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon nodded slowly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright... But why?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You straightened your shirt and sat up straight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking Anonymous right in the eye, you explained the bind that Caramel had just gotten you in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a short story, but by the end of it the Dazzlings were laughing and even Anon had a smile on his face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it you were in their position you might have laughed as well, but because you were the one with a proverbial axe over your head you didn&quot;t find it all that funny &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! What a dumbass!&quot; Aria said, cackling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Caramel and Rainbow just need to get it out of their system with a good fuck,&quot; Adagio said, taking a sip from her thermos</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You coughed into a hand</span><br />&quot;Yes... quite. Still, I came to ask if you'd help us, Anon. I know that you're a very resourceful chap, if there's any man in school that can help us with this, it would be you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile on Anon&quot;s face diminished somewhat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what do you think I could do?&quot; he asked, drumming his fingers on the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrugged</span><br />&quot;To be honest, I have no idea. I just thought that I'd ask you since none of the other men are going to be useful in this situation.&quot;<br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unwrapping a cookie, Anon gave you a shrug of his own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I really don't know all that much about larping to be honest,&quot; he told you. &quot;I really don't--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as Adagio perked up &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slapping a hand over Anon's mouth, she looked at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you&quot;re saying that you need someone to train you to beat Rainbow Dash?&quot; she asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You found yourself wilting under the intensity of her gaze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Easy there, old boy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Easy...</span><br />&quot;Yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you know if those other BLASTED Rainbooms are going to be fighting as well?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Rarity and Twilight and the others?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Dazzling growled, baring her teeth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you were no dentist by any means, you don't believe that someone's canines were supposed to be that long or that sharp...</span><br />&quot;I-I suppose they would be.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully, your answer seemed to satisfy Adagio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her rage was replaced with a thoughtful expression</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lifted her hand from Anon's mouth, leaning back onto her stool</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting out a hum, she grabbed her boyfriend's hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon may not be able to help you, but I believe that I can,&quot; she said, rubbing her thumb against one of his knuckles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Relief and concern filled you as you looked at the Dazzling</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nodded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. My sisters and I are what you might call... experts when it comes to training warriors.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small smile came to her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was an unsettling smile, you found</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very unsettling...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lifting up Anon's hand, Adagio gave it a kiss, winking at her boyfriend before looking back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All we'll need is some men, some equipment, and some time. If you give me all three of those my sisters and I will make sure that no one will be able to beat you.&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a bad idea...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew it was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Asking Anon for help was one thing, but receiving help from the Dazzlings was a very different sort of beast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What do you have to lose?</span><br />&quot;I'll see what I can do, but I'm positive that we'll be able to get everything that you need.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your ever-growing concern, the other two Dazzlings grinned wolfishly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh man... It's been forever since we've trained anyone...&quot; Aria murmured, rubbing her hands together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are we going to make them legionnaires, Dagy?&quot; Sonata asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio gave her head a pat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's exactly what we're going to do, Sonata,&quot; she said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hail Caesar!&quot; The cobalt girl yelled, throwing up her hands. &quot;We who are about to die salute you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><br />~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Rainbow Dash, the leader of the Storm Shatter clan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yours was a mighty horde, only filled with the strongest, the bravest, and the awesomest of the awesome</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were wearing your berserker garb, a rabbit pelt shirt and no top--because armor was for bitches and you weren't no bitch--and wielding your mighty warhammer, Dafuck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Around you were your warchiefs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was Gilda, your great reaver, wielding her spear and fuck-off shield</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was Sunset, who's hard nipples glistened in the sunlight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;N-No homo...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your second in command Applejack was next to you with her greatsword</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity was looking over her twin short swords, making sure that they were still in tip-top shape after your last battle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right next to her was Twilight and Fluttershy, who you had FINALLY managed to talk into coming this year</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And sure, they had decided that they wanted to be a bunch of boys and hang back so that could be archers, but what mattered was that you talked them into this!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity and Sunset had been iffy about this too at first, but now you had to DRAG them away from a battlefield!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you needed to do was talk Pinkie into coming and you'd have all of your friends acting like a bunch of AWESOME vikings!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Around your warchiefs stood the rest of your horde, talking and chatting and resting after a battle well fought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was your best year yet for recruits</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From humble beginnings a few years ago, you now boasted an army of five hundred girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More than those stupid Knights of the Rose and their STUPID samurai!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And not only were you the biggest, but you were the best as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Over the last two days you had fought six armies, and each time you had walked away the winner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't going to jinx yourself or anything, but it looked like the Storm Shatter clan was going to win for a THIRD year in a row</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that was going to be great...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always enjoyed showing up those dumb weeaboos that thought waving around katanas was cool</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, what was going to make your victory even better was having Caramel licking your sweaty cunt after this was all over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could almost feel it now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was going to be so fucking AWESOME...</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From what you've been told, his little &quot;army&quot; had won every match just like your army had</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of the knight factions were going to hit guys, foam weapons or not, and neither would any of the weeaboo clans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you and your girls were going to have no problem with that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not at all...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack, leaning on her greatsword, looked out at the field that you were going to have your final battle on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wonder when they're comin&quot;,&quot; she said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One of the officials just came over and said they were coming right now,&quot; Sunset replied, giving her bearded axe a few practice swings. &quot;We should start forming up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snorted</span><br />&quot;Nah, I doubt we have to do anything like that,&quot; you said with a wave of the hand. &quot;You, me, or Applejack will lead like thirty girls to break their lines, they'll run, and we'll win. It's going to be a walk in the park.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your Warchiefs chuckled, just as eager as you for the easy victory</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was going to--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were brought out of your thought as the trumpet of a horn tore through the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Many people from the crowds of civies and defeated warriors that had lined the battlefield to watch jumped in surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even a few of your girls looked startled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not you though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you were fucking awesome!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You most certainly didn&quot;t jump like five feet in the army and almost fall on your face!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That&quot;d be silly!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your girls&quot; collected themselves, your head snapped toward the direction of the noise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who the hell just blew that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only team that had horns was the Shield Breaker horde, and they had gotten the shit beaten out of them in the first round...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For nearly thirty seconds that horn continued to blow proudly before going silent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was then you could hear the sound of marching</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Keep in step Julii! Raise that shield soldier! Get your fucking asses moving!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first, you could only see red flags and a golden eagle standard poke over the horizon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you could see the shields, then their bodies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Caramel and his team were coming toward you, and they were absolutely NOT what you were expecting</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since you and your girls had been so busy tearing shit up, you hadn't managed to see how his team had dressed and armed themselves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had thought that they'd make a bunch of dumb looking outfits, and maybe a few of them would carry shields</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But this wasn't that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, what marched toward you looked like a Roman legion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You think</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should have paid more attention in history class...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were holding identical shields with weird scribbles on them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their armor and helmets looked like they were actually made out of steel or iron</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There were short swords at their sides and they were also holding what looked like two throwing spears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack whistled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, will ya look at that. Them boys sure look fancy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah they do,&quot; Gilda said with a nod, before a frown came to her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Following her gaze, you found what had turned her smile upside down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There, marching alongside the team, wearing what was obviously the armor of generals, were the Dazzlings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio was holding a cane, a great big smile on her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria was screaming at the guys, a cooler under one of her arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata was skipping along, holding three fold-out chairs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the heck were THEY doing here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Halt!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the team came within a hundred feet of your horde they stopped, their heels slapping together as they let their big ass shields rest of the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata and Aria scurried over toward the sidelines, grins on their faces, while Adagio, her little red cap flowing in the wind, began to make her way toward you</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few of the guys peeled off from the little army to follow her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Captains or officers by the look of them...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see Caramel, wearing a bearskin and holding a standard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was Thunderlane, who's helmet had some pretty sick plumage on it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fancy was also amongst the group, his usual monocle gone and replaced with a pair of safety goggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason, Anon was even here, a look of exasperation on his face as he marched over toward you, wearing armor almost as fancy as Adagio&quot;s</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this will be a bit more fun than you thought it was going to be&quot;?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at your warchiefs, you made your way over toward the little group</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chiefs followed you, weapons at the ready</span><br />&quot;What the hell are you doing here, Adagio?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's Legatus Adagio to you, barbarian,&quot; Adagio said, her group stopping a few feet from yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneered</span><br />&quot;What, did you decide to come and get your ass kicked with the rest of these guys?&quot; you asked<br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, Adagio chuckled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A Legatus does not command a single century,&quot; she said matter-of-factly. &quot;I'm not here to participate in the battle. I'm simply here to encourage my troops and see them drive you from the field as painfully as possible.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a second after she said that, you and your girls began laughing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hah...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was a good one...</span><br />&quot;Yeah right. I'm sure that you're gonna be able to beat my army with... how many guys are over there? Eighty? Ninety?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio turned toward Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Centurion, a group of barbarians were thoughtless enough to set foot on my lands. Please be a dear and show them the might of Rome.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Your lands?&quot; you said with a scoff. &quot;Please. This is Storm Shatter territory!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can't I just sit over there with you girls?&quot; Anon asked, both him and Adagio ignoring you</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. No you cannot,&quot; Adagio said, giving him a kiss on the nose. &quot;Now make sure to grind them into the earth so that they may never rise again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giving you a smile that made you want to walk over and punch her so hard that stupid poofy hair of hers went flat, Adagio spun around and made her way toward the sidelines, where the other Dazzlings were already seated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You HATE that cunt...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sighing, Anon looked over to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess this is the part where I ask you to surrender.&quot;</span><br />&quot;My army doesn't surrender, Anon,&quot; you said, puffing your chest out<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's nose scrunched up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shook your head</span><br />&quot;No. We'll fight you to the last woman before we give up!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looked at his fellow officers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can we surrender then? Because I would much rather go and get a turkey leg or something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smirking, Caramel shook his head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Unfortunately we can't, sir. There's barbarian SCUM that we need to destroy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looked hopefully at Thunderlane and Fancy, both of whom shook their heads</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Groaning, he threw up his hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine! We'll beat the shit out of them and go home. But I swear to god if someone pokes me in the eye with anything I'm going to lose it...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't worry, Anon. We'll make sure to kick the shit out of you all as gently as possible,&quot; you said, winking at Caramel, who scoffed<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alrighty then. May the best team win,&quot; Anon grumbled, before looking over at Sunset. &quot;Oh, and by the way, Sunny, nice tits.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fancy perked up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I also must say that you look rather dashing, Miss Rarity. While I'm not usually a fan of a minimalist design, yours is works very well.&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of the girls smiled at the compliments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey thanks, Anon,&quot; Sunset said with a little bounce, causing her tig ol&quot; bitties to giggle. &quot;You look nice in that armor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must say that you looked delightful in your armor as well, Mr. Fancy,&quot; Rarity said, giving the guy bedroom eyes. &quot;You really--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huffing, you grabbed both girls by the shoulder and began dragging them away</span><br />&quot;Yeah, yeah. Wait until we beat 'em before you start making goo goo eyes at each other.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Someone's jealous,&quot; Sunset said, causing everyone to chuckle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growled</span><br />&quot;Guess who just volunteered to lead the first attack?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's smile widened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd be happy to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, the two of you went back to your teams</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Officials ran over and gave you the usually spiel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No punching or biting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't try to hit someone in the face or groin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you get hit you're out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If someone gets out you have to let them go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blah, blah, blah</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that boring shit out of the way, you all lined up, warriors in the front and archers in the back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset was getting her warband of eighty girls into position, ready to make the first charge</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the other end of the battlefield you could see Anon getting his &quot;soldiers&quot; in line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A quick count showed that they had four rows of twenty men</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So just eighty...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good...</span><br />&quot;Watch for those javelins, Sunset!&quot; you called from your position on a little hill near the treeline<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll be fine!&quot; Sunset called back. &quot;Isn't that right, girls?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Throwing their heads back, the warband let out a mighty shout</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In response, your entire army let out a shout in return</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of it brought a smile to your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel it coming on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That excitement and nervousness that came just before a battle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon you'd hear the sounds of war cries, screams, foam sword hitting shield and flesh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was why you did this&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why you spent all of your money on foam weapons and outfits...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were born for this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was in your blood...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now those silly men over there were going to learn that the hard way...</span><br />&quot;Fuck'em up, Sunny!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset waved her axe around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You heard her, girls! CHARGE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a shout, the girls began racing toward the line of guys as fast as their feet could take them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could hear taunting, promises of lewdness and pain when you won, and even animalistic noises coming from your girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But nothing from the enemy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They stood there with their shields raised, waiting patiently for them to come</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon was right there in the front row, looking like he needed to go to the bathroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Knowing him, he probably did...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s warband closed the distance quickly, only fifty feet away from the enemy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was when they reacted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, placing a whistle into his mouth, drew his short sword</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Century! Formation!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silently, the soldiers in the front row sat down their javelins and drew their swords</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Behind them, you could make out the other soldiers leaning toward the front row</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell were they doing...?</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your girls were thirty feet away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then twenty, then ten</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Brace!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Screaming at the top of their lungs, your girls slammed into the guy&quot;s line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You expected it to crumble, to break</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it didn&quot;t</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, the guys let out a shout and all four rows leaned forward, their shields at the ready</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When your berserkers put their shoulders against those shields the guys not only held firm but slammed them forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes widened as your warriors were thrown back, some of them physically lifted into the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon blew his whistle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Century! Forward!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's warband, confused as to why their charge hadn't automatically hit home, faltered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This gave the guys the perfect opportunity to march forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their short swords began stabbing and slashing at your girls with terrifying efficiency</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before Sunset could order her warband to step back, fifteen girls had already fallen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get back! Watch those fucking swords!&quot; she yelled, dragging a girl back by the back of her skirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What in tarnation...?&quot; Applejack said, perking up. &quot;What the sam hell's goin' on?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You frowned</span><br />&quot;I don't know, but I don't like it...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turned toward Gilda</span><br />&quot;Gilda, take your band and reinforce Sunset. Hurry up before they break.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nodding, Gilda jogged toward where her warband of a hundred warriors were standing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on girls! Lets show 'em how it's done!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a shout of their own, Gilda and her girls charged toward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, seeing the force, blew his whistle again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Change ranks!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a flash, the front rank of soldiers retreated toward the back row while the second row moved up front</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These fresh troops then began slashing and stabbing at your retreating girls</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... what the hell?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked are your War Chiefs, who were staring back at you with confusion and concern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of you had seen anything like that before...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weaving around Sunset's berserkers, Gilda slammed her shield against the nearest Roman soldier</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He might have stumbled back, if not for for the guys behind him keeping him in formation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on girls!&quot; Gilda roars, trying to stab the soldier over his shield. &quot;They're just a couple of guys! We can--oh dammit!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as three swords shot out from the gaps of the Roman shields</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gilda, a veteran just like you, managed to block two of the blades, but the thirds managed to get her right in the stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fatal blow...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was out...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gilda's warband, seeing their warchief laid low, surged forward, determined to make the enemy bleed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the Roman shields were too big</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how much they slashed or stabbed all they needed to do was hold their shields up and they were untouchable</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then there were those short swords, stabbing again and again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your girls did the best of that they could, but for every Roman that fell twenty of them hit the dirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon blew that stupid whistle of his</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Change ranks!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Everybody! Get ready! We're going to charge 'em!&quot; you yelled, readying your weapon. &quot;They won't be able to get us all!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without hesitation, you launched yourself forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A second later, the rest of your horde let out a warcry and followed you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, stabbing one of your girls in the chest, perked up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Century! Hold onto your butts! They&quot;re all coming at once!&quot;</span><br /><br />~_~_~_~_~_~_~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Signifier Caramel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were tired, you were sweaty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body ached like it had never ached before and your ears were ringing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If someone put a gun to your head you still wouldn&quot;t have been able to lift your arms over your hand, and you REALLY needed to go to the bathroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But there was a smile on your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A big smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A victorious smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For almost three hours, Rainbow's team had charged your line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When charging hadn't worked, they had fired arrows at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When that didn't work, they tried to surround you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They tried a dozen different things, but it all failed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your unit had performed flawlessly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each charge was thrown back, each hail of arrows was blocked by your shields</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lost a few guys here and there, but they had lost far more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Enemies laid all around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If your swords were real they would have been red to the hilt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had won</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though the enemy had six times your number you had won!</span><br />&quot;Hah! In your face Rainbow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your defeated nemesis stood next to you, a frown on her face and her arms crossed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She, like the the rest of her army, had been beaten while trying to break your line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't been the one to stab her--unfortunately-- but you had gotten to see the look on her face when a javelin had bonked off her forehead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though the Dazzlings &quot;training&quot; had been the most horrible thing that you had ever experienced, it was almost worth it to see that look</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beside you, Anon stood there, haggard and sweaty, with your victory trophy in hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you barely noticed that, too focused on rubbing your victory in</span><br />&quot;I hope you have a lot of money saved up, because you and me are gonna go shoe shopping!&quot; you taunt<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow grumbled to herself, covering her face with a hand</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't believe that I lost to a bunch of fucking guys...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile widened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was the best--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Attention!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two weeks of hard, difficult training had you, Anon, and every other guy within earshot snapping to attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Adagio making her way over toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow sighed loudly as she walked over to Anon and took the trophy out of his hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You all did very well,&quot; she said, giving Anon a pat on the cheek. &quot;A few of you were a bit sloppy, but that's to be expected.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can we go home now?&quot; Anon asked, his shoulders sagging. &quot;I want to get out of this shit and lie down. Some chocolate would would be nice. A lot of chocolate... Dagy, get me chocolate..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chuckling, Adagio kissed her boyfriend on the cheek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aria has a turkey leg awaiting for you, and Sonata will help you out of that armor, honey,&quot; she said, before turning toward Rainbow. &quot;Oh, and Rainbow?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A groan escaped Rainbow's lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no. I don't want to hear it,&quot; she said, waving a hand dismissively. &quot;Just... just go. Please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laughing, Adagio give her boyfriend another kiss--which he tiredly returned--, grabbing him by the hand and leading him away from the battlefield</span><br />&quot;Thanks again for the help, Adagio!&quot; you called. &quot;We couldn&quot;t have done this without you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, she and her sisters were worth every penny, weren't they?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning around, you saw Fancy, arm-in-arm with a grinning Rarity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your Optio had removed his helmet and his safety glasses had been replaced by his usual monocle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was an invigorating battle, Caramel my good man, but I believe that I must now depart,&quot; he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning over, Rarity whispered something into Fancy's ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giggling, your Optio gave her a playful shove</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms. Rarity here was kind enough to invite me to her home so that we may freshen ourselves up and relax.&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking around the battlefield, you saw that your century and Rainbow's army had intermingled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Girls were talking to their boyfriends, single guys were getting hit on, everyone was laughing and talking and having a good time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach tightened at the sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fancy's smile turned into a grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow dear? There's a movie that Caramel here has been dying to see for quite some time. I'm sure that if you asked him to go he would say yes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giving you a wink, both him and Rarity turned away from the two of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perking up, Rainbow looked over to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason, the ground suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world, so you stared down at it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grass looks REALLY green...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What movie do you want to go see?&quot; your nemesis asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small blush came to your face</span><br />&quot;B-Before I Fall,&quot; you mumbled, kicking at the dirt<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if you want, I can pick you up at seven,&quot; she said after a pause. &quot;We can go get dinner or whatever then go see your movie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hah!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like you'd ever want to see a movie with someone like HER!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shoot...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Face reddening, you looked up at her</span><br />&quot;M-Make sure to wear s-something nice. I'm n-not going to be s-seen in public with some s-slob...&quot;</div></div>




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