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“Mother of Celestia, little scheisse-eating piece of…” Serene let out a shout of frustration, kicking one of the pipes into the oversized engine block and drawing our attention. He angrily stomped over to the walker, sliding open a hatch on the bottom and retrieving something from inside before marching back to the door. “Stupid zing doesn’t even vork! It's all seized up, und ve just don’t have ze parts for it!” He kicked open the door and headed out, fuming. We all stood, watching the open door for a moment in silence.

Eventually Sharpwing shook her head and went back to the paper, pulling it over and picking up another quill. “Oh, sweet Celestia, somepony go get him before he ends up stabbing somepony through the heart.” I made my way over to the door and stepped outside, only to find Serene bending over a long case, levitating a sharp sabre up into the air. Oh, please tell me she was only kidding.

Serene looked over his shoulder as the door shut behind me, still looking a little annoyed. He looked forward again, letting out a long breath before standing stock still, the sword held at the ready as he lifted his right forehoof. “Uh… is there a reason you’re doing this?” I asked, trotting around to stand in front of him. He simply stared forward, not looking as he replied.

“It helps to clear my thoughts. A pony of nobility zat attempts to duel wizout a clear head is destined to fail.” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk crossing my face. I looked back over to the case to see another sword lying in the silky lining. I bent down and took it in my teeth, getting a feel for the weight. Definitely a lot nicer to use than that griffon sword was… I walked over in front of Serene, who gave a slight look of disgust as he saw me biting down on the sword. “Gah, vat are you doing? You do not fence wiz your mouz!”

I rolled my eyes, biting down a bit harder on the handle. “Hey, you wanted to duel, right? I’m sure a stallion of nobility can easily take down some common mudpony,” I said, snidely. Serene’s eyes narrowed as I imitated his stance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again and leaping forward, jabbing out with the sword.

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Posted previously at: 2016-05-02T01:20:44