Scroll Thirty Nine

[huffythedragon]

[Spike had busied his mostly quiet days as best he could, waiting for when his dear friends would return from their trip and he could bug them some more. Today he's attempted more training with his little wooden sword. by 'training' this means he's tried to stab a punching bag in the gym and failed more or less consistently.

After his ego has been bruised enough, he opens his journal]

Man, there had to be an easier way to learn how to use a sword. One that isn't all about pain or getting your butt kicked by an inanimate object.

[Though his moral objection to hurting anything probably doesn't help in this matter]

[Catelyn]

So hey, is there anything you'd like to do today? Arya told me to keep you cheered up.

Comments

[whitecovered]

...I am unsure as to whether I should ask you to elaborate or not.

[huffythedragon]

We have ultimate evil attack Equestria every now and again. We know all about dark magic.

[whitecovered]

And have you established any preventive measures after the first attack?

[huffythedragon]

You mean like build a fort?

[whitecovered]

Any sort of barrier or countermeasure, really.

[huffythedragon]

I could do that. I'm good at forts.

[whitecovered]

A fort may not be sufficient.

[...Wait. How did they get to this topic again?]

Nevertheless, you have yet to become "good" at combat itself.

[huffythedragon]

But forts are really strong!

I wonder if I'll ever be good at it, I guess I'm not made of the right stuff.

[whitecovered]

...Why do you wish to practice swordsmanship in the first place?

[Weiss figured that Spike, as a dragon, would probably be more prone to using his natural defenses than man-made weapons.]

[huffythedragon]

I wanted to try and protect the ponies.

[whitecovered]

Ah! How noble of you.

[Okay, he can understand that. Taking up the sword to defend those close to you. Friends, family, etc.]

[huffythedragon]

That's what I thought!

[whitecovered]

...

[Hrm. Maybe he does need a few pointers. If not, then maybe a coach. He hasn't watched over Nier's sword training for years for nothing, after all.]

Would you be opposed to me observing your training session, then?

[huffythedragon]

Not at all, man. You can grab some popcorn.

...Uh. I mean...


Yeah, you can watch.

[whitecovered]

[Thank you for remembering the no hands bit.]

Very well.

[And so he shall arrive at the gym shortly. Floating is quite the convenient method of travel.]

[huffythedragon]

[Best book buddy]

Hi there, Grimmy.

[whitecovered]

Greetings, Spike.

[He slightly tilts, as a sort of...nod.]

[huffythedragon]

Thanks for coming, bro. I appreciate it.

[whitecovered]

[If his eyes could twitch, they would at being called "bro".]

Now then. How are you going about your training?

[huffythedragon]

Not so good. I'm really not cut out for this.

[whitecovered]

Why do you believe yourself unsuited for combat?

[He keeps thinking about the whole...dragon thing.]

[huffythedragon]

You mean besides the fact I'm two foot tall?

[whitecovered]

...

[He floats to the ground, pages touching the floor, and clears his non-existent throat. He doesn't even reach a foot, himself.]

I fail to see what height has to do with your combat capability.

[huffythedragon]

Well, you're magic too. You don't count.

[whitecovered]

Then what of yourself? Surely, you possess some measure of power.