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.

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[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.

[huffythedragon]

I have magic fire?

[whitecovered]

That should count as well.

[huffythedragon]

You think? It's not like it really hurts anypony. I mean, I guess it could I just never use it on living things.

[whitecovered]

[...Sigh. Now that he brings it up...]

Your pacifistic nature may be a part of why you find combat difficult.

[huffythedragon]

My what now?

[whitecovered]

Your...unwillingness to hurt things.

[huffythedragon]

Oh, well yeah. I mean, I was raised a pony and we don't really do the hurting thing.

[whitecovered]

That would explain your nature.

[Troublesome for combat, indeed.]

[huffythedragon]

And there's nothing wrong with that, right?