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]

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?

[whitecovered]

Nothing at all.

[He hangs out with Emil, after all.]

[huffythedragon]

That's what I thought!