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Batz is not remarked as.. the smartest pony, amongst his peers, but he is one of the larger ones! He uses this to his advantage, most of the time, when trying to make Bits. You can always find some fighting club hiding in the streets, ready to pay any of those who look like they'd put up a good fight. And, hey, it isn't too bad of a profession. He likes the adrenaline, and his tail seems to agree, always feeling.. bitey. It especially likes biting BATZ when he isn't looking.
Batz enjoyed tonight, particularly, or the start of it.. As he approached the ring, the slight grind of the boney-armor that lined his back sending a chilled silence over a crowd of excited bidding ponies. His claws creating a resounding clack along hard uneven stone. Even as he approached, before he was in view, the fear from his opponent.. he could feel it, pulsing through the ground. He was not evil, by any means, Batz never permanently hurt a pony, and wouldn't go further than necessary to win, but he still.. liked the power he felt.
His first round went amazingly, the other pony didn't even seem to put up a fight. It a matter of minutes the fearful new fighter tapped out, scrambling to the side of the ring and subsequently off. If only he didn't push it.. if he'd just left with that money there. But no, he HAD to ask for one more round.
He was not afraid, no.. but as a dulla twice his side entered from the opposite side of the ring upon his demand for a new match, Batz was rethinking his decision.
The fight lasted hours, a flurry of teeth and claws. The sound of echoing screams of joy by an entertained crowd nearly terrified the otherwise unshakeable ghoulie. There was something so bone chillling, about listening to a pony enjoy your suffering fight. Batz was positive the armor on his back saved his life more than once. In fact, it wasn't him that won this fight, but his tail. Pinned to the ground, writhing to get free. He had bills, food! He needed that money..!
Before he could blink, his tail managed to grip his opponents leg, ripping the dulla away and throwing them to the ground. He would have lost, really, all the pony had to do was stand up and slash him once or twice more.. But, in what seemed to be a moment of mercy, the dulla forfeited, claiming they were impressed by Batz and his tails perseverance.
Ugh. This ponies pretentious too.
Batz didn't wait around to argue, though, as various friends he had brought took the bits back to their place to hold for him. Batz was hurt, he couldn't feel his leg, and one of his eyes had begun to force itself shut, all combined with the taste of blood on his tongue.. He couldn't go to a NORMAL doctor, no, but he DID have a friend.. a friend of whom he trusted.
"HECATE!" He cried out as he approached the home of the elusive healer of a ghoulie, limping along towards the entrance. "Hecate! Are you home..?" He groaned, his tail letting out what sounded like a pathetic whimper to try and draw out Hecate.
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