She Tried to Stop Me · 1:05am Oct 26th, 2014
THUD! Ow, dammit! She dropped a bookshelf on me from behind, that sneaky little horn-having vagrant. It hurt like fury. Discrete logarithms would probably be a little more difficult for a week or so, but I didn't go down. He face sunk as she realized all it did was piss me off.
Her horn lit up again, but I was already in mid leap, rocketing toward her.
Our heads connected with a the silvery crackle of bone colliding through thin layers of meat. I was briefly worried about her horn poking my eye out, but the fear passed with the snapping pain of the hit and the feeling of her horn slapping into the crest of my head. As I opened my eyes, I saw hers point comically in different directions, reminding me of the pots in Tailahasse, before her legs went jelly and she toppled onto her side.
Stupid unicorns.
Owie. Owie. Owie.
For all of their magical haberdashery, unicorns were ultimately pretty foalish. In every situation, they tried some complicated or artful trick with no thought for practicality. Appreciating the direct approach wasn't part of their make. They didn't understand hooves were hard for a reason.
