Busted jaws and broken falls

>Why do these things have to be so annoying?
>You look around, trapped in all sides. Maybe a Death and Decay spell would work? No, to large of a chance of rotting the building down around you.
>Looks like you might have to fight your way out, you drop the purple pony and spread your legs apart.
>The pony scrambles away as you draw your Runeblade from your back. Blue, green and red runes dance along the blade as they thrum for the taste of blood.
>You have a nagging in your head you should stop, is this the concious you silenced so long ago?
>You draw a ram's horn from your belt and hold it in your left hand, a Horn of Winter.
>You put the horn to your mouth and prepare to blow as the large white pony bares down on you.
>You hear what can only be described as a waddle walk by your left side and you freeze up
>Chilly is walking up to the pony
>"Chilly, get your little ass over here!" He flips you a flipper and walks by the princess with no fucks to give
>He just walked out! The large pony shook it off faster than you expected, she was already upon you.
>You blow the horn, the sound echoing through the house and drop it, the sling around it returning it to your side and you charge with a drawn runeblade

You lead into your charge with your shoulder, sidestepping her horn and slamming into her side.
>She fall with your tackle and rolls over on her back, leaving your face within range of her hooves.
>Her right front hoof comes up and makes contact with the right side of your jaw, pulverizing the bone in it.
>You stumble back, your hand flying to your jaw. You may not feel like you used to, but that still hurt like a bitch.
>The big horse is back on her legs and charging, you sweep out your hand and toss an orb of black enegy at her.
>She had not expected this and took the spell to her lower back left leg.
>You spit out some of the rotten-ichor you called blood from your mouth, well more like drooled.
>You swung your blade in an overhead swipe, but misjudged the distance and her horn hit you, piercing a chainmail area in your armor.
>She stops, a sad look on her face, and a greenish-red ichor dribbled down her horn

>With a jerk, she jerks her horn out or your torso. "I`m sorry it came to this, you proclaimed yourself a danger the moment you threatened my student."
>You stand there with a dumbfounded look, did she expect you to be beaten by a busted jaw and a little stab wound?
>You swing your Runeblade, a slight green glow faintly seen from the edge. It slices along her her right flank.
>The wound goes a sickly green colour and she yelps in pain from the wound.
>She limps around, a shocked look on her face. "This is the seond time you`ve struck me how-"She stops as she stumbles a bit, looking at her flank.
>The infected area was growing larger.
>"Enough of this, you clearly excel in in swordsmanship. How about your spell work?"
>Your proppeled through the wall of Sugercube corner, not into, but through.
>A few ponies that had gathered to see what the ruckus was fled in sight of you.
>You finished sliding, and rested at the base of the wall of another building.
>You try to stand but your legs don`t work, they`re both broken.
>You stab your sword into the earth and grasp your left leg first and break it back into place.
>The pony walks through the hole in the wall
>You hasten your makeshift healing and break the other one into place. You use your sword as leverage to stand up.
>She`s back upon you, and you have to block another stab with the flat of your blade.
>She prepares another spell and blows you back into the houses wall.
>"Ahhh fuck, there goes my arm..." Sure enough, the last attack caused a piece of debris to shear your arm off.
>It laid a few feet away from you.
>She had her horn pointed at your forhead, a killing blow even on you.
>You had your Runeblade laying against her throat, might not kill her, but you`d be damned to not go down fighting.

>"Why have you come here, Welp?"
>"Just to piss you off princess." She snorts, and kicks her front leg againt the break in your right leg.
>"Sunuva-can't take a joke?" you murmur, your jaw hurting. "An idiot mage set me here, not my choice."
>"Do you expect me to believe that?"
>"Believe me or don`t, I could care less. I mean, doesn`t everyone just love falling several stories and being launched through walls?"
>Blood Worms are crawling from the the slab of flesh where your arm used to be.
>"Truce?" You growl out, not really wanting to get a horn through your forhead at this point.
>She stares at you and you felt something familiar, mental probing? Was she a priest?
>She glares again at you. You had to admit, she had the best damn poker face you`ve ever seen.
>"Lower your blade, we shall get you medical attention and we shall talk about your punishment for all you have caused. "
>If your jaw wasn`t broken, it would've dropped. "Just like that it`s over?"
>She scowled and nodded, nt moving her horn away from your skull.
>"We forgive and forget, not foster grudges and hatred. Consider this your first lesson in the magic of friendship."
>You lower your blade, but keep a firm grip on it. Sure enough, her horn left your facial area.
>You slid your blade onto your back and moved to grab the severed arm on the ground. "Well, that was fun."