A moment after Sis said that, lightning struck, and the combatants seemed to take the resulting thunder as a signal to go. Which was just so good.

The centicorn immediately shot another spike thingy, once again at blistering speeds, and once again, it hit the ground, splitting it in every direction.

Wait a sec, where did the last split go? Did they fix the ground in between attacks? I guess that makes sense. It'd be kinda silly to fight in a way that would destroy your house, if you weren't able to easily fix it. 

"THE NEXT ONE WON'T MISS." The centicorn said, expressing surprisingly little creativity for an otherworldly being of incredible power. Guess it's unreasonable to expect every line to be a zinger. Still a little disappointed, though.  

"Sure hope so." Sis said, quickly, as she began running along the edge of the circle, probably in attempt to make herself harder to hit, while she reeled back her rod, seemingly preparing for a strike. 

The centicorn's head, poking out and around the weird smoke stuff, began to turn, seemingly easily keeping track of Sis, despite the thing's large size. Now, I'm not sure if this is because it's good at tracking, or because Sis wasn't actually moving all that fast. Her pace was that of a brisk, Sunday morning jog, actually. 

Regardless, she swung her rod, and her hooked line soared through the air as she ran, almost like a kite, but with a falling arc and slightly more violence.

"FUTILE WEAKLING. YOUR MORTAL TOOLS CANNOT HARM ME." So sayeth the centicorn, as the hook flew into the cloud of smoke.

"I certainly don't doubt that." Sis said, "However..." Quickly, she reeled back her line, and the hook flew back towards her, tearing a chunk of flesh right off the centicorn. Or, flesh equivalent, at least. "... I think you'll find that this is no mortal tool." Sis continued, as the centicorn let out a brief, irritated huff.

"This is the product of thousands of hours, with inspiration from the best and brightest from dozens of realities. Each and every minute detai- BWEHHEHEY!"

As Sis was monologuing, the centicorn shot another spike, just as fast as before, this time, aimed directly at the rod. Sis didn't have a moment to dodge. The rod flew back at an equally impossible speed and with such force that-

Oh... Augh! 

Ahk! 

Are... Are arms supposed to bend like that?

I could feel vomit rising up from within my core, all the way up into my throat. I narrowly swallowed it down in time.

Yeah, looks like they aren't. Augh. Man...

Uh, anyways, Sis was able to keep hold of the rod, though her arm was, well, y'know.

And, to my (and the centicorn's as well, seemingly) surprise, instead of doing, well, anything else, Sis started... Laughing. And, not like, crazy, pained laughter or anything, more like... Tickling. It sounded like she was getting tickled. Which really brought down the mood, to be honest.

"D-D-Dihd... Yhew Hahahonest-t-tly thihihink..." Sis began, trying to get a one liner in, despite fading breath and seemingly uncontrollable laughter, "Th-hahat Iht'd beheh... S-so eashehey..." It didn't take her long to give up and just go back to laughing, as her arm-

AHK! AUUUGHH, THAT'S WORSE-

Ayup... Uh... Ahk...

Gah, that one felt like it was about to go projectile. Whew...

Uh, anyways, as she giggled, her arm quickly twisted itself back into place, all while she's just sitting there, a terrifying giggling mess. Even the centicorn was visibly creeped out by this, and stopped attacking for a moment. 

Y'know... I can't help but feel that this whole scenario is vaguely familiar, somehow... 

Regardless, Sis, giving little time for anyone to digest the events of the past few seconds, got another pretty sizable, clean cut into the giant horse head. 

The centicorn once again let out another just as brief but perhaps more irritated huff, as it blinked hard a number of times, seemingly trying to reassert its mind in reality. 

"It would appear that I've misjudged you." The centicorn said. It was speaking in a softer voice now, but I think it was actually scarier, somehow. This was some phase 2 voice, for sure. "Please, allow me to... APOLOGIZE FOR THAT." It concluded, as about a dozen or so spikes appeared from nothing around their head, lingering in the air. As if that wasn't cool enough, the juxtaposition caused from the abrupt transition from soft voice to hard voice made my heart skip a beat. Sublime. I almost clapped. 

For the brief instant that the spikes were inanimate, at least. After a moment, they shot out towards Sis, at, once again, blistering speeds. Don't wanna clap at that. 

Sis had preemptively raised her fishing rod up in defense, and tried to keep moving as she continued giggling, but, alas, as her already relatively slow movements were hampered by whatever the heck was up with her, it didn't really help much, and she was pelted by the torrent of spikes. Granted, some missed, but most didn't, and those ones, well, stabbed her. Seemingly really, really hard. 

I won't lie, I was horrified by this, initially. I might've even screamed something, in that instant. Hard to see something like that and not get at least a little concerned, after all.

Though, of course, my better mind knew, that, in the end, no matter how many spikes were currently protruding from her body...

"BWWWWWWEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHHEHEWWHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!" 

... Sis is a friggin' immortal.

An immortal that's currently rolling around on the floor, holding her fishing pole to her chest as she clutches her stomach, completely lost in sheer laughter. I think she even started crying, though it was a little hard to tell from this distance. 

To be entirely honest, I find the whole giggling thing to be quite unnerving on several levels, so I've elected not to think about it, at least for now. 

"So." The centicorn began their monologue while Sis was immobilized, which seemed like a pretty poor tactical decision, to be honest, "This is what you meant when you said that. Any normal mortal would have been long past killed by now." The centicorns very serious voice did not pair well with the giggling 8 year old doing a pretty convincing fish on dry land performance. (Which was pretty ironic, given the, well, y'know.) "Please, forgive my rudeness, if you would." 

The centicorn, of course, received no response. Regardless, a satisfied look grew on their face, for whatever reason. Maybe there's some non-verbal communication goin' on here, I dunno.

"Thank you... Now... FACE JUDGEMENT, YOU INSOLENT WORM!" 

Oh, okay. 

Suddenly, coming out of literally nowhere, a giant cartoon anvil came raining down upon the area where Sis was rolling. 

Huh. Well, that can't be good. Wonder what'll happen if that hits her? Normally, one would just get crushed and die, but, she's an immortal, so... Would she just get, like, break every bone in her body, unable to do anything, but still be alive? That'd suck. But, based of that arm thing, her body clearly works differently from that of a normal humans... Would she get, like, turned into a giant pancake, a flat blob of flesh and clothes? Or would the thing just, like, bend around her? Or maybe she'd just, like, clip through the ground? 

I have... No idea. And, frankly, I feel like I don't need that knowledge. And, anyways, I don't think DYN2 would be happy about it if I just sat there and let this happen, so... 

As quickly as my hands could allow, I warped myself over to the bottom of the butte (haha), and as soon as I leapt through, I created a comically large set of wormholes, to meet the comically large anvil falling from the sky, and I made it land safely on the ground, where I was, far out of harms way.

Well, relatively safely. It splashed a bunch of dirt and water into my face and dug into the earth a little bit. Man, I'm gonna need to wash after this. Anyways, I set up the viewing holes again. 

The centicorn seemed understandably confused by the fact that a giant hole in the fabric of reality randomly appeared from out of nowhere appeared for the sole purpose of swallowing the thing they also effortlessly created out of nowhere.  

"WHAT WAS THAT?" The centicorn screamed down at Sis.

Sis, having recovered at least enough to stand and talk, said with little breath, "I... Dhuhnno... C-Couldheh been... Anythihing..."

"How could- THAT BOY! WHERE IS HE? WHERE DID HE GO?" The centicorn said, their head literally spinning around the arena

Huh, are they talkin' about m-

After the briefest of moments, the centicorn's head locked onto my viewing hole, and both of it's eyes seemed to burn into my skull. 

Ah, yep, they are. I guess they saw my little escape when things got started. Makes sense, I kinda did just do it in plain view. I gave them a little wave from the other side of the hole. I have no explanation for this.  

"I SEE. SO, YOU, TOO, HAVE COME TO D-"

I closed the hole before they could finish. Not like I'm about to just let them get a free shot at my head.

And I closed it not a moment too soon, it seemed, as I could see the spike projectile thingy fly at incredible speeds out of the arena overhead, right past the area where I was peeking through. Whew. That was close. I'm no immortal, if one of those things hit me, I'd probably-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HELL WHY DID I TEMPT FATE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

I found myself falling, falling down unto the wet ground below. 

And the spike flew into the ground just head of me. 

And as I lay there on the cold, wet ground, I noticed that the spike also had, resting neatly near the tip of it,

My entire left leg.

This time, I did vomit. 

---

"I SEE. SO, YOU, TOO, HAVE COME TO DIE AS WE- WHAT?" The oversized pony screeched as she realized Bro had closed his thing before they could fire.

"L-looks like yhehou n-need a better trigger finger." I taunted, trying to bring Horsey's back attention to me, now that I've recovered from their last assault. Well, mostly recovered. Moving might be a little hard with these things sticking outa me, but I figure if I pull 'em out, I'm just gonna be back on the floor again, so I'll have to live with it. 

The pony turned over to me, for, like, half a second, and showed what it probably thinks is an intimidating grin. Really, it just made them look dumb. I might start actually laughing soon. "Hardly." It said, still trying to be intimidating. It shot another one of it's stupid spikes, towards where Bro was a second ago. Of course, it missed horribly. What a moron. He's alread-

. . ?

Huh? 

Did... Did that just change directions? Why would it do that? 

Did she just try to hit br- No, no, I saw Bro go to Stars-whatever. That spike was headed somewhere by the base of this thing. Unless he moved, for some reason, there'd be no-

The anvil.

He might've moved to see the-

"What... What did you just do?" 

"I responded to that boy's transgressions." The overgrown pony said.

Wh-what? N-no, "Did... did you just-"

"That boy should have understood the consequences. He entered our fight, and I responded in kind. It's unfortunate that his head was guarded, but a leg should do nicely in its place." 

?

?

!

"Tongue tied, are we? Do you at last understand just how insignificant-"

"Unicorn." I said.

"Pardon?"

"I said, you're a damn unicorn." I said, swinging my rod, letting the line fly towards the oversized pony.

"Don't really see how that's relevant. Have you perhaps gone mad, worm? As you can clearly see, I have-"

"Of course. You clearly have some sort of limited power over creation, as well as some inter-reality travel. You're clearly far more than the average unicorn, I'll give you that."

"F-finally come to see reason, w-worm? If you k-kneel down now, I might just- h-hey, s-stop coming closer-"

"But," I said, looking dead in the horses eye, as my line continued to fly, "your abilities are still very limited. What you can create, how often you can create, the quality of your creations... All so very limited. So very weak."

I saw fire as I stared into that abyss.  

"But, beyond that," I continued. "beyond even you being a unicorn... You.... You hurt Bro, you rotten piece of shit." I jammed the bottom of my rod as deep as I could into their stupid, stupid eye socket. 

"W-WHY YOU INSOLENT-" Another giant anvil appeared above my head. Fortunately, long before it became a real threat, the horse let out a brief, irritated huff. My line had made contact. I ran forward, and, once again, reeled my line.

But, this time, backwards.

"Y-Y-YOU CAN FLY? H-HOW-" Their stupid voice was interrupted by the sound of fake iron hitting the stone tower beneath us.

"You can feel it now, can't you?" I said from atop the horses head. 

The horses head began to sink, pointing towards the ground.

They said nothing, for a while, only unintelligible muttering left their snout. 

"W-what... N-n-no... I-i-it can't..." They eventually muttered out. 

"You're nowhere near my father. And you're nowhere near me."

. . .

The horse sighed. 

"I see." The horse said. I couldn't see them, but I could tell their eyes began to close, as their head sank lower to the ground.

I cast my line out, and it encircled The horn, as the hook sank in.

With that, I got a running start, gripped the rod ever tighter, and leapt off the horses head, down, all they way down to the ground below, to the ground where he was. 

Though it was clear they tried to muffle it as best they could, their terrible cry of pain was audible for a long, long ways down. 

The winds and the storms quickly ceased, and the only remaining rain was the gentle drizzle of ichor upon me as I fell a long, long ways down.