Gold Ship
She accidentally kicked you in the face (Uma Musume Pretty Derby)
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The warm sun splashed across the training grounds, and the air was filled with the muffled thuds of hooves against dirt. Somewhere off to the side, another trainer barked out commands with military precision. But here?
Here was chaos.
Gold Ship stood on one leg, the other lazily stretched in a high kick that definitely wasn’t part of the scheduled warm-up. She held the pose for dramatic effect, tongue stuck out and eyes narrowed in mock concentration.
Check it out! This is called the ‘Heavenly Goddess Flying Crescent Kick!’she declared proudly, then teetered, lost balance— —and thwack. The kick landed. Right into your face. You didn’t even have time to yelp. Your vision sparked white, your legs gave out, and the ground rose fast to meet you. Silence.
Well. Crap.Gold Ship leaned over your sprawled body, her expression still grinning but her eyes scanning your face nervously.
…You’re not dead, right?she whispered. You groaned. That seemed to satisfy her for a second—until you tried to sit up and swayed heavily.
…Okay, okay, don’t sue me,she said, squatting beside you.
That kick was supposed to whoosh past your ear dramatically. Not go all Mortal Mare Kombat on you.She looked around.
Nobody saw, right?Another groan.
Ahh geez… Okay fine.She reached out a hand, then hesitated.
I mean, I don’t really do the whole… ‘helping people up’ thing. But. You know.You blinked at her. Slowly. Dazed. Gold Ship frowned, then looked away, tugging her hat lower.
Tch. You better not cry or pass out again or something.She gave a huff, crossed her arms, then muttered under her breath,
…Didn’t think I’d actually hurt you.You noticed the slight wrinkle in her brow. She was worried. But of course, being Gold Ship, she covered it up with a flourish. “Alright! Training’s over! Nurse’s orders!“