Previously, on IBDF:
"Sweet Celestia's perky nipples, is that what I think it is?"
"Dude! What the buck are you doing?! You're hurting ponies!" / "That's the idea, Padre de la Luna." / "Overture," ... "Why are you doing this? This goes against all we stand for!"
"It's the mother fucking Batman..."
"Hey, bats? Think you can hit that thing in the eye with a deagle?" / "I think I can do that." ... "Give me the gun..."
Godzilla roared as the Hulk landed on his face. "Just throw them away, sergeant." / "Yes sir."
And now, IBDF continues....
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With the entirety of our own forces now in the conflict we were finally pushing back against the Solar bronies. But it was a grueling battle. We might have been doing better were it not for the surprising amount of effort the Solars were putting into killing Technia. Hopefully whatever she was building was worth the forces we were spending to protect her. I think we all had faith that whatever the hell she was making would put down their own massive weapon. The frustratingly still living Gojira.
Thankfully the Lunar ponies head, a strange bipedal/quadrupedal tiger with a cutie mark calling himself Shirotora had some military experience from home, and was putting it to good use organizing us into a fighting force that more than made up for our lack of firepower and numbers. I couldn't help but draw connections to the three hundred some spartans at Thermopylae. Using organization and tactics against a more powerful, but chaotic enemy to stem the tides.
Whereas during the initial engagement individuals from each side merely tried to take out as many from the opposing side as possible, resulting in a spectacular town wide display, now lines had been clearly drawn and the battle had calmed down somewhat.
Shirotora, some Lunar bronies I didn't know, and the others I had been with since the Everfree currently made up the the forward defensive line that protected Technia as the the massive tower of molten lava she was controlling was cooling and forming into a towering steel humanoid. Though it still seemed to be a while before it would possibly be functional. The glances I caught of it as I fought the Solar bronies sparked recognition, but I couldn't quite place it. The fight in front of me took far too much of my attention anyway.
I found it funny how frequently both sides would shout the same war cry as they launched at each other with intent to kill. Had anyone told me a year ago bronies would shout "For Equestria!" at each other before driving home a blade into each others stomach, I'd laughed at them. I found that even the more die hard bronies would rather talk about their favorite pony than do anything fanatical like that. Yet, here I was, doing the same thing myself. A part of me felt some slight embarrassment at the action, however, the screaming and the reminder of what I was fighting for helped to keep me strong.
And strong I was. As was the rest of the BDF. Pinkie's little "unlock" having done wonders for our capabilities. My dual short swords flashed in the fading sunlight and glistened with blood. Not all of which was red in color. I used my wings to kick up dust and aid my movements to avoid fire from the Predator. I slashed open the Xenomorphs head so quickly and neatly he didn't even notice and continued to fight for a moment before he fell over, decapitated.
Pascal was laughing in maniacal glee as he brutally and mercilessly beat the ever living shit out of a single brony. Only bothering to knock back his healthy attackers while he reduced his victims to a pulverized mess of gore. He was absolutely ecstatic when a firebender, who looked quite like Mako, attacked him.
I felt pity for the Mako look alike.
Syntax was taking cover behind the remains of one of Ponyville's many homes. Easily picking off Solar bronies. Though I couldn't see his face he seemed quite calm. Reading his surroundings tactfully, and clinically.
Arrow was getting the stuffing beat out of him. He was pretty high and uncoordinated and as a range fighter, wasn't getting a lot done in the multiple melee scraps he currently found himself in.
The manly black dude from the old spice commercials was throwing diamonds and and remarkably sharp tickets to shows-of-that-thing-you-like from horseback at oncoming Solars.
Trevor and Johnny Klebitz were hitting each other with baseball bats, reminding me of the game I had only gotten three days of play in before I was transported to Equestria. If there was ever a reason to go home.....
A werewolf who went by the name of Were, because fuck originality, was doing some serious damage to a group of vampires and couple of vamponies. Apparently healing from nearly every wound inflicted on him. I had to hold back a chuckle when he, after having defeated the last of the group, ripped the leg off of one of the corpses and carried it over to Shirotora, who was using his claws to cast magic I've never seen before in addition to using them and his own teeth as blades. It was quite a sight as Were dropped the leg at Shirotora's back paws and panted, wagging his tail. Shirotora ignored this in favor of continuing the fight. Resulting in a whining wolf pushing the leg closer with his nose.
My amusement at the situation was cut short by the sound of a loud foghorn. And I do mean loud. Followed by an equally loud voice coming from massive speakers. Though I couldn't see any.
"Oh, yeah! It's Kaijū stomping time mother fuckers!" Everyone stopped fighting to see that, despite the best efforts of the Solars, Technia managed to finish her machine. A dark gray, with the occasional red striping, Jaeger.
Though this one had a massive screen as a kind of face plate, showing the maniacal, gleeful expression on Technia as she was undoubtedly inside of it. Though we could only see her face, it wasn't hard to judge the rest of her. The Jaeger giving away all her movements. Which currently consisted of slamming a fist into an open hand.
Wait, wasn't she a pony? Fuck it, she was human once, I'm sure her brain can figure it out.
The battle beneath her failed to resume as both sides, some still locked in mid fight, watched in awe while she stepped over us, preparing to crush a lizardy head in her hands.
Like unattended children at a fireworks show, all of us moved toward the titans despite the obvious danger. This fight would no doubt be entertaining, and the winner would determine the outcome of the war. No matter how many we killed, or put out of the fight, it was up to Technia and Godzilla to win. Now I know how Harry's team felt whenever they played Quidditch.
For a brief moment the two did nothing but stare at one another. Then Godzilla unleashed a roar, shaking his head as dog might when drying off as he did so. Technia responded by slapping him across the face, sending him bodily into Town Hall.
"Shaddup. You talk too much." Cheers went up from the Lunar bronies at the death of Godzilla. All that time and effort, and that was all it took to kill him. A back slap to the face. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Which was, of course, the right thing to do as those little bastards lied to me. As Technia celebrated her surprisingly easy victory she was hit from behind by an enraged irradiated saurian. A total of ten homes were lost underneath her. I vowed to do everything in my power to fix up Ponyville if we won, if I had any power left that is, all that I had was given by Overture, and clearly Shirotora had earned his spot at the head of the Lunar bronies. Maybe I'll just talk to him afterwards.
Godzilla lay over Technia's Jaeger, pushing on it with his forearms in an attempt to get up. He finally succeeded in doing so but wasn't on his feet for long. A double row of metal parted from the Jaegers back and slid to the outside, revealing a dozen massive guns, six in each row, that simultaneously opened fire on the beast, irritating it and knocking it back.
As she got up the flaps that revealed the guns folded back in, but the metal on her back continued to shift and move slowly forming a new weapon. A titanic sword that had no right to be used as such that she flung around with surprising ease.
"Time to die you piece of shit." and with that she lunged forward, sword to her side ready to be thrust forward. Godzilla was too quick, however, and side stepped her advance using his tail to trip her. She didn't let that stop her from her goal, though. As she fell into the remains of Town Hall, she quickly turned her torso around, using her added momentum to fling the massive sword in Godzilla's direction.
Thinking itself momentarily victorious it didn't bother looking back at the machine, instead letting out a roar of triumph before getting back into the fight. That was all Technia needed. Godzilla's roar was cut short as a hulking building of a sword pierced its throat. It wasn't an instant kill though. The makeshift crowd continued to watch and listen to the monsters wet gurgles and watch as gallons of blood poured beneath it as it fell. First to its knees, then finally its head. Its eyes never closed when it finally died.
Having learned her lesson the first time, Technia ignored the screams of disgust when she crushed its head underneath one of her huge metallic feet.
"I will show no mercy to any brony that threatens the life of a pony. Surrender, join us and together we may yet better the lives we have destroyed today. Surrender and live. Those of you who wish to harm ponies under Overture's falsehoods of the greater good, know this: Within the span of 12 hours I, with little effort, built this machine which killed the one and only God motherfucking zilla. If you think you can stand a chance I urge you to try." At that she ripped the sword from the corpse and slammed it nearly halfway to the hilt in the ground between the front lines. It was still about four stories tall.
Just about every Solar brony made signs of surrender and walked to stand with the Lunar bronies.
Finally. Finally we could repair the damage we caused.