“Finally I’ve got one that works” the man thought as he happily loaded his newly made shell into his gun. It had been 2 years since he landed in this strange place but finally things were coming together. The animals feared him due to him being a skilled hunter as well as having an intimating armor. Hell, it had gotten to the point were all he would have to do is play his flute and most creatures would cower in fear and now he had found a way to make more ammo for his gun albeit crudely.
"Now all it needs is a field test" So once again he set out into the forest to find some prey. As he walked he couldn't help but feel thankful that his father had taught him so many skills from how to survive in unfamiliar circumstances. Mostly making his own weapons from scratch "God bless ya dad... And God bless the marines too for teaching you all that stuff. Lord knows without it I’d be dead" he smiled as he continued to wander for a few hours being careful to remember the way back to the base of the large oak tree that he had been using as his home.
Suddenly a loud roar echoed from a few yards away calling the man’s attention as he quickly rushed over to see what could make such a roar and then he saw it, a Manticore advancing on two ponies. Now the man had always been fond of the ponies that he had seen from the edge of the forest, and they seemed peaceful and the man didn't want to see any violence or fear among the pony folk so for the most part he had stayed hidden but this was an emergency. The lives of those ponies rested on him and he'd be damned if some over-sized furball was gonna kill them here.
Still probably best not to shoot if he didn't have to at least not with the ponies around, so he played his flute as a warning. At first it seemed to work as the Manticore was certainly frightened. Though he readied his shot just in case the thing tried something, and low and behold it did. “You stupid bastard I was gonna letcha go but oh well..." as the beast lunged for the ponies the man let loose his bullet and took the beast down "Whelp. I guess now I know it works but... what the hell do I do now? If I leave it there I’ll be wasting a meal that could keep me fed for a while, but if I get it they'll know I’m here." he thought.
The growling of his stomach quickly turned the tide of the argument and he fetched his prize, stopping only to look at the ponies he had saved before rushing off. “Smooth." he thought "Very smooth."
as you can tell this chapter is just kind of a buffer between segments of twi's and pinkies story so yeah hope you like it.