The auburn skies washed over hills, rivers and plains of blood. Metal clashed, and ponies fell. The Order of the Knight's Stone housed the great earth ponies, armors sturdy and refined that it'd take draconian scaled blades to break the armor entirely. The Order of the Knight's Wind housed the great pegasi ponies, their aerial dominance and light armor feared throughout the continent. Finally, the Order of the Knight's Matter, housing the great unicorn ponies, their volatile selves feared for many generations.
These Orders of the three tribes would all soon meet in blood and steel. The day lifted itself like a warm blanket of unforgiving realization plastered across the lands, as history itself would be scarred forever through the pony's darkest days.
Justicar was just an earth pony part of this great Order. Blackened iron and steel draped over his entire attire, every millimeter of fur and flash covered by the famed Cold Steel forged by the toughest of earth ponies in the snow mountains of Cristallene. A triangular shield outlined with iron with a wooden base with his Order's insignia on it, along with a scabbard holding his sword. A plume draped over his closed burgonet, six strips of iron draping over his vision, making him a terrifying foe.
His blue cape flowed like silk, it's fabric flapping like a river would gracefully dwell down through his homelands. Although being a mere member of the Order, he was a formidable fighter on the ground. Marching with such a bottled pride, he kept on his hooves as he traversed through an unknown, dark green plain under a dimming sky that would soon turn auburn from blue.
In his left ear, he could hear the firm tone of his leader, Sir Pencer scream, "HALT! PEGASI ON THE FRONT!" With that, he glanced to the horizon, and saw the lightly armored pegasi line up in a scarce but single line, their red cloaks flapping and flickering with such a bloodthirsty fervor for being lifeless. The pegasi merely held shoulderpads, light back and front protectors with blades on their wings and hooves for divebombing tactics. A true earth pony killer.
Glancing towards his own line, he could make out about five hundred ponies, all in five groups bunched into squares. One by one, like a crowd performing a wave in the stands, they spread out, and so did his group.
Shifting of armor and small voices could only comfort him for such a short time before a crackle exploded in the sky and one of the pegasi flew down like a bird who was shot with a precise hit. Immediately, screams erupted as steel clashed in the distance as the pegasi dove out of view. Colorful explosions and the smell of mana exhaust hit Justicar's nostrils like a flame.
"LET'S GET IN THERE, COLTS!" Pencer screamed, and the five-hundred ponies sounded the charge, their screams independent but united with a brotherly love.
Each pony charged with unarmed but armored gusts, reaching for their swords while on three hooves with stabilized mastery as the blades shimmered a thick blob of fearless killing.
They climbed the hill, and soon came to the top, where Justicar spotted a mad house of blood and death. The pegasi were getting stomped out because of the unicorn's ability to counter the sky, but not the ground. Each race had counters; the pegasi countered the ground but useless against unicorns, the earth ponies stomped the unicorns but were devastated against pegasi, and the unicorns easily dwindling the pegasi but useless against earth ponies.
No time to take in the details of the unicorns, Justicar screamed that his own vocal chords rattled in anxiety and adrenaline. The overnumbering and overpowering line of earth ponies stomped down the hill, pegasi taking notice. Instantaneously, blurs clashed into the lines, taking a few good ponies before they could even taste battle for the last time.
Lunging forwards towards a blur that decided to target him, Justicar slashed the air just in time for the poor bastard's right appendage to be severed, and the pony slammed into the ground quickly as he came. Quickly picking up his momentum once more, he rejoined his surviving comrades and lunged into the mosh pit of unicorn and pegasi, now with an earth pony twist.
Slashing the first unicorn's horn off, and then proceeding to stomp his side to make him cough blood and die quickly, Justicar was sure to move onto the next one as he dove the blade into the unicorn's head. With a wet slap, he slid the blade out as crimson colors stained it, but paid no attention. A grounded pegasus nearby was holding a comrade off with it's hoof blades, and proceeded to push the heavy earth pony off it's being, but had no energy to block Justicar's countering stab, which dug into his chest with a pluck.
Squealing in pain, the pegasus attempted to grab parts of the blade that wasn't embedded into him to keep himself stable and alive, but to no avail as he lazily flew his hooves around before collapsing dead.
"TODAY, VICTORY! TOMMOROW, JASRKIN!" Justicar could hear Pencer screaming as few pegasus remained with plenty of unicorns remaining. Blinking, Justicar spotted in his peripheral a pegasus and unicorn fighting where no survivors remained but themselves, and he broke off the party to silence them both.
Galloping towards them, he could hear the steel clashing even if he was a mile away. It was nearly heavenly to him, it was life. His lover, and his killer. He was born into it, and he would never abandon it.
Lifting his blood crusted sword, he jumped over the hill and spotted the two exhausted in the final stages of the duel, over a small pond that they were unnoticeably sinking into. Landing somewhat far away from them, he panted as he lifted his sword and prepared another battlecry, rushing towards the two. The blades danced with each other like a stallion and a mare in a ball, and screeched from the friction like sharpening a knife. The three were intertwined with each other, each movement a graceful and respected flick as they danced a fatal performance with each other.
One mistep was all it took, and the three would be ended for it.
With a combined spray of blood and flesh, Justicar found himself impaling the pegasus through his stomach and out his shoulder blade, with the unicorn's blade wedged into his left lung to his right lung and heart, poking out of his side. Although, the unicorn had a blade stuck in his sternum, poking out of his back.
The three shared looks of defeat with each other before equally plummeting into the pond, their blood mixing with each other and the water as it gave a dim glow. Vines slowly wrapped around the trio, branches and mud sinking into their wounds with a glowing vigor. Instantly, they sunk into the water, forgotten to the world but one observer.