Satyrn became driven by a rage unknown to anypony until then. Her teeth grit as she stood up. Glaring back as Satellite, she unsheathed her gunblade once more. The king straightened himself and looked down on her. Satyrn tensed up, as her fury became ever more compelling.
“You won’t get away with this!” Satyrn exclaimed
The king smiled a sinister smile once more
“Just watch me try.” he replied.
Before she could make the first move, her ears perked as she heard a low drone emit from Satellite’s horn. She grabbed the body and dashed away from the center of the room. Suddenly a blast shook the room, knocking Satyrn with the corpse back towards the wall. Satyrn quickly regained focus and saw that the floor had been pulverized by an energy blast. She turned to see Satellite’s horn emanating with a bright green aura.
The king started charging another blast. Satyrn dashed across the room, attempting to evade the next blow. She lunged away as she heard the burst. Again, she landed safely away from the attack.
“SATYRN!” Sylver shouted from outside the throne room. He stood up, still injured, and watched the battle intently. Sylver’s infantry also watched in horror.
Satyrn evaded each volley of shots and beams jetting from Satellite’s horn. Eventually, she began flying from one side of the room to the other, building up momentum. Satellite’s attacks grew more vigorous and frequent; his arrogant smile becoming a scowl of uncertainty. Had he underestimated a mere pegasus? Despite every effort the king made to hit Satyrn, she eluded every attempt.
“Seize her!” the king shrieked to the creatures circling the room, but they simply watched.
Satyrn increased her pace, now circling the throne room in a rapid orbit around Satellite. The king could not keep up with her movements and began to erratically attacking in every direction. His panic became Satyrn’s advantage.
“It’s over.” the pegasus whispered to herself.
She charged towards Satellite at incredible speed. In an instant, her blade penetrated the king’s armour and into his chest. His attacks ceased and he watched as the girl tore into him. He gasped and coughed as the pain pulsated through his body. Satyrn was enraged, feeling nothing but the most profound hatred. She took her blade and started shifting its position from horizontal to vertical. As she did this, dark blood burst from the wound. The blade cut through everything, producing highly grotesque sounds that echoed throughout the room. Eventually, Satyrn had the gunblade submerged inside of him; the barrel was pointed towards the king’s skull.
“Just watch me try.” she taunted.
Finding the trigger, she fired a fatal shot. The amorphous creatures fled the room, opening the barrier. Whatever was left of the king became listless. Satyrn recovered her blade, soaked in a variety of fluids and objects.
Briefly, she smiled before hitting the ground and blacking out. Sylver and the others rushed in just as Satyrn fell unconscious.
Perhaps she let herself become no better than her oppressor for a moment in a time. Satyrn’s inexorable madness drove her to fight a cruel end as a result of the anguish she was enveloped by. Was it truly a paramount resolution? To torment her enemy out of a thirst for vengeance? Whatever the case, the confrontation would serve to change Equestria forever. Gone, it seemed, were the days of friendship as the only form of diplomacy the world could manage. Surely, companionship was a necessary means for harmony, but it was imperative that everything had taken a dark turn from the magic of friendship.
It was the fall of innocence.