Canterlot, a very sunny day. Well, maybe it is, can’t be told through the hive of changelings on the outside of the shield. Oh, now their ramming themselves into it, brilliant. Chrysalis really should’ve come up with a better plan than using her children as battering rams. Not like the barrier even matters, the changelings are already through.
Within a minute, the royal guard is defeated. But, the battle is far from over.
Surrounding the city, waiting for their time, is a joint army. The Sponies, earth ponies. Romane Legion, unicorns. Winged Horsearrs, pegasi. With a horn blow that is even louder than the battle going below, they move.
From the east, the Sponies, charging into battle with war cries of death and glory. The Romanes entering an even gallop that keeps them in order as they charge the south side of the city. And the Horsearrs fly down the north mountainside, lances pointed towards the enemy. The changelings move quickly to set up defenses.
They send a distraction force, and a flanking force to face the Sponies. They assumed that their troops had heavy enough armor to allow the time to flank. Doesn’t matter if their armor was made of mithrel, Sponies can pierce anything with their strength. The two forces spot each other, on a thin street. The changeling distraction takes defensive positions, thinking the Sponies would be intimidated by their understanding of tactics. The Sponies look them in the eye, and bang their shields simultaneously. The sound disorientated a few changelings, and they almost run when they see the Sponies charging. They only hold strong by the fact they are a hive mind. The armies meet.
The changelings move an archer regiment against the Romanes, with a sold line of heavy infantry to protect the weak archers. The Romanes march down the street as one, the sight quite strange to the hive minded changelings. They’ve never seen ponies act like one before, and the organization of these ponies confuses them. They put all individualism to the side as the archers open fire. The arrows in the sky nearly blot out the sun like the changelings did themselves. The legionary shouts out, “Protect your brother!”
Thus, the Romanes preformed what is deemed by Equestria as the ‘Romane Cube’. The first row keeps their shields level as the rows behind them hold their shields up. The rain of arrows bounce off the cube as they still walk the same steady pace forward. The archers open up another volley, but it bounces off just as well. Eventually, the archers draw their swords, and the Romanes charge to meet the heavy infantry.
The final changelings move their army into a spear phalanx, at least as well as they can with spears barely two feet long. Their spears are nothing compared to the five foot lances the Horsearrs charge with. The changelings take out a few bows, and open fire at the charging pegasi. The puny arrows bounce off the Horsearrs armor, only managing to take down one with a luck shot through the eye. The two sides brace themselves to collide. The changelings steel themselves, and keep their spears pointed at the mountainside. The Horsearrs only have to look around, and see the wings of their brothers. They charge forward with even greater speed, and the two armies collide.
The three armies shout out one thing before they all collide, “Freedom!”
Then the Winged Hussars arrived. But this time was different, they weren’t in the thick of battle. Instead, they arrive in the countryside between Ponyville and Canterlot, watching the battle play on a telly. They actually got the threatical cut that includes them watching themselves watching themselves watching themselves, and on and on. They clink bottle of vodka together, and enjoy a healthy amount of sausage with pierogis. Veritable feasts for those who don’t fight every hour, but they have a high metabolism rate.
Of course, the sounds of battle nearby and the chaos caused by it woke a certain somebody. Not to mention the chaos from Winged Hussars watching the telly. The stone falls away from Discord, and he comes out of it in rage. His talon, gone, his cloven hoof, his wings! And he is pissed, livid, and many adjectives that can’t be said in the English language. He still has one talon, and an enemy to fight.
He doesn’t even think about what to do when he snaps. All he knows is that it will be wild.
A wall of arrows come flying towards the Hussars. One unfortunate private decided that was the time to take his helmet off. The sound of his hedgehog looking body falling to the ground alerts the Hussars.
“Сул талыг нь хөнөөе! Хятад, Ромын сул дорой шиг тэднийг төгсгөл болгоё!”
The Winged Hussars immediately hop onto their mounts, and take out their sabers. They turn to see Asians in brown coats, with circular caps, bows pointed in their direction. The commander takes out the claw of Discord from his pouch, and snaps it, “Przynieś śmierć tym, którzy chcą nas uderzyć! Pokaż tym Mongołom potęgę Polski!”
The snap makes one thousand men appear in the countryside with them. French and Germans carrying bolt action rifles, with a football between them. The two officers in charge look to each other, “Sont ces hussards ailés? Et des archers mongols? Dans quoi diable avons-nous été convoqués.”
The German nods slowly, “Nun, die Husaren waren Ritter der heiligen Ordnung. Ich sage, wir sollten ihnen helfen gegen die barbarischen Mongolen.”
The French officer nods, before shouting at his troops.
The Mongols draw swords, and start to charge the Hussars that charge them. In the background the sounds of conflict ring true from the city, and artillery is set up, and guns prepared to fire on the Mongols.