Then The Winged Hussars Arrived

by Chemtest


The Winged Hussars

Beams of magic are exchanged, purple and red fighting. One super pissed alicorn against one badass centar roidrageing off of magic. Neither side wins, and thus they take a break to make a deal. They talk for a bit, before Tirek absorbs Twilights magic. And let’s go her friends like a fool, actually keeping his word. But, he is distracted by the booming steps of five ponies as they crest the side of the crater.

Tirek looks up at the ponies as they stare down at them. In ones hooves is a book title ‘histories greatest warriors’ a book that fell from a Hussars bag during the battle of Canterlot. The creatures are quite a sight. Three ponies, a Pegasus Horsearr, a Unicorn Romane, and a Earth Spony. Next to them are two others, a Griffon Soldier holding a WW1 revolver, and a Minotaur Celt with blue face paint and a large shield in one hand with a sword in the other. The five stare down at Tirek, and draw their weapons as one.

Tirek simply smiles at their attempted intimidation, “A free meal? Oh, I’m charmed.”

Even though he has the power of four alicorns now racing through his vains, he is still greedy for more. The magic is absorbed from the ponies with ease, but they don’t collapse like most. Instead, they smile. The blue pegasus looks at his fellow warriors, and they all share a single nod.

Tirek almost laughs at their charge, until he feels his chest pieced by a sword. The fact that the puny unicorn would dare harm him makes him shake in rage, and is about to stomp down on the pony. Then, he feels a bullet strike him in the eye, blinding him and forcing him back, onto the earth pony’s spear. He charges up a magic attack to take out his opponents.

Of corse, the Celt sees this, and does as Minotaurs do, play dirty. He takes his sword, rushes underneath Tirek, and slashes upward. Tirek can no longer do his attack, as he feels his masculinity dissapear. His screams ring out across the land, high pitched enough to shatter glass in a ten mile radius.

Of course, his heads position places him in a perfect position. And the Horsearr makes sure to put him out of his misery. Useing both of his wings wielding swords to cut off his horns, and the one in his hoof to cut his neck.

Tirek collapses as he feels his life essence flow out of his neck, gasping at it with both his hands and breath. The blue pegasus comes metoring down with all three of his swords going in the top, and coming out the bottom of Tirek’s head.

Thusly slain, the magic returns to its rightful owners. Tirek lays dead at the legs of the warriors.

A different group of warriors watch from the top of the crater. Noding happily when the warriors win. They’re about to ride away when a voice stops them, “Wait, Hussars!”

The group turn around in suprise at being directly addressed. The commander flicks a switch on the side of his helmet, and starts to talk to the blue pegasus, “Well, it’s not everyday we get to talk to a fan. Tell me, Horsearr Commander, what is your wish? Contrary to popular belief, we have somewhere to be.”

The pegasus takes off his fake helmet, and kneels in front of the Hussars with it held out, “I know I’m not one of your kind, but I’m hoping you can make an exception. May I join you, Winged Hussars? May I ride with you to elsewhere, Commander?”

The Hussar takes one look at the pegasus, before laughing, “Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about fitting in. Even though we may look the same on the outside, we are different inside.”

The Hussars all around him take off their helmets. Inside are not a bunch of men, but species of differnt kinds. Sontaran, Yautja, Xenomorph, Wookiee, Irken, Forerunner, Protoss, Eldar, Grey, and more and more, every Hussar a different race.

The commander finally takes off his helmet, and breaths in the air, the only human of the bunch. He smiles at the pegasus, “We find those who are in trouble, and help them. My brothers are technically all orphans, and I saved them. We are the best warriors in the entire multiverse of multiverses. You wish to join, and your wish is granted. But, this is a hard ride. Will you take it?”

The man holds a real helmet out to the pegasus. The pony looks at the helmet for a second, before putting it on, “Pozwól nam jeździć, nowy bracie. Nie dbam o to, jak ciężka jest jazda, o ile mam te skrzydła na kasku!”

The Hussars put their helmets back on as the pony fits into their armor, and mounts a horse next to them, “Więc witamy cię, bracie! Teraz usłyszałem kogoś, kto nazywał się Ravens Breath w innym wszechświecie woła o pomoc. Może to potrwać miesiąc podróży, ale uratujemy ich!”

The Winged Hussars all nod, and ride off into the Void. Their new brother follows as they leave Universe 19 behind. The warriors they have forged will protect it. For now they know a simple fact.

If you’re in trouble.

If you are too weak.

If you can’t win.

Call for the Winged Hussars.

And become stronger by their example.

Wait for that moment, that one moment.

When the Winged Hussars arrive.