Foxxy sped through the oncoming traffic and police barricades around the perimeter of the convention building. The white limo speeding in front of him was gracefully driving through each obstacle while Foxxy’s bike made sporadic turns. The white ninja was shooting very accurate blasts of pressurized air, but the limo was heavily plated and hardly showed signs of damage.
Luckily, a sharp turn caught the driver off guard and as the limo swerved on two wheels, Foxxy manage to land a shot at the back wheel. The limo was now swaying as it raced forward, but after another shot to the side, the momentum on the vehicle caused it to slip onto its side, sliding down the rode into a pole.
The busted limo sat lying on its side as Foxxy pulled up twenty feet from it and hopped off his bike. Drawing his long, black scythe off his back, he carefully walked towards the incapacitated machine. Just then, the door of the limo was kicked straight off it’s hinges and sent flying towards Foxxy.
“Where is she?” Foxxy said lowly, sidestepping the door.
“You mean this little thing?” A head emerged from the limo. It was none other than the infamous, billionaire genius Leo Vi Deci. As he climbed out of the limo, he carried an unconscious Rarity by the mane. His white, long hair showed signs of blood, most likely from the crash of the vehicle.
“That idiot driver.” Leo said, tossing Rarity’s body on the ground next to limo. “Ruining my hair and suit, I’m glad he died.”
At the sight of Rarity’s body, Foxxy strategically began to circle Leo, forcing him to move in sync or to turn his back to Foxxy to safeguard Rarity. Leo made his decision, drawing his thin rapier he lunged at Foxxy. Using incredible speed for such a large weapon, Foxxy parried Leo and they began the intricate dance of sword play.
Lunging and striking Foxxy, with his superior speed, Leo managed to land a great amount of blows. Foxxy swung the great scythe, cleaving the air with its immense power, all he needed was one clean swipe to destroy Leo, metaphorically, ripping the soul straight from his body.
As Leo stepped back for another lunge, Foxxy made a choice. Slamming the blade of the scythe into the ground, he used the momentum to fling his body, kicking Leo in the face and sending him backward. Leo quickly recovered as Foxxy pursued him.
“What a nuisance...” said Leo as Foxxy raised his scythe for the finishing blow.
Leo pressed the trigger on the handle of his sword, and then moved the blade to block Foxxy’s attack.
“That little thing can’t handle the force of my weapon!” Foxxy yelled, swinging the scythe down.
Leo smiled as the blades collided, and Foxxy fell to the ground, paralyzed.
“Funny isn’t, that such a small thing could stop that brutish weapon? Well, with the help of some high voltage.” Leo held down the trigger as an arc of electricity shot between his rapier and the scythe, causing Foxxy’s body to twitch.
Foxxy gurgled while his body gave violent spasms. His hand slowly inching its way on the handle of the Scythe. Along the base of the handle were a series of triggers, if only he could reach them.
“I thought you would have proved to be more of a challenge,” Leo said, raising his foot above Foxxy’s skull.
At last, Foxxy managed to reach the first trigger on the handle, pressing it roughly. The blade and top handles of the scythe disconnected from the rest as Foxxy rolled out of the way of Leo’s foot. It was revealed that the scythe was actually two separate pieces, connected by a long rubber cord.
As Foxxy rolled up and back onto his feet, he whipped the handle he was holding into the air. The rubber didn’t allow the electricity to pass through, but it still moved the blade. As the black blade sprung up, it tore through the leg of a surprised Leo, leaving him yelling in pain.
“YOU CURRR!” Leo screamed as he fell to the ground, crimsons blood shooting from his massive gash.
Foxxy pressed a series of triggers to return the blade and connect it to the scythe. As Foxxy walked over to the pale and bleeding Leo, Leo tried to protect himself with his rapier.
Foxxy raised his scythe, “Like I said, that small thing won’t protect you from true power.” Foxxy slammed down the scythe vertically, cutting Leo almost in two, leaving a large cut in the rocky ground. Foxxy wiped the sweat off his warm forehead, before wiping the blade on the edge of Leo white suit and leaving large red prints.
Foxxy connected his weapon back onto the holder on his back. He slowly walked over to Rarity, who was just regaining consciousness.
“Wake up sleepyhead,” Foxxy said quietly, picking up Rarity and setting her on the back on the bike.
“Wh--Whaa happened,” she asked groggily, glancing at Leo’s body vagueing. Foxxy quickly whipped the cycle around as Rarity clenched onto his back. He turned from the fight and looked towards the convention building which was smoking and flaming.
“Oh nothing happened haha, just a little trouble,” Foxxy tried to sound calm.
*bzzzzzt* “Captain Foxxy come in!” The radio on the motorcycle went off.
“Yeah Andrew?” Foxxy asked, recognizing the voice.
“It’s Fl -- BACK! HIYA! -- It’s Fluttershy! I need you to pick her up! I’m sending you the coordinates now!”
“Got ‘em.’”, Foxxy said as he rode into the distance.
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King and Pinkie sat on top the Statue of Liberty, munching on cupcakes and other assorted candies as they talked about their day so far. They manage to make it away from all the chaos so far.
“And then I met a fan who--...” Pinkie stopped.
King’s eyes opened, “Something wrong kiddo?”
Pinkie’s mane began to twitch as King stood up.
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Spikes was clambering in dusty hallways of the convention building. Coughing small fireballs as the smoke filled his lungs. He stepped into the main lobby and the site that met him wasn’t pretty. Mayhem was strewn about the place as bronies fought for their lives and debris was everywhere and still falling from the broken ceiling.
“Twilight!” he screamed, but it was useless. His yell was lost amongst the many other cries of people being killed down below.
“Goodbye Spikey Wikey.” said a scratchy voice behind him.
Spike turned around to see a man standing there with a shotgun to his face. “Say your prayers you little pest.” he yelled.
Spike closed his eyes and waited for the man to shoot his gun, but instead came a grunt of pain. Spike reopened his eyes to see that the man had been struck by a staff and as he followed the staff to the owner, he was happy to discover Jonathan and Twilight were at the end of it.
“Get on!” yelled Twilight, gesturing to her back with her head. Spike got on her back and started to cry.
“I thought I was a goner!” he sobbed.
“Don’t worry. We have Jonathan to protect us.” Spike looked up at the man, but could not see his eyes through the glaring glass. Jonathan held a stern expression and battered his way through a bunch of anti-bronies with Twilight closely behind him.
“Thank Celestia.” he said before passing out from exhaustion.
Twilight sighed. “Yep.” she said softly.