//------------------------------// // Reporting The Killer Toom! Comber VS. The Detective And Deputy! // Story: Ponyville's Biggest Threat // by MLPkillers //------------------------------// The Mane 6 stopped at the station, Twilight planning to go in alone, last time they all went in like herding cows, the department was annoyed and seem to suspect them? “Darling, you sure you want to go In alone?” Rarity asked, feeling like she was being left behind. “Yeah, why can’t we all just go in?” Rainbow Dash asked bluntly, she was the element of loyalty, if she was Twilight, she would invite them in, after settling them down of course; even though that ain’t her style; she likes to hype ponies up. “Because Rarity and Rainbow Dash, last time we went in, like a horde of ponies freaking out, which we were, they seemed to be annoyed and we’re a little hesitant to help us, and maybe they suspected us, this time I can do this alone, trust me.” The group had no choice, but to trust Twilight, after all, she’s the one who was attacked, not them; maybe she does have a point, if too many no witnesses went in, they will spill time. Twilight is most known not to tell lies, even though her element is magic and not honesty. “We’ll be here if the creek doesn’t rise Twilight.” Applejack insured Twilight she and the rest of the group will remain outside; the announcement at the first funeral advised against this. Twilight gave the group one last smile, before walking up the stairs and into the station, she’ll be okay in there definitely, and they should be safe outside of the police station, right? The chief looked up, hearing the doors open, the deputies were ready to detain, they all were prepared for the killer if he decided to come in through those doors; they have plans if he tried anywhere else. The chief was happy to see Twilight, remembering her, she came in here to report Fluttershy’s murder; at the time he felt sorrow for her and the group, and now that emotion has risen again. He waited patiently for her to approach the desk, being watched carefully by the deputies, Twilight felt a little uncomfortable the way those deputies looked at her, but the series of events that have taken place in Ponyville explains it; is any deputy or detective searching for the killer? Twilight thought to herself. She stopped at the desk, the chief turning his head from his papers. “I’m happy to see you’ll still okay, Mrs. Sparkle, I heard you were put in the hospital, they reported some information you told them, nothing incriminating to you of course. I assume you’re here to report more in detail now?” Twilight was a little bitter at the chief’s words, and that joke wasn’t funny, he wouldn’t know what it felt like to be chopped with a hatchet or get hit with an axe like your piece of bark needed for a fire. She was relieved the hospital reported the information she told them, less for her to explain. The chief slid a report form to Twilight, her eyes widen a little; she was expecting to talk, not write. “I thought I was going to give the information in words, not write.” The chief smiled and looked a pen over to the bitter mare; she left the pen there, not wanting to report it in writing, but she reluctantly thought why; he must know who in detail she is, so she could give them an accurate description in writing for them to use; other than words that aren’t saved on a piece of paper; Twilight took the pen and a clipboard from the desk; she wasn’t standing to fill this report out, would you? She walked to a chair; the one that looked comfortable and not uncomforting to your sides or back. She sat down in it; starting the report; the first thing would be when she meets the other black colt she suspected to be the killer; turning out she was far wrong. --- “I hope you’re prepared and ready my friend; this is going to be a heck of a struggle.” The detective whispered to the deputy, they were right behind Comber rock, on the bushes; these bushes were painful to conceal in; the branches are sharp and pointy, the branches are hard and made of wood, some had little thorns on it, this must be a rose bush or something of that kind? The detective created a copy of himself, teleporting it in the other bushes, that pegasus must’ve told him we’re here, his ears perked up at the sound of the rattling leaves. This was where the duplicate was. The deputy had his hoof on his taser, the other on the ring, he was ready when giving the order. The false detective came out of the bushes, running at Comber, acting like he was going to shoot him because his hoof was on his gun pouch, the assassin got up and smiled, he knows him very well, so of the detective has a death wish, he can fulfill it. Comber attacked the fake, realizing this was a trap he fell into; he looked behind him at the bushes, realizing somepony grabbed on the back; it was the detective; he tried to restraint Comber, the deputy jumped at Comber, attempting to put the ring on the horn; Comber, powerfully got up, knocking the detective to the ground. The deputy was slapped in the face, before getting kicked through two gravestones, he was down, bleeding from the mouth, the ring dropped; Comber smiled, knowing that conceals magic, he walked to it and stomped on it, crushing it after 3 stomps. He turned to the detective who was the closest to him; the deputy was 15 feet away from them; he hit him hard; knocking him unconscious for a very short limit. Comber's sinister smile frightened the detective. The detective looked on the ground, realizing a knife, it looks like that was used for the massacres in Ponyville; has to be, has no brand on it and an assassin is wielding it. Comber picked it up and put it in his bag; before starting the conversation with his old friend. “Look what the station brought; what’s up, Commer?” The assassin said in an evil tone. The detective already knew this plan would’ve failed; well... Plan A that is. The detective signaled the deputy to release a net over Comber, it fell, Comber heard it, looking up, but he couldn’t evade it. It fell on top of him, he got up, attempting to cast a teleportation spell, but this net is similar to his job’s facility; you can’t teleport inside it or out of it. Comber smiled, hatching a plan; he didn’t need to manipulate them, he knows how to easily get out of it. The deputy ran to the detective with his taser drawn just in case Comber tried something. “We did it, he's caught and now he shall face his punishment for the sins he has committed in this village!” The deputy celebrated, knowing they did what other police stations couldn’t; the deputy was a foolish colt to think it would be this easy or even possible at all. The detective was nervous, he knows Comber well, he hurried up and grabbed his taser, suspecting Comber of escaping through the net and most likely killing them. Comber starts to giggle, it’s time to show of some techniques. “Celestia Cancel.” The magic around the net disappears, Comber quickly grabbed his knife and cut it; the deputy shot his taser at Comber, wanted to debilitate him; Comber teleported in front of the two; the detective planned he was going to do this, he had a smirk on his face as the tasers accurately hit Comber, shocking him to the ground, it felt like knives were stabbing him all over his back and torso. The deputy charged Comber, halting because Comber got up; it was clear he was resistant to pain; the detective yelled at the deputy; he needs to use his gun; make sure not to hit him in a fatal part. The deputy shot Comber in the side of his torso; it penetrated through the liver, stomach, and the bottom of the left lung. This was it for Comber; he was furious at them. He ripped the taser off him before falling; blood leaking onto the graveyard, the deputy shot him in his four hoofs, making sure he can’t get up. The detective thought he was going to kill him, so he ran to the deputy and hit his gun up, causing a misfire. “You can’t kill him!” The detective angrily told his partner. Comber quietly cast a heal spell, he got up, the deputy noticed this and aimed his gun at him; Comber looked like he was going to kill somepony, the detective warned the deputy to get out of the way, he listened, he barely dodges Comber’s knife. He shot at Comber, Comber evaded it; it appeared he activated a speed spell. He teleported, hitting the deputy off guard, Comber grabbed him by his left-back hoof and swung him down to the ground like a hammer, he did this three times, until the detective punched him in the right side of his face; Comber threw the deputy with a lot of strength at a tree; branches fell on him, covering him with wood and leaves; the tree shook back and forth, stomping after reporting this action two times. The detective was 10 hoof steps from Comber; he needed to know his ambitions. Comber notices the deputy’s gun; he stomped on the barrel and broke it. He gruntingly turned to the detective. “You’re lucky I didn’t kill him.” Comber said with a calm, but very angry tone. The detective kept his composure; he did not let Comber know he won; how did he? The detective has a little more powerful magic than him. “What’s your ambition Comber, to kill everypony in this village?” The detective decided to ask the assassin with curiosity. The assassin laughed. He knows only the old him and not the new. “My ambitions are to complete my jobs, that’s it, I don’t kill innocent ponies.” The detective believes he was being lied to. There’s no way that’s the truth. “If that’s the case, why did you murder Fluttershy in cold blood!?” The assassin smirked, he didn’t kill Fluttershy. She’s wasn’t as innocent as he says she is. “I didn’t kill Fluttershy.” Comber calmly replied, this only infuriated Commer. He knows he’s lying. “Tartarus crap! Your knife that fell during your tussle with my partner proved it! I checked all knives that have been crafted, yours is not crafted in this region!” Comber blinked at Commer. It was like he knew he can’t lie his way out. That detective doesn’t know the origin of his knife; it’s not crafted, it’s created out of nothing. Comber smirked turned to a grin. “My old friend, I suggest you get your friend and leave; you know as well as I do you can’t arrest me, you can’t defeat me.” Comber bluntly suggested. The detective knew Comber was right, but he insisted to arrest him; he won’t be brought down by mental warfare. The detective turned to the unconscious deputy; running to him and healing him; seems like more than one unicorn knows that spell? After healing him, he teleported back to his recent position, facing the assassin of legend. He’s going to bring him in, but first, he needs to lose his weapon; with that weapon, he could kill the detective easily. “I know you’re a colt that fights for a challenge, so-!” The detective felt confident this would make Comber do the same thing; he tossed his gun pouch to the side; positioning it rightly; if the deputy woke up; he’ll be able to use it; hopefully, he doesn’t try to kill him again. Comber was confused at first, but recognized what the detective was doing; a fight with no weapons; this intrigues Comber indefinitely. “I’m going to take in you in by defeating you!” The detective said with confidence. Comber wanted to laugh; the detective can fight? That’s humorous to him; he bet even Fluttershy could’ve put up a better fight than him; well, at least when she was furious; he still only in the end, toyed and completed his job It was a job well done, but it’s still depressing. Comber dared the detective to attack him; planning to go on defense and use counters to inflict damage to the detective. The detective might not of taken martial arts as his old friend did, but he sure is smart and won’t be lured into a trap; if they are going to throw down and battle; Comber and he will charge; he’ll toss his gun pouch to make Comber put his knife up also, but his gun will be reachable to the deputy; he’s going to need his help with his old friend; he knows this is a battle he won’t win, but stalling him is the least he can do. “I’m not falling for that Comber, if we’re fighting, we’re both charging each other at the same time!” The detective commanded. He knew how Comer fights a little bit, but that was long ago; he might fight differently now? This question will be figured out. Comber smirked, his friend seems to remember him. He probably still thinks he’s a monster as the data in the computer says; of course, this data is corrupted. Comber got out of his fighting stance; he smirked at the detective; seems he’s still kept his brightness since high school; his smarts are what makes him dangerous. “So you want two offensive, alright, but this will be your last and you know that.” Comber said with confidence; he knew he would win against the detective; he’s not much of a fighter, he more of a scientist if anything; Comber is a fighter, however, and he joined his game; he’s going to play and lose. The detective knew he had to disarm Comber of his knife; in some ways, that’s more hazardous than his own gun; this thought was answered as Comber teleported his bag to a safe place; his magic safe with all his bits in it; the only banking you can trust. Comber looked closely at the detective’s eyes; he knew there was some hesitation to the detective’s decision to fight him, but to him, this could prove interesting; especially since the old records recorded him as being a monstrosity. The detective stared at the assassin, he was ready as he could be; he raised his confidence and hopes to beat his old friend; but if entire police stations can’t arrest him, what hope does he have? Comber dashed at his friend, he responded by doing the same; Comber punched his friend in the left side of the of his check; Commer hit Comber in the nose to debilitate him; this, however, prevailed to be nothing but a fake assumption; they both slide back from each other; the detective was bleeding from the mouth; Comber wasn’t bleeding at all. The detective suspected he used a heal spell, but there weren’t any bright flashes; is it possible he’s that durable? The detective healed himself. “You punch harder than the rest, but neither the less; you will fail this exam!” Comber mocked his friend; knowing he hates being called a failure in academic achievements. Comment ignored him, knowing he was trying to make him lose focus, but it didn’t work. Comber attacked the detective; the detective attempted to evade the incoming attack, but the assassin predicted he would move like that and that attack landed; Comber tried to apply more attacks; the detective teleported a distance; he teleported around Comber 5 times; trying to confuse him; Comber wasn’t confused; he caught the incoming attack; the detective smiled back; knowing his attack was going to be caught; Comber was shocked with magic electricity. The detective with quick thoughts; attacked Comber, hitting him in the nose; the attack looked ineffective; Comber Went to punch the detective in the face; the detective teleported and evaded the attack; Comber looked flustered; the detective notices a very small amount of wind that blew by him; Comber attacked as hard as he could; he was glad he evaded that attack or he could possibly face a concussion due to blunt force trauma; this would only be from one attack; if he continued it would be death. The detective thought of a plan; a magic ball developed in his hand; he looked at Comber with a narrow face; Comber held his breath; the detective threw it at his feet; causing lots of thick smoke to surround the assassin; Comber’s horn illuminated, casing a face shield around his face; he knew that smoke had some type of neurological chemicals to knock a pony; Comber focuses his attention to his legs; pressing hard on the ground as he jumped from the smoke and punched the ground where the detective used to be; the ground had a crack in it; it was small, but this shows how powerful Comber is; Comber magic mask reverted; he looked around; not spotting the detective. The detective was in a bushy dead tree. He created a magic taser; aiming it at the assassin; he shot it at him; he notices it, but I was too late as it punctures the skin on his back; he was shocked with a ton of voltage; this taser was more powerful than the original taser; the voltage was higher and the straps were more thicker; it was created with magic; it seemed if the detective created this taser just for him. Comber didn’t yell, but it was clear it stung a little; how is so tolerable to attacks? Comber muttered a sentence; canceling the two taser lines and their points; Comber bleed a little, but it was paced with a heal spell. Comment couldn’t believe he knew a spell to cancel his magic, how is that possible? Comber gave the detective a death glare; it was clear he was going to attack so the detective was ready to evade at any time; he can’t keep doing this; his magic will wear at this rate. Comber charged to the detective’s location; the detective was ready; his eyes observing; his ears listening, he has a plan to stop this monstrous assassin. Comber stopped at the tree; looking up; as he got in his stance; leaves on him from the detective; this only annoyed Comber more; Comber focus with his hips and body; he was going to knock this tree down in a signal attack; before he hit the tree; he notices the detective left and turned a 180° degrees to the authority. The detective was 20 hoof steps away from the assassin; he responded by teleporting almost too close to the detective. “You can’t arrest or defeat me; just give up and leave while I’m giving you a chance.” Comber bluntly told his old friend. He didn’t want to severely harm his friend, but he will if he doesn’t take his invitation and leave. “And for what? You will only murder more innocent ponies if I don't stop you!” The detective yelled at his friend; he needs to know what’s he doing is wrong. He knows he’s responsible for the massacres in Ponyville; he can’t lie his way out and he knows that. “You can stop a beast with no gun friend, it would tear you apart.” Conner replied metaphorically. The detective only got angry at Comber’s analogy; he’s going to pay and the time will be today. Conner was getting annoyed the detective wasn’t fighting him without magic; really, all he was doing is evading and avoiding combat; Comber thought up a way to restrict him of his magic and the way is simple; his horn lit, making the detective flinch and nervous; magic thought swiftly and surrounded the detective with magic; mutter a few words before the detective cast a spell that nullified Comber’s magic surrounding him and countered him with an average shock. It didn’t hurt the assassin, but it did warn him of his friend’s counterspells. Comber smirked; he knew that wouldn’t be a problem anymore; he no longer can use his magic, this effect is only temporary, and therefore, will not last very long. The detective attempted to use his magic to see if Comber blocked or restricted his access to his own magic; finding out, he did and the detective cursed his friend for doing so; this could now be a fatal situation. Comber walked towards the authority, he was immensely confident to fight his friend and show him why he was called the legendary assassin; Comber didn’t even know he had that title, and he doesn’t care really; ranks don’t matter; so long ranks are corrupted and need fixing, but you can’t fix a jarhead; the lid won’t fit such an open container. Conner stopped in front of the detective looking into his flustered eyes; he knew the detective was in a panic mindset right now; he might want to change that to a combative mindset, otherwise, it would be too easy. Comber smirked at the detective; the detective of course didn’t like this; he looked upset and angry, paralleled to each other. “You should’ve listened to me when you had the-!?” The detective attacked Comber, his hoof almost hitting him in the bottom jaw; it was caught by Comber; Comber was swift with the defense; he wasn’t like that initially; Commer attacked the assassin again; having that hoof caught; Comber twisted the hoofs; he didn’t and won’t use magic; he made the detective swirl a little before punching him with a powered punch in the nose; fracturing it; blood leaked down the nose; onto the ground; the detective fell to the ground in pain and shocked how hard Comber hit him; could he be holding more strength back; it doesn’t seem like it. Comber leaned over his friend; giving him a cold expression; he should’ve listened to him when he told him to grab his friend and leave; now it seems the assassin will turn to be a killer and slaughter Commer. The detective tried to kick Comber; but had his back hoof caught; Comber smirked at the detective; it was clear what was going to happen; the detective wanted to beg him not to, but he was going to do it; this will hurt tremendously. Comber used all his strength to lift the detective with a hoof and slammed his body to the gloomy, grassy ground; after the 3 times; the detective started to bleed from his mouth; it seems Comber damaged an internal organ or vessels; this is bad; the detective knew he can’t win; is his old friend really going to kill him, just like that? Before Comber could punch Commer in the face; his hoof had a bullet shot through it; the detective turned to where I came from and saw his friend, the deputy; Comber looked through his hoof and at the deputy; yeah, that bucking hurt, Comber didn’t show any emotion to the deputy; he’s just an annoyance and that’s it. Comber's attention was on the deputy; who had him at gunpoint. “You again, you’re so-!?” The deputy cut Comber off; he was furious about what Comber did to him; he hoped he enjoyed that bullet wound; evidently, he didn’t cause he healed it just now. “Shut the buck up and don’t move your monster! I’ll shoot you dead if you so much move a muscle!” The deputy commanded Comber to stand perfectly still; his life was on the line; Comber was now angry with the deputy and he wasn’t going to listen; he moved a muscle towards him; before the deputy shot at him; he disappeared and reappeared behind him; the deputy quickly turned and shot; but Comber predicted the trajectory of the bullet and was on the ground; with quick thinking; Comber kicked the gun up in the air; before elbowing the deputy in the face; the deputy asked him, but this was a failure; the attacked was caught and Comber was showing no mercy to the detective; he jumped while having a grip on the deputy who failed his next attacked; Comber let the Hoof go at the last moment and stomped on it, fracturing the bones and causing the bone to pop out of the hoof; the deputy let his mouth riot; that hurt so badly that it felt like a hot anil being stabbed in and out the backside of the hoof; he no longer felt the hoof nor could he control it; he turned to Comber who stepped the hoof and smirked at the detective. “You are a baby you know that. You’re pathetic, and that’s why you’re going to die.” Comber mocked the deputy; irritating him; he tried to stand up, but it was a failure with four hoofs; he had to settle with two hoofs; Comber laughed at the way he stood; it’s embarrassing that happened to him. The deputy cursed Comber. “You’re bucking going to jail and it’s going to be for life at least!” The deputy yelled at Comber; letting him know impediment to being sentenced is coming. Comber rushed and punched the deputy in the stomach, knocking him to the ground; he mocked him by letting him know not to leave himself wide open like that; this infuriated the deputy who submitted to the damaged felt to him as he fell at Comber's hoofs; blood was coming from the mouth and nose; it was clear that attacked finished the job; he should die from external bleeding. The detective got up and turned to the scene; his friend was in critical condition; this wasn’t what his friend was in school; he rushed to the scene as Comber raised his hoof over the deputy’s head; he intended to get the detective’s attention; which he did. The detective turned to Comber in anger; how could he be so ruthless and heartless; this deputy arrested scums; saved fillies donated to places, and was his friend. He lived the deputy up with two hoofs; feeling his ribs were crushed as well as his lungs; he clenched his teeth and turned to Comber in fury; he killed him; he can’t heal him because of him; his magic surrounded him and it blew with a white flash; Comber didn’t flinch to the brightness, he just smirked. The detective healed the deputy and put him on the ground gently, he was going to take Comber in; this only proves he’s a murderous monster with no sympathy for others. “I’ll show you all the spells in Equestria if that what it takes to arrest you!” Comber was confused but happy; maybe now this could get entertaining; Comber blocked an attacked from behind; the detective ran around the assassin fast with a speed spell; he cloaked himself, before punching Comber in the face; he attempted to grab the detective’s hoof but with another quick hit Comber slides back a tiny amount of distance; he stood his ground; he’s going to have to take this seriously. Comber was attacked; Comber evaded and attacked the detective, along for his face; the attacked missed and Commer attacked again; Comber hit the hoof up and uppercut Commer in the face; it felt like metal or rock because it hurt Comber’s hoof; seems to be an endurance spell? Comber was hit again in the same spot as before; Comber now was showing a sign of blood; this satisfied the detective and encouraged him to keep up the pace; he’ll win soon. Comber activated a speed spell and attacked; instructed the detective multiple times before he teleported and stood at him from a distance. Commer’s burst of magic seemed to be only temporary; the aura fell to its starting state, leaving the detective to stand with high fatigue. Comber smirked with confidence and walked to his friend; who was catching his breath; Comber smirked turned to a grin; he had enough of this pathetic battle. Comber punched the detective in the face; running up with more hits; in total, he landed 10 hits on Commer’s face; it was clear to him he was going to die; his vision proved that. The detective fell to the ground; at the bottoms of his friend's hoofs; he couldn’t mutter any words fluently; his jaw; his nose and his tongue were badly damaged; the tongue was hit by the jaw. “You had a chance to strive but now it’s time to end your suffering; forgive me, my old friend.” Comber remorsefully told his old friend. The detective passed out; his brain finally losing the ability to stay awake. Comber with a sinister smile was about to stomp on his old friend’s skull; he fought and tried to stop him; at least he was better and more fun than the other authorities. Comber hoof hesitated to go down; Comber had thoughts about his friend; when they were in high school; they were good friends; Comber remembered that one time when the teacher, Mrs. Heth, decided to give The Hardest math problem available and didn’t explain it; it was obviously clear she wasn’t having a great day; the reasons are still unknown; this didn’t stop conspiracy theories, students thought it was a breakup and it might’ve seemed logical? Comber's thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice. “Leave him alone!” The deputy charged the assassin; knowing he will die, but save his friend. Comber turned his attention to the charging colt; he knows what he needs to say. “I am.” Comber said with his normal tone, it was loud enough to be heard by the deputy who couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he must be tricking them? “Yeah, I would be foolish enough to listen to an assassin with a record of killing the authorities, like you are to let us escape!? You’re not baiting me! Sorry!” The deputy was very angry, only hearing lies come out of the assassin's mouth. Comber needed to prove to him he was serious. He was already going to do this, he healed the detective; not restoring his stamina; the deputy’s eye widened; he was serious!? Comber also healed him; surprising the deputy even more. He walked to Comber and stopped 3 hoof steps, he needed to ask him some questions. “Why did you heal us; are you so arrogant that you think you can beat us twice?” Comber smirked, he must still believe those inaccurate data on his files. “No, If that was the case: I'm a killer, not an assassin, it wouldn't be an assassination, just plain murder. I only kill those who have targets on their heads.” That’s a lie, the deputy knew that he killed a to of authorities, so that proves this is a lie. “Are you sure, because you killed other police stations before, so you’re must be lying?” Comber felt caught in a lie but stayed calm. He totally forgot about them. “You still believe those old records huh? Even the detective knew I was different. You should look at the date of every paper friend, you be shocked how long ago that was.” The deputy was shocked to hear Comber tutoring him; look at the date, that must be a damn joke right? But there’s truth to what the assassin been saying; he not like that anymore; of he was he would indefinitely be a corpse right now. “Why did you kill them?” Comber was confused, but had a slight idea what he was going to ask; Tch, this could be annoying. “One, I don’t kill, I assassinate; two, who’s them?” Comber asked, playing dumb. “The Pies, Fluttershy, why did you kill them!?” The deputy yelled at Comber with anger brewing in him; they were good ponies that deserved nothing better to live; that saved his town from eternal darkness; Tartarus, they even say Equestria from enteral nighttime, the Pies may have not have helped, but judging their Pinkie's sisters, they were going to help ponies soon enough, they were good, Killing them is not a way to say thank you. Comber felt a little guilty, but his answer was still causal. “I didn’t kill them, trust me.” The deputy got furious at Comber; trust him, really? “Lier, buck you for not confessing! It was a useless try I guess; I’m dumb for attempting.” Comber smirked, he’s definitely stupid. Sucks he can’t sense deception like Comber. “Well you’re right on that part, you’re dumb. No. Didn’t kill them; think logically, why would anyone really confess to a murder?” The deputy was furious now; he’s stupid for coming here. He pulled his gun out, aimed it at a Comber who looked unfazed. Comber used his magic and removed the bullets when he healed them. “If you want to attempt to kill me, I’ll return the favor indefinitely. Go ahead, take the best shot at scoring a fatality.” Comber spread his from hoofs, putting his face out clearly for the deputy to shoot him in it; this is sad and humorous. The deputy's anger sailed down and he put the gun back into the pouch. Comber retired to his recent normal position. “Good choice. There are no bullets in that gun, a weapon for the cowards to use; they're right here.” Comber lifted the bullets with his magic; making them explode by activating a flame spell; igniting the gunpowder in them and setting them off. The deputy bit his teeth; knowing the weapon he only has now is the taser which is pointless to use against a monster. He bit his teeth and grabbed the detective; putting him o his back and leaving the graveyard; Comber walked to the tree behind him and leaned back on it; watching the deputy escape with the detective; he had advice for him. “Take martial arts before you even think of attempting to arrest me again!” The deputy heard Comber; he felt rager filling him; his cocky tone was arrogant of that of a god, which he is not; he decided to cool down and ignore that monster, but he might have a point on martial arts; maybe he needs to take it. They left the sight of Comber and exited the graveyard; Comber was alone again; his preference. He sighed and wondered if that annoying pegasus would have the bits finally. He decided to head back to his resting place and wait; he laid down and stared at the sky; wondering if he would ever have some fun. Comber patiently waited on for Lighting Dust; he doesn’t think that blue pegasus, her name again was...? Rainbow Dash, she most likely be a runner and boring to catch and assassinate; oh well, a job a job; and that’s it; it will be done.