Authors note: If you haven't read this fic some things may not make sense, so I suggest you read it.
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I yawned loudly as I stood, stretching my legs. The ride to Ponyville would be about five hours, so I had to finish patrols and be in bed by then. I think I can do that. I grab my amulet and put it on, activating it as I walk out side, and waving to some of the nearby guards.
Lunar stallion armor tends to be different depending on their roles. There are three different kinds of lunar stallions scouts, warriors and guards. I'm a scout, so my armor provides less protection, but it's lighter so I move quicker. Warrior armor provides a decent amount of protection and guard armor provides the most. Guards are the most common kind of lunar stallion, they're the ones that hang around Princess Luna all the time.
I took my position near the gate and stood there. In five minutes I moved to my next spot. This continued for the next hour and a half.Then came my favorite part of the night, training the rookies. This was their first day of boot camp, and the day I got to see which ones were good enough to be lunar stallions.
I returned to the barracks to find it full of new troops, fifteen to be exact. As soon as I entered most of them snapped to attention, most of them. A group of three stallions in the back continues to talk, my presence unknown to them.
"Lunar stallions aren't that scary, I bet I could beat one in a fight." The biggest of the group said. Oh he is going down, hard. My specialty in this body was shadow magic, so I cloaked myself to look like a regular shadow, and then slowly crept towards them. I got within range of them and formed a wicked dagger out of shadow.
Shadow didn't actually cause damage to a pony, but it hurt just as much as a regular knife would. With that thought in mind I drove the knife strait into his back, and my cloak disappeared. A gasp was heard around the room as the recruit let out a loud scream.
"Not so weak am I now? If you so much as think of disrespecting a lunar stallion again, you better be ready for a beating. Understood private?" He didn't respond. "I said Do you understand!" He turned around, trying to mask his pain, but not doing a good job of it.
"No." He responded in a witty tone. This kid was going to learn respect one way or another. I quickly pull my two real knifes from my side.
"We wouldn't want this to get bloody, would we?" I say with a smirk, he matches my smirk and pulls out his own knife. This colt is officially the stupidest pony in the world. He takes a wild swing, not aimed at all. He probably believes his own lies that lunar stallions are weak. I don't know where he picked the lies up, but they were wrong, so wrong.
I easily catch his swing and drive his knife to the ground, causing him to involuntarily bend down. I take this opportunity and hit him behind the ear with the hilt of my knife, knocking him out cold. His limp body falls to the ground and the two other guards in the room pick him up and throw him out side.
"Anypony else want to disrespect me?" All the ponies in the room snap into a solute. I liked that. "Good, I am Lieutenant Colonel Nightflare, but you will address me as sir. Got it maggots?!"
"Sir yes sir!" They responded in unison.
"Good! Now all of you drop and give me 500!" I wasn't serious of course, I just wanted to see who was loyal. All but two of the ponies dropped to the floor instantly. The guards escorted the other two out. I let them keep going until they either collapsed or quit, mostly for shits and giggles. At the end I just told them to head back to their bunks and get some sleep, I followed suit.
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Authors note: In case you're confused (or didn't read the story description) the stallion known as Commander Aevus and Lieutenant Colonel Nightflare are the same pony. The 'soul' shares these two bodies and every time he falls asleep in one he is transferred to the other. Also the reason for the huge difference in chapter size is because the night was only a few hours long, due to him having to make his other self wake up at a certain time.