//------------------------------// // Pissed Off and Ready for Round 3 // Story: Ranger in Equestria // by Lady Umbra //------------------------------// In the once-peaceful streets of ​Ponyville, chaos ran rampant as fierce flames devoured everything in their path, shrouding the land in an eerie twilight. The air was thick with terror and the sound of panicked screams filled every corner, as the townspeople fled for their lives from the unrelenting inferno that consumed homes and memories alike. The tranquility of this small town had been destroyed by the merciless fire. As it continued to rage on, its insatiable appetite devouring one building after another, the bravest residents emerged, risking their lives to guide the vulnerable and innocent away from the grasp of suffocating smoke. Amidst all the commotion, a piercing scream cut through the chaos. A hand clad in yellow armor reached out and grabbed hold of a young orange pegasus by her mane, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. "Where is he?" the armor-clad warrior barked, his demand laden with imminent threat. "Who are you talking about?!" pleaded ​Scootaloo, her voice laced with agony as she clung desperately to her assailant's gauntlet, striving to alleviate the wrenching pain. "WHERE! IS! HE!" The warrior's roar was as fierce as the searing kunai he brandished, its pointed end glowing with menace. "Let her go, Scorpion!" emerged a voice, steady and commanding – the voice of Tommy. The warrior's grip faltered, allowing the filly to scramble free before he pivoted to confront his true quarry. "I'm the one you want." Tommy stood resolute against the smoldering backdrop, an unwavering Guardian in the face of the specter before him, as Scorpion stepped forward, the fiery confrontation between avenger and stalwart hero poised to ignite. As Scorpion pivoted to face Tommy, the damage wrought upon him was apparent. A segment of his mask lay in ruin, revealing not flesh but an eerie, skeletal jawline, which emanated a haunting orange and black glow. His armor, too, bore the marks of their last battle, with visible cracks etched across its surface, and his attire appeared worn, the edges frayed by the last conflict. "Finally," Scorpion's voice was thick with intent as he casually let his chained kunai clatter to the ground, signaling the gravity of their confrontation. Tommy faced the warrior, his own expression resolute. "You have one opportunity," he addressed Scorpion firmly. "Leave now—abandon your pursuit of me and those I hold dear." His stance and tone left no room for doubt; this was an ultimatum, one that bore the full weight of his resolve. In the quiet that ensued, a palpable tension hung heavily, an electric prelude to the inevitable tempest of conflict. This was a silence not of peace but of a prelude to war, punctuated only by the faint, menacing chorus of distant fires. Amidst this charged stillness, Tommy stood, his sinews coiled like a spring, poised for the combat that destiny had inscribed. Across from him, Scorpion, an avatar of retribution, stood ready with a malevolent gleam emanating from his spectral visage. Their shared pause was but a delicate pause in the symphony of violence that awaited. With a sudden surge akin to the night's whisper, Scorpion pounced, his chains slicing through the air with lethal intent, seeking to ensnare Tommy and subject him to the fury that awaited. But Tommy, ever the warrior, anticipated with a preternatural grace, evading the deadly embrace of chain and metal, rendering his assailant's efforts to bind him futile. In one fluid motion, he advanced, cutting the distance, his resolve etched with every step towards reclaiming the upper hand. Navigating the deadly weave of Scorpion's relentless chain assault, Tommy's every maneuver was a declaration of his persistent, gallant spirit. Yet, a sense of the inevitable hung in the air, as oppressive as the thick smoke from the unyielding inferno—Tommy was trapped in a battle with a conclusion foretold. Scorpion, a nemesis as merciless as the fires that ravaged the innocence of Ponyville, pressed with a ceaseless flurry of attacks; each one laced with the promise of finality. Tommy deflected with skill, countering with an exactitude born of desperation, but Scorpion’s ghostly swiftness towered supreme. The menacing luminescence of his fearsome visage intensified with every clash, signaling the otherworldly force at his command. The background of terror that had befallen the town melded into mere whispers against the crescendo of their wills colliding. Each parry and sidestep saw Tommy progressively outmatched by Scorpion's extraordinary velocity and might—a showcase of their respective domains’ pinnacle of martial skill. And as the confrontation unfolded, Tommy's weakening guard signaled the painful truth—his heart's fortitude was writing checks his body could no longer cash. In a moments that seemed to defy time, the chain of Scorpion's kunai flew with lethal exactness. Like a serpentine strike, it ensnared its target, winding around him with the finality of iron fetters. Tommy's valiant fight diminished as the spectral warrior reeled him closer, an ominous glow cast from the fiery chaos mirrored in his foe's hollow, deathly stare. "And now, you die!." "Excuse me," a voice interjected, the tone marked by a hint of polite certitude as a dragon's claw gently tapped Scorpion's shoulder. Taken aback, Scorpion swiveled to face the source of the disturbance—a purple dragon whose gaze held the promise of confrontation. The dragon, Spike, wasted no time; he clenched a fist, now enshrouded with emerald flames that danced with an arcane energy, and delivered a powerful strike to the kombatant's visage, disrupting the lethal tango between the combatants. The blow sent Scorpion reeling, his silhouette etched briefly against the fiery backdrop, before he collided forcefully with a nearby burning edifice. The building uttered a low moan, echoing the shock of the impact as a surge of ashes and cinders spiraled into the air, a testament to the dragon's might. With the spectral warrior now dazed, the rhythm of the battle was momentarily stilled, as if the very flames held their breath in anticipation of what was to come. Turning to Tommy with a steely determination, Spike seized the ensnaring chains with a firm grip. Within moments, the metal bindings were no match for the formidable strength of dragon jaws, snapping apart as if they were little more than twine. "Tommy, you okay?" Spike inquired, ensuring his human ally was unharmed in the wake of such unforeseen intervention. "I've seen better days," Tommy quipped, grasping Spike's outstretched hand and hoisting himself back up. "Twilight mentioned you squared off with him in the tunnel, held your ground?" Spike inquired, curiosity lining his tone as he addressed the Ranger. Tommy nodded, a faint hint of frustration in his voice. "For a moment there, I was able to tap into some sort of energy," he confessed to his draconic ally. "But how to summon it once more is beyond me." "Would this help?" Spike suggested, his claw presenting the mended power coin to Tommy with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “Maybe…” Tommy said. “Hey, I got an idea!” Spike chirped. “Didn’t you mention each of you Rangers have some kind of spirit animal?” Before Tommy could reply, a kunai knife sliced through the air, exiting the inferno of the nearby building, and struck the power coin from his grasp. The coin arced gracefully, glittering against the backdrop of destruction, before landing amidst the rubble of a collapsed structure. They both watched, agape, as the coin disappeared into the debris. Scorpion approached with a menacing gait, reclaiming the thrown kunai with a magnetic snap. "You’re not getting that coin back, Oliver," he taunted. Spike quickly stepped forward, positioning himself between his friend and the menacing warrior. "You hunt for the coin. I've got Scorpion," he declared, determination lacing his words. "Spike, you can't possibly—" Tommy protested, only to be cut off by the resolute dragon. "Got any other plans?" Spike countered, raising his fists, ready to engage. "Go, Tommy. Find your Power Coin. I'll handle him and hold him off for as long as I can." Tommy hesitated for a moment, torn between the urgency of retrieving the Power Coin and his concern for Spike's safety. But he knew that time was of the essence, and he couldn't waste a single second. With a grateful nod, he sprinted towards the remnants of the collapsed building, his eyes scanning the wreckage for any sign of the shimmering coin. Meanwhile, Spike prepared himself to face Scorpion in battle, his muscles tensed and his fiery breath ready to unleash its potency. The dragon was smaller in stature compared to his opponent, but he possessed an indomitable spirit that burned brighter than any flame. Scorpion lunged forward, chains whirling around him with deadly precision. Spike deftly dodged each strike, his agile movements mirroring the grace of a seasoned warrior. With every dodge and counterattack, he aimed to buy Tommy the time he needed. The desolate landscape around them had become an arena, the fallen building a grim backdrop to their fateful confrontation. Spike snarled, a plume of scalding steam rising from his nostrils as he fixed his gaze upon Scorpion, the notorious combatant from the Netherrealm who had distinctly lethal intentions. Scorpion, with his kunai retracted, moved like a specter cloaked in the shadows of the volatile fires around them, his every step a silent promise of violence. His eyes, icy orbs of concentrated hatred, never left Spike. They were two warriors, bound by the current of impending combat. With a thunderous roar, Spike unleashed a jet of flame towards Scorpion, a fiery harbinger meant to scorch and repel, but Scorpion was no stranger to the tongues of fire. With swift, assured movements, he evaded the blaze, rolling forward as his chain darted out like a serpent, aiming to ensnare Spike. The dragon reacted with equal speed, batting the chain aside with a swipe of his scaly arm, the impact clanging through the air like a gong. Spike knew he couldn't rely on brute force alone; Scorpion was too skilled for such predictability. The dance of death between them continued, a vile pirouette of melee artistry. Scorpion advanced again, the air tearing with the hiss of his chain. Spike parried with his claws, every movement a testament to his resolve and skill. The dragon's tail whipped forward, but Scorpion anticipated the strike, jumping back with an agility that seemed almost preternatural. Just as Scorpion prepared another chain attack, Spike's foot found debris—a jagged edge of concrete. He kicked it with precision, directing it like a missile towards his opponent. Scorpion, caught slightly off-guard, had to deflect it with his arm, his forearm guard sparking as stone met metal. As the chunks of concrete ricocheted harmlessly off Scorpion's forearm guard, the momentary distraction afforded Scorpion the opening he had been meticulously calculating. Capitalizing on this fleeting pause, he quickly closed the gap between him and Spike with the ruthless efficiency of a seasoned combatant. Scorpion's movements blurred into a dance of deadly precision as he maneuvered himself beneath the dragon's guard, deftly avoiding the swipes and claws that came in his direction. Spike swung fiercely but with growing unpredictability, his frustration mounting with every attack that cut only air. Their battle raged on with Spike becoming more aggressive, but his ferocity was not enough. Scorpion’s training in the Netherrealm had honed not just his body but his ability to capitalize on his opponent's weaknesses. He saw through the dragon's pattern, observed the fatigue setting into those massive, once swift limbs. Seizing his chance, Scorpion lashed out with his chain once more, this time not with the intent to ensnare but to distract. As Spike instinctively turned to deflect the chain's bite, Scorpion delivered a precise and powerful strike imbued with hellfire to Spike’s ribs, the impact resonating through the latter's very bones. The forceful blow compromised Spike’s stance, and the dragon staggered sideways, his balance thrown as though the very earth had shifted beneath his weight. Pain shot through his body, a searing heat that dulled his reactions and clouded his battle instincts. Undeterred, Spike attempted to retaliate with another plume of flame, but it was clear his reservoirs of strength were dwindling. The fire that once roared from his maw now sputtered and flickered like the failing light of a dying star. Scorpion, ever the predator, could taste victory on the singed air. The Netherrealm warrior didn't relent. With every exchange, he pushed Spike further, narrowing the dragon's options, herding him into a corner of the destroyed landscape. Spike's arms, tattered, bruised and missing a few of their scales, could no longer protected him, nor could they shield him from the relentless barrage. Scorpion caught Spike’s neck on the end of his extended chain, pulling the once mighty being toward him and finishing with a decisive, supernatural blow that sent shockwaves of defeat coursing through Spike. The dragon crumpled, the energy to fight draining from him as quickly as shadows danced from fires flickering light. Scorpion stood over him, immovable, as the fiery glow of victory and repercussion of their clash echoed in the barren wasteland around them. Spike lay conquered, his breaths shallow and defeated; the battle was over. "You should have stayed out of my way" Scorpion stepping on the dragon's chest before pulling the chain tighter. "Let him Go!" Tommy shouted smashing a burning piece of wood into scorpions face. The Kombatant stumbled back from the impact, momentarily stunned, his icy eyes fixed on the new challenger. "You won't be able to stop me," Scorpion growled, his voice a rough mix of smoke and ash. "I'm a Ranger, remember?" Tommy retorted, his voice trembling with determination as he held up his power Morpher for all to see. The metal glinted in the sunlight, reflecting the intensity of his spirit and willpower. "No!" Scorpion snarled as he hurled his sharp kunai at the ranger, the weapon slicing through the air with deadly precision. But Tommy was quick on his feet and even quicker with his reflexes. He expertly caught the handle of the kunai before glaring fiercely at his opponent. "You have no idea how old that move is getting," Tommy growled, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he prepared for another round of battle. Scorpion snarled in frustration and charged at the ranger, forgetting about his previous opponent in his single-minded pursuit. But just as he thought he had the upper hand, a sudden impact took them both off guard and tackled them to the ground. "Now, Tommy!" Spike's urgent shout broke through the chaos. "It's Morphin Time!" With a fierce cry, Tommy activated his Morpher and called upon its power. "Dragonzord!" The earth shook as the donned his new Ranger Suit. Scorpion's voice boomed, "It makes no difference!" He declared, filled with rage. "You shall perish by my blade!" Standing amidst the burning remains of a desolate landscape was Scorpion, the infernal ninja from the Netherrealm. His intense gaze fixed upon Tommy Oliver, the Green Ranger, who stood confidently before him. Tommy's green suit radiated with an otherworldly energy. But Tommy remained unfazed and held his ground, declaring, "The only one falling today is you, Scorpion." With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Dragon Dagger into his grasp. "Come to me, Dragon Dagger!" With his Dragon Dagger held at the ready, Tommy charged the warrior. Scorpion launched the first strike, his chained Kunai whipped through the air with lethal precision aimed at Tommy's chest. But Tommy was quick to dodge the attack, spinning sideways to avoid the deadly blow. He countered with a swift jab of the Dragon Dagger, aiming for Scorpion's gut. The ninja, however, was equally quick and blocked the dagger with his forearm guard. In a swift motion, Scorpion brought his chain around in a vicious arc, attempting to ensnare Tommy and drag him towards him. But Tommy was prepared for this move and used the momentum of the chain to hurl him forward, his boots digging into the ground as he pushed off with all his might. Scorpion was sent flying, crashing into a nearby pile of rubble. Unwilling to let the mere Ranger get the best of him, the Netherrealm warrior summoned a burst of hellfire around his body, causing the flames to ripple and flicker as he vanished from sight. Scorpion materialized in the air just above Tommy, his sword glinting dangerously as he brought it down in a death-defying descent. But Tommy, the Green Power Ranger, was not to be underestimated. With reflexes honed by countless battles, he lifted his arm in the nick of time, and the Dragon Dagger met the sword with a clang of metal that resonated through the desolate battleground. The force of the block threw Scorpion slightly off balance, giving Tommy the opening he needed. Seizing the opportunity, Tommy deftly pivoted on his heel, the movement as graceful as it was lethal. He swung out with the Dragon Dagger, the blade seasoned by the energy that coursed through it, and slashed across Scorpion's chest armor. Sparks erupted where the Dragon Dagger made contact, revealing the sheer force behind the strike. Scorpion staggered back, the cut on his armor burning from the dragon energy, his own fury and surprise evident even behind his mask. "Let's end this" Tommy said as his free hand began to glow before a sword materialized in his hand "Agreed" Scorpion answered his rivals challenge by setting his chain aflame with hellfire. The two warriors met in the middle of the battlefield, the blazing flames of hell and green energy clashing against each other. Scorpion lunged at Tommy with his fiery chain whipping through the air, aiming straight for his heart. But the Green Ranger was as fast as he was powerful. With a swish of his new sword, he blocked Scorpion's attack, sending the chain back towards its wielder. In response, Scorpion unleashed his trademark spear of hellfire, aiming to pierce through Tommy's defenses. But the Green Ranger was ready for this too, and with a swift swipe of his sword, he deflected the fiery projectile, scattering it into harmless sparks. The battle between them raged on, the earth beneath their feet trembling and cracking under the sheer force of their blows. The very foundations seemed to shake as they clashed, blow for blow, block for block, and dodge for dodge. Both warriors were evenly matched in tenacity and skill, their martial arts training evident in every move. Scorpion lunged forward with his rope dart, but Tommy was quick enough to evade it and continue his own attack. With a fierce spin and a flying roundhouse kick, he aimed to take down Scorpion. But the agile fighter managed to duck out of the way and counter by grabbing Tommy and throwing him overhead. Tommy flipped through the air and landed gracefully on his feet, ready to face his opponent once again. As they circled each other, Scorpion spoke with a hint of admiration in his voice. "You should feel honored," he said. "Only one has ever pushed me this far in combat." Tommy's curiosity was piqued at this revelation. "Who?" he asked. Scorpion ripped off his mask, revealing a face twisted in anger. "He called himself the White Ranger," he spat before unleashing a torrent of hellfire from his mouth. Tommy barely managed to avoid being engulfed in flames as he ran from Scorpion's attack. Thinking quickly, he sprinted towards a nearby wall and used it as leverage to launch himself into the air. Drawing his sword with lightning speed, he aimed it towards Scorpion as time seemed to slow down around them. With a swift slash of his blade, Tommy stopped the flames from spewing any further from Scorpion's mouth. The ninja warrior roared in pain and anger as his mask crumbled to the ground. He paused for a moment, touching his burned face where Tommy's sword had landed. Though the burn still stung, it seemed to have somehow been contained. "I swear you will suffer!" Scorpion bellowed, his rage boiling over as he conjured two balls of hellfire in his hands. "Not today, Scorpion," Tommy retorted confidently, his feet planted firmly on the ground as he faced Scorpion. The Netherrealm warrior sneered and hurled a ball of hellfire at Tommy, who effortlessly dodged it with a quick side step. The fiery projectile collided with a nearby statue, leaving a smoking crater in its place. Tommy wasted no time and charged forward, his sword held high as he aimed for a strike against Scorpion's head. But the agile fighter was too nimble, spinning out of the way and conjuring a whirlwind of hellfire to surround Tommy. The intense heat made Tommy stumble back, but he refused to back down. He raised his arms defensively as Scorpion continued to make the inferno spin around him, growing hotter and more powerful by the second. “Feel the flames of Hell!” Scorpion taunted. “I will drag your soul down so that you shall experience it for eternity!” But Tommy wasn't about to let that happen. "Enough!" With a fierce shout, he channeled the energy within him and created a brilliant barrier around himself. Both he and Scorpion were shocked at the display of power. As Tommy focused on maintaining the barrier, Scorpion disappeared in a burst of flames and reappeared inside the barrier, ready to attack with his kunai raised. But before he could strike, a blinding green light filled his vision. When his sight returned, Scorpion saw that Tommy was no longer there. "You're not the only one who can do that," came a voice from behind him. Scorpion turned and saw the Green Ranger standing there, his own powers of teleportation activated. “Impressive,” Scorpion said. “But let us see how you handle this!” Scorpion swung his arms out, creating a shockwave of heat and flames that forced Tommy to jump backwards. Scorpion then engulfed himself in hellfire and flung himself right at Tommy while spinning like a top. The battlefield had become a crucible of chaos and fury, with Scorpion, engulfed in a fierce maelstrom of flame, hurtling towards the Green Ranger like a comet. Tommy's instincts took over, summoning the depths of his discipline to face the incoming inferno. With a defiant cry, Tommy summoned a surge of his mystical green energy, wrapping himself in a cloak of shimmering emerald light, a beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. As Scorpion's fiery form bore down upon him, the Green Ranger braced for impact, his sword at the ready. The collision was cataclysmic, a volatile combination of hellfire and Ranger energy erupting in a shockwave that boomed across the battleground. The strength of the clash reverberated like a gong, sonic ripples cascading outward, causing the very ground to shudder beneath them. When the energy cleared, both warriors stood, a considerable distance apart, singed but resilient. Scorpion, his attire smoldering at the edges, shot a venomous glare across the divide that separated them. Tommy, his Ranger uniform bearing marks of combat, clutched his sword with a resolve that was palpable, his every breath steady despite the exhaustion creeping along the edges of his muscles. "You cannot win," Scorpion hissed through the heat, his form shimmering with the remnant crackle of flames. "The fires of the Netherrealm are eternal!" Tommy, eyeing his foe with respect and warrior's caution, retorted over the smoky haze that lingered between them. "And the will of a Power Ranger is unyielding. Your flames may be eternal, Scorpion, but so is the spirit of every Ranger who has ever stood against the darkness." Scorpion let out a growl as he cupped his hands together before unleashing a torrent of hellfire, Tommy swiftly raised his sword and conjured a barrier around himself. Tommy held his sword tight and closed his eyes. “I call upon the mighty spirit of the Green Ranger…” Tommy chanted as the bright green glow enveloped his sword. “Grant me the power I require to defeat my enemy!” The green glow became brighter as Scorpion readied himself to charge at Tommy again. “Fill my blade with the might of the great Dragonzord!” “TO HELL WITH YOU!” Scorpion roared and charged at Tommy again. Tommy raised his blade before stabbing the ground, the barrier exploded in a shockwave knocking the warrior off balance. Before Scorpion could recover, Tommy thrust his sword into the Netherrealm warrior's chest. Scorpion let out a silent scream as the ranger pulled his blade from Scorpion's chest, Scorpions chest wound began to emit a emerald glow as it consumed him entirely. "NO!" Scorpion's voice echoed through the Netherrealm as he dissipated into wisps of green vapor, consumed by Tommy's victorious strike. "Flawless Victory" Tommy said as she watched the wisps float in the air The fatigue from the fight finally crashed down on Tommy as he fell down to his knee. He breathed heavily and wheezed, and he had to pull off his helmet to breathe properly. “Well…he’s finally dealt with,” Tommy sighed. Tommy soon heard the sound of numerous and rapid footsteps fast approaching, turning Tommy found his friends approaching. however, Tommy only saw the condition Twilight was in. “TWILIGHT!” Tommy screamed as she was laid down on the floor. Tommy rushed to her side as her breathing labored. “I…I don’t know what to do,” Rarity wept. “She won’t respond to me…she’s really hurt, Tommy.” Tommy cradled the mare in his arms and held her close. “Twilight…” Tommy said as he caressed the back of her head. “I did it, Twilight. I won. I defeated Scorpion.” Twilight gave no response as Tommy rocked back and forth. “I promised you I’d win. And I always keep my promises.” Tommy looked at her face as it was unresponsive. "She risked her life to repair the power coin" Rainbow Dash said to the ranger Tears began to leak from his eyes as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Twilight…please wake up. Please. I beg you.” Tommy choked on his words as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Please…Dragonzord. I beg you once again.” Tommy held his beloved mare close in his arms. “Whatever power you can spare, however little or great it is, please. Please heal my precious love of my life. I beg you with all my heart, Dragonzord…!” A bright glow enveloped Tommy as a transparent emerald green dragon appeared behind him. The light then spread to Twilight, causing her features to slowly heal and the dark circles under her eyes to fade. Her eyes fluttered open as she regained consciousness. "Tommy..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tommy felt a surge of relief and joy wash over him. He held his beloved mare close in his arms, whispering words of love and gratitude as he thanked Dragonzord for its miraculous help. "Thank you," he said, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you for saving my precious love." “Not me…” Tommy looked over his shoulder at the transparent beast. “Dragonzord. You have my everlasting thanks.” "NO! NO! NO! NO!" Rita Repulsa's screams echoed through the chamber as she watched Scorpion fall. Her frustration and anger filled the air, a thick cloud of dark energy that seemed to seep into every crevice of the room. "That Warrior of yours was useless!" she spat, her eyes narrowed in disbelief as she looked at Drakkon. Drakkon let out a small chuckle. "Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are. That mare risked her life by infusing her amplified magic with the power coin. She truly is a formidable foe." Rita's grip on her scepter tightened as she glared at the Ranger. "What's the plan now, Drakkon?! We can't let this setback stop us from achieving our ultimate goal." she demanded, her voice dripping with venom. "Do whatever you want with him," Drakkon replied nonchalantly, leaving the witch alone with the portal. "I have no desire to give him a second chance." A wicked grin spread across Rita's face as she lifted her Scepter once more and turned towards the portal. "Magic Wand, make my monster grow!" she shouted, hurling her magical weapon through the portal with all her might. The sound of its impact reverberated through the chamber, signaling the arrival of an even greater threat. Dark storm clouds began to gather and swirl above the quaint village of Ponyville, ominous and menacing against the night sky. They swirled and churned, creating a vortex that brought with it a powerful gust of wind. The villagers looked up in alarm, their eyes widening at the unnatural sight. "What in tarnation?" Applejack exclaimed, her hat blowing off her head. "I've never seen anything like it!" Fluttershy cried out, taking cover behind her animal friends. Tommy furrowed his brow, his concern growing with each passing moment. "Should we be worried?" Rainbow Dash's usually confident expression turned to one of confusion as she gazed upon the swirling clouds. "This isn't right," she said, her wings flaring in irritation. "As ponyville's resident weatherpony, it's my job to keep things under control. But those clouds..." She glared up at them, determination setting in her jaw. "They're definitely not natural." Tommy felt a foreboding sense and he could tell it was coming from where Scorpion once stood. Without hesitation, he scooped up Twilight in his arms and turned to his friends. “We need to get out of here, now!” Tommy yelled. As Tommy's words echoed through the air, a blinding light pierced through the thick cloud cover and struck the very spot where Scorpion lay defeated. A feeling of dread washed over Tommy as he recognized the familiar magic wand that had caused so much chaos in their world before. The wand crackled with energy, sending bolts of magical lightning coursing through the ground. "RUN!" Tommy's voice trembled with fear as emerald wisps swirled together and suddenly erupted into a blazing inferno. The group watched in horror as Scorpion rose from the ashes, transformed into a hulking giant. Without hesitation, they turned and sprinted through the streets of Ponyville, their screams ringing out behind them. The magic wand continued to strike the ground, leaving destruction in its wake as they fled for their lives. The villagers, confused and terrified, followed suit, abandoning their homes in a frantic panic. "Oliver!" Scorpion's booming voice reverberated through his massive form. Tommy could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he ran, clutching Twilight tightly in his arms. Rainbow Dash flew above them, her wings beating frantically as she provided cover for her friends. Rarity and Applejack ran alongside each other, their expressions twisted in both fear and determination. "How are we supposed to defeat that?" Applejack yelled in panic. "We can't," Tommy admitted, fear evident in his eyes as he looked at the powerful entity before them.