*3 hours later after reaching Ponyville*
Gyro was still unconscious as he laid in the hospital bed, Celestia, Spike and Twilight were sitting in their chairs, waiting for their friend to wake up.
*Flashback february 12, 2010, 6:50 PM*
Gyro opened his eyes as he was chained to the wall, he looked up and seen men dressed in lab coats and Taliban soldiers guarding the door in front of him. Gyro viewed his surroundings, he was inside a dark room with little lighting, there was a steel table to his left as one of the men dressed in lab coats picked up a needle filled with green liquid. The man spoke persian to one of the soldiers as he pointed to the needle in his hand, the soldier nodded as he approached Gyro and grabbed his head, Gyro struggled as he tried to shake off the hand but he felt cold metal penetrate his skin, the needle rested in his neck as the substance entered his bloodstream. The soldier released Gyro as he coughed violently his blood dripped onto the floor, he looked at his blood as it began to change into a light green like acid.
“What did you do to me?” Gyro asked as his vision started to get fuzzy. A man appeared from behind the soldiers with a sinister smile on his face, the man grabbed Gyro’s chin and made him look up.
“Did it work?” the man asked the workers in lab coats. One of the workers came up with a clipboard and gave the man the report.
“His vitals are normal, his blood is now more volatile, his esophagus has expanded, his eyesight is superb compared to the other subjects, and his other attributes have doubled sir” The man in the lab coat finished his report as he looked up to his leader. The man smiled as he looked back down at Gyro as he struggled to stay awake.
“You’re going to be my new terror weapon, my little killer.” The man said before he connected a punch to Gyro’s stomach making him cough more blood up. Gyro’s eyes closed as he passed out from the blow, the man let Gyro’s head fall and walked back to the door.
Gyro regained consciousness as he was being dragged forward, he opened his eyes just in time as he was thrown to the ground in front of him. Gyro held his side’s as it felt like he was being stabbed 1000 times, he looked up as he was surrounded by screaming men and woman inside a... Arena? Gyro placed a hand on his side and stood up, the setting sun shined in the sky as it made it’s decent. Gyro heard a loud speaker go off as it announced his name.
“In this side of the ring, we have the fresh blood Gyro!!!” the loud speaker shouted his name as the crowd booed him.
“And on this side, give it up for the Grave digger!!!” the loud speaker shouted as the crowd cheered. Gyro rolled his eyes as he was the usual underdog, a gate across from him opened and a large man covered in cuts walked out. This man must have been Grave digger for the crowd was going nuts for him, Gyro lifted his hands ready to fight as the man laughed.
“Your my opponent, I’ll make you scream!!!!” The man yelled as he charged. Gyro crouched down and rolled out of the way as the man stopped his charge and turned, Gyro winced in pain as his side skyrocketed to a world of agony. Gyro heard heavy footsteps as he was grabbed by the neck and felt his air depleting, he struggled for air as the man laughed.
“This is too easy” Grave digger boasted as the crowd cheered for him. Gyro aimed his foot for the man's chin and swung his leg forward, Gyro’s foot collided with his opponents chin as he was dropped to the hard dirt. Gyro held his neck as he gasped for air to enter his lungs, the man grew angry as he grabbed Gyro by his shoulders and threw him into the back wall. Gyro hollered in agony as a wound opened on the back of his head, Gyro fell to the floor coughing up more of the green ooze that escaped his blood stream. Grave digger threw his hands up in triumph as the crowd roared with excitement, two soldiers came out pulling a cart filled with various weapons, ranging from swords, daggers, maces, and even clubs. The two soldiers dumped the weapons onto the blood stained dirt and walked out of the arena, the man searched through the various weapons and smiled. Grave digger pulled out two sabres as he swung them left to right.
“Pick a weapon filth!” Grave digger shouted toward Gyro as he moved away from the pile. Gyro stood up as he fought through the acidic pain coursing through his nerves, Gyro carefully searched through the pile and found an unusual weapon for Taliban. Gyro moved his hand deeper into the pile and pulled, he fell onto his back as he held his weapon of choice. Gyro stared at the shining metal of the blade, Gyro stared in awe as he was holding a japanese Katana.
Gyro looked up as he seen Grave digger swung downwards aiming to slice Gyro into two, Gyro held the katana upwards as Grave digger’s sabre was deflected to the ground. Gyro rolled to the side and stood up with some trouble from the pain, the Katana felt heavy as Gyro struggled to hold it but the blade touched the dirt as he held it downwards. Grave digger regained his footing and crossed the blades together, intimidating Gyro. He felt the sweat pour down his neck like a flowing waterfall on a mountain side, Gyro dashed forward as the blade threw up dirt behind him. Grave digger smiled as he thrown the sabre’s directly at Gyro, the blades barely missed Gyro’s neck as the cut his ear and leg.
Gyro winced in agony as his nerves were screaming for mercy, he swung the Katana in a horizontal motion toward Graves torso as he laughed. Grave digger caught his laughter as he felt the cold steel cut deep into him, he looked down at Gyro with a look of pure rage as he grabbed his opponent by the neck and choke him. Gyro struggled again as he tried kicking Grave multiple times in the face but he was still standing, he slammed his foot into Graves right eye as he let go. Gyro seen the blade still lodged inside of Graves torso, he dashed forward and pushed the blade further as it tore through muscle and bone. Grave spat out blood as he reared his arms back and slammed them onto Gyro’s back knocking him to the floor, Grave fell onto his back coughing more large amounts of his precious blood. Gyro stood and limped over to Graves dieing body, he pulled the Katana free and held it high over his head.
“It is your time to rest” Gyro said with no emotion as he stabbed the bloodied blade into Graves skull. Gyro left the blade inside of his dead opponents skull and fell to his knees. The crowd was dead silent as you can hear a pin drop from a mile away, Gyro smiled as the gate opened and two soldiers rushed out. They dragged Gyro across the dirt to a exit where the mysterious man was waiting, Gyro was barely conscious as he was thrown in front of the man. The man smiled as he was grasping another needle.
“Today was a success but one more thing...” The man pointed toward one of the soldiers.
“Kill him” The man said coldly as he grabbed Gyro and pointed his vision at the soldier. Gyro felt a burning fire inside of his stomach as it rose to his throat. Fire blasted from Gyro’s mouth onto the man, incinerating him in seconds. The man let go of Gyro’s mouth as the fire instantly stopped, the man jammed the needle into Gyro’s spine as he cried out in pain.
“Can’t have you remember this little experience now would we” The said with venom in his voice as he shoved Gyro’s body onto the dirt. Gyro gave into the pain as he fell into the darkness.