//------------------------------// // CHAPTER TWO // Story: Halo: Equestria // by xCrossx //------------------------------// Canterlot, Equestria, November 9, 2552. They took us through rough roads filled with robot parts straight from Ponyville to Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, name of the land. The patrols slowed progress down and we have arrived after the sun set. We look around, the place abandoned and ruined. Odd. There's suppose to be a ton of robots here protecting Discord. We continue down the main street stright through into the royal gardens. A sniper's shot narrowly misses us and we duck behind the shrubberies, hiding from the sight of the snipers in the castle. Ah, here we are! I pop out and snipe off the snipers, ducking around to avoid getting shot myself. It takes quite a while since they kept coming, but I eventually get them all. I follow behind the others as we sprint into the castle through the main grand doors, my nearly-out sniper rifle on my back and my Designated Marksman Rifle (DMR) -a semi-auto rifle capable of accuracy of firing quickly- in hand. We burst through, the doors swinging wide from the strength of the Spartans leading the way. They blast away the robots that charge at us and I sever their necks, ensuring their deaths as usual. We storm through the hallways as we make our way up to the throne room where Discord should be, probably grinning on Princess Celestia's throne. We finally burst through into the royal chambers to be greeted by a massive amount of robots just standing there, looking at us, no guns in hand. Behind them all, in Celestia's throne is not Discord but instead some woman. I get the automatic hatred towards her as I notice the white-hair sticking out with light purple tipping it, the yellow eyes glaring hatred, and the wings on her back. She's another character from the show. Someone I had grown to hate. She stands up on the raised platform of the throne, her leather punk outfit now visible. She points a huge-ass revolver at us, her hands tipped like claws as they curl around the handle and trigger. Damn is that gun big! "Discord said some fresh blood would be coming my way!" she cackles in a crude female voice. "And you even brought the rebel bitches to me!" "Gilda?!" me and Rainbow exclaim, recognizing her voice. "Hey, Dashie! It's been too fucking long!" she aims it right at Rainbow and I barely knock the ex-pegasi down in time. A deafening bang resounds in the throne room and glass breaks back out through the throne room doors. "FUCK THEM, BOYS!" And the robots charge. The Spartans drop their weapons and meet them in an epic melee, crushing dozens of them at a time. I aim my DMR at Gilda only to get an empty click. My HUD confirms I'm all out of ammo. Fuck. I charge straight through the robots, leaving the gun behind, sidestepping as she fires again, the round pinging off the side of my helmet. She leaps down at me and uses her momentum to send her flying into the ground behind me. She twists around, using her legs to knock my feet out from under me. I land on my toes and palms while she aims that giant-ass barrel at my visor. I manage to smack it away from her as she fires a third shot. She uses her free hand to punch my helmet into my nose, breaking it. Fucking bitch! I roll away and jump to my feet as she does the same, the two of us facing off. "You think you got what it takes?" she laughs. "Bitch, you don't stand a chance!" Rage boils in me. She charges at me again and I attempt to sidestep her. She's prepared and lands a punch to the gut, bending me over. She uses the position and momentum of her fist to send me flying upwards with unnatural strength, sending me smacking into the high ceiling. I hear a crack as I land with a second smack on the floor. I struggle to get up only for her to grab my chestpiece, lift me to my feet and toss me striaght into the throne. I hear my ribs cracking more. Shit! How does she have so much strength?! I groan painfully as I get up onto the throne farther. Away. Away is good right now. I crawl towards the tall slab end of the long throne as she marches towards me. No, back, no, can't take much more. She grabs my boot and drags me back towards her. I groan as the dragging bounces my ribs around. She uses my leg to spin me before flinging me into a robot. I drop with a thump. She marches towards me as a robot stomps on my leg, envoking an unbecoming scream from me as I feel the bone thrust out of my flesh. Shitshitshitshit! Now there's a giant black thing- SHI- BANG! The gun fires a giant round into the floor next to me, raining shattered floor onto me. I glance over to see that one of the Spartans had tackled Gilda and the two are now seemingly equally matched as they duke it out. I also notice the revolver just a crawl away. Ugh, I hope it's accurate... I roll onto my stomach and crawl forwards slowly until I finally reach the gun. I pick it up and aim with one hand, tunnel vision setting in. Comeon, stop shaking hand! Give me the shot, Spartan...! The two won't stop moving...! FUCK IT! I pull the trigger right as the Spartan gets a firm grip on Gilda and spins her into my shot. And then darkness swallows me whole.