I flew for only a few hours when I saw the caves. Upon reaching the caves, I noticed there were 5 caves: the outer 2 were barely small enough for a filly to fit through, whereas the inner two were large enough for 2 lines of ponies with 4 ponies on top of them to fit through. Then, I saw the very middle cave, and it was amazing. It was 100 feet wide by 50 feet high. It's entrance was covered in gold intertwined with silver, and from where I was hovering at, I could see the tree within, made of pure gold, and I knew that in it's branches, far above the cave floor, there were gilded apples, probably formed by magic.
After a few moments to bask in the glory of the cave's beauty, I zealously flew to the entrance. When I was about 50 feet away, I was swarmed by thousands of the hellions that are Dwarves. I wasn't afraid. I just started kicking the shit out of them.
At first, I wasn't having any trouble at all, just bloodying the ground, killing the little bastards like there was no tomorrow. 10 down, 20 down, 30 down, 40 down, 50 down. Hell, I downed 300 of the little bastards in 2 hours flat. But, they just kept coming! Thousands and thousands of beasts attacked me, clawing at my flesh, drawing great lines of blood. I couldn't keep this up much longer! I knew they were going to get me sooner or later, but I just kept it up. I kicked one in the jaw, the next in the nuts. They just kept coming!
I cried then. I realized what I had done was foolish! I might've actually been able to kill them all with some help from the others, but I left them behind. At that moment, I realized I was going to die. Blood spewing from my chest and legs, I stayed up the whole time and killed all of the bastards I could.
'Mom...' I thought to myself, tears coming in a flood.
'My brother...'
'My sister...'
'Luna... Luna!'
My tears continued to flow, but suddenly, I felt such determination. "YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "I MAY DIE HERE AND NOW, BUT NOT BEFORE I TAKE AS MANY OF YOUR FUCKING LITTLE ASSES WITH ME AS I CAN! GIVE ME YOUR BEST FUCKING SHOT!" I stopped kicking them and started biting through their flesh with my sharp teeth that I had. I tasted their blood on my tongue. I nearly vomited, the taste being so acrid and bitter that I couldn't take it, but I just kept fighting. I started killing dozens by the second in a fury of righteous power.
Suddenly, the cavalry came. I saw Pinkie Pie blowing on a flugelhorn as the Mane 6 plus Spike started running in over the hills towards me. The blood loss started to catch up to me then. I felt woozie as I saw Zorg impale a dozen of the beasts on his beak. Just as I kicked through one more Dwarf, I began to feel myself falling. The world was going sideways, and my eyesight was going black. I finally passed out with a grin on my face as I awaited Death's dark but warm embrace.