3rd P.O.V.
In the middle of Dragontail Woods is an abandon mansion. It has been there for so long that nobody remembers how built it or even why it was abandon in the first place. Many have believed that place to be either curse or haunted. Even though it is now home to a group of bandits it is still very eerie, even to those who live there now. Before the bandits got there they laugh at all the rumors and ghosts stories, but after living in the old place for a couple of months they aren't laughing now. Strange noises, unrecognizable familiars appearing and disappearing, and stuff either moving by itself or disappears all together. The only reason these guys stayed there even with all the strange things happing in the first place is due to their boss telling them to stay put. They rather deal with the ghosts than get on their bosses bad side. But tonight is going to be the night where the ghosts come out to play.
Outside at the back of the mansion stood one lone bandit that is currently busy being bored out of his mind. "Man, why did I have to be on guard duty out here. Nothing ever happens back here. Would rather be inside the haunted house, at least than something interesting would happen." As the old saying goes, "ask and you shall receive."
*whoosh* *thuntk* The bandit looks down at his chest and see the handle of a folding pocket knife sticking out of his chest where his heart is. Just as he is about to grab it two more knives come flying from the woods, one hitting his throat while the other lands in his stomach. The bandit leans against the stone wall fence around the building and slumps down breathing his last. A second later the hooded changeling calmly walks to the dead body, takes the knives out of his body, and place his index and middle fingers to the dead man’s forehead. Concentrating his magic on his fingers he starts getting images and memories not his own. After he is done he transforms into the bandit and calmly walks into the mansion through the back gate.
'Good thing I mastered that memory recall and mind reader spells. A year's worth of practice was totally worth it.' The changeling thinks to himself. The memory recall and mind reader spells are very complex spells that each one having unique uses. The mind reading spell allows someone to read somebody's mind and see their memories. It is often used for police interrogations if the person is not cooperating with police. It is meant to be used on living subjects, where the memory recall spell was used on the dead though how much you can get from a corpse is limited to how old it is. The older the body is the less information you can get. As long as the brain is still intact you can get at least some information. The main reason why these spells is not widely used is the fact that if a person is not properly train they could end up destroying a person's minds and all the important information along with it if something goes wrong. Leaving the poor victim a vegetable at the very best.
With the information on the bandits and the layout of the place in mind the theif makes his way inside to get his latest score.
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"Man, why did the boss pick this creepy ass place to be our base." One of the bandits complains while he and his companion guard the front entrance.
"Yeah, I think that this entire forest is haunted. It always feels like something is going to come out and kill us." The other man says.
A ways away from the front gate a pair of green snake like eyes watches them from the distance. While dragonborns can see better in the dark than certain races like earthbounds and such it wasn't by a lot. However Spike is a different case. He learned a long time ago from wandering around Canterlot Castle at night that if he concentrates on his eyes he could practically not only see in the dark but he can also see things almost like he is looking through binoculars but not as far. He could see the guards and is about to begin the first phase of the plan.
Spike places his hands in front of his chest with their palms facing each other and concentrates on the space in between his hands. A small, dense, ghostly green fireball the size of a large marble flickers to life. Than it starts to slowly grow, once it got to a certain size it stops. Spike raises his hands and the fireball above his heads and it starts to grow again until it was the size of a beach ball. He takes a second to aim and then throw the flaming ball of death at the front gate and its guards. The guards had seen the fireball being made in the darkness of the forest and first thought it was a will o wisp they have heard about until it grew to an incredible size. They were scared stiff, thinking it was a ghost, and didn't have enough time to jump out the way when it suddenly comes flying towards them. When it goes go there is nothing left of the guards or the front gate except some scorch marks body outlines, rubble, and some melted metal.
Spikes saw everything up to the point where his fireball explodes since he had to turn away from the bright light for a second. As he looks at the damage he has some mixed emotions. While he thankfully find no pleasure in killing people he knew it had to be done. The bandits had killed multiple people that had traveled the nearby roads many times before without remorse. While the mission is mainly to save the woman trap in the building, not to wipe out the bandits that doesn't mean they are going to pull any punches on this mission, even if it means they have to kill a few bandits along the way. 'Sometimes we must kill in order to do the right thing or to protect the ones we care about.' The logical part of his mind tells him reminding him about the incident over a week ago. Pushing the rising emotions to the back of his mind and starts to move to a different location. His job was to attract the bandits’ attention to the front gate while Mist sneaks in from the side and gets the woman out of there. After that move it will take a while for him to recharge and has soon has he is ready he will start taking out as many of the bandits as he can to either buy time or get inside the old building if he manages to take all of them out. 'I just hope Mist will be okay, I may not have a big problem about fighting and killing people should I have to but I don't know if Mist will be okay with it.' Spike thinks to himself worrying for his friend. He notices that some of the bandits are going into the forest to look for whoever done this. Unsheathing his sword he get ready for a tough fight ahead of him.
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One the side of the mansion the knight in training makes this way through a open window after making sure the close is clear. He found a large tree with thick branches that went over the stone wall of the building and have been waiting for the signal that Spike mentioned to make his move. He didn't expect a huge explosion of fire and light but it got the bandits attention. 'Going a little overboard aren't you Spike? I just hope you know what you are doing and this plan works.' Mist thinks to himself. In all honesty Spike's plan was the best that could be done between the two of them. His ideas were either charge through the front door or attack at the same time from two different sides. While he is great at fighting and has great instincts he wasn't able to come up with complex plans as fast as Spike could. He draws the enemies out while using the darkness to his advantage to take them out while he goes in from the side. Most of the bandits should be either looking and being taken out by Spike or guarding the outer walls. He sneaks in quietly takes out as many bandits has he can get away with and recuses the woman and sneak her out of there. When they are out of danger he will wait for Spike to call him on the walkie talkie they bought in town when things on his end are done.
With sword in hand the knight in training quietly makes his way through the hallways of the mansion prepare for anything that might come his way.
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'What the hell was that noise?' The changeling in disguise thinks to himself as is about to memory recall a bandit he just silently killed. 'Looks like I got some party crasher, but what are they here for? Are they after the bandits, the treasure like me, or are they trying to save that woman? Well whatever, whoever those guys are they just made my job a bit easier.' As he uses his memory recall he ends up getting more than he bargains for. As the information sets in the thief becomes nervous and worried about the information he just got.
'Well shit, that ain't good. I better stop these guys' boss before he does something we will all regret. Though this might be something I can't handle by myself. Maybe I should find those other guys and get them to help me.' With that in mind he starts wandering around the mansion hoping to find the ones attacking the bandits.
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Spike P.O.V.
And another bandit goes down. I'm extremely grateful to Zecora for those stealth lessons. Though she originally did it so I can sneak and kill animals to eat, but the same methods apply here. I was just about to take out the last bandit that wondered into the forest but I notice something next to my latest kill. It looked like a blunder buster that you often see in pirate movies and such. It looks like it didn't have any ammo and is in good condition. That is when a crazy idea comes to mind. I could charge my sword with my fire and launch waves of fire from it. Could I do something similar with a gun? With that in mind I grab the weapon and focus my fire on the large gun. I could feel it doing something so I decide to give it a field test. I move to a position where I have a clear shot at the last bandit. I level the gun, concentrate my aim on the back of the man's head, and pull the trigger. I ghostly green fiery bullet shoots out of the gun and hits the man at the left side of his chest leaving a baseball size hole in it. The man was dead before he even fell to the ground.
'Woah.' I think to myself while looking at the damage. 'I can't believe that worked.' Though I have never heard about a dragonborn being able to do something like this. I know there are a few high clans with unique powers like the ice clan or metal clan, but nothing that includes powering weapons. The closest thing I could think of is mage magic, but I am not a mage... or am I? Mixes are not that strange and it is possible for different magic from the parents to combine in some way in their offspring though those cases are much rarer than Mixes themselves. It is something I got to look into. It could be a lead to my parents or my family. I file the thought away for another time. 'I have to focus on the job at hand.' With the last of the bandits outside taken care of I take my new gun in my left hand and my sword on the right I make my way to the mansion as quietly as possible. As I got closer I notice three guards at the remains of the front gate. Three shots were all it took, they were slightly off the mark but they got the job done.
I quickly make my way into the mansion and as I wander the hallways looking for either Mist or that woman we came to rescue a chill crawls up my spine. There is something off about this place but I can't tell what it is.
"I got a bad feeling about this place." I say to myself. Turn around to a comer and I run into a bandit. Reacting quickly I swing my sword at him in an overhead strike which he blocks with two knives. While in the position I was about level my gun to his chest when the bandits says, "Hold it, I'm on your side." I take a step back while keeping my gun aim at the bandit with my figure on the trigger. The bandit takes a step back as well and a flash of magic appears and standing in the bandits place is the hooded changeling.
"So...what are you doing here? Are you one of these guys?" I ask him still on guard.
"Fuck no. I came here to rob these guys blind and maybe save the woman being kept here. What about you?" The thief asks.
"I'm here to rescue the woman." I reply.
"Good because I could use your help. These guys' boss is up to some bad shit right now and I need your help." He says.
"Sorry, I would say that I do trust you, but I would be lying. How about you show me your face and tell me your name than we can talk." I say. I might not be a lying detector like Applejack but I can usually tell when someone is up to something and seeing this guys face will help with that.
"Sign, fine" He says as he pulls his hood down. He was pretty interesting looking. He has pitch black skin like all changelings, dark blue matted down hair with some of the strands going in front of his face, vampire like teeth that are a bit shorter than the average for the race, and he didn't have compact eyes like most changelings. One eye is blue that looks like the eyes most other races have while the other eye is a greyish green with a snake like pupil similar to the changeling queen herself.
"Better? And my name is Shadow, Shadow Nightingale." He says
"Yeah and the names Spike. So it is going on?" I ask Shadow.
"Well you are probably not going to believe me but...."