Shining Armor spun around, questioning his guards. "Please tell me you heard that?"
All Guards nodded, all except for one. "Where's Rock-thrust?"
Shining Armor felt something warm splash over him and he heard a 'thunk'
He looked down to see Rock-thrust's head at his feet, face locked in an eternal grimace of pain.
He heard two more thunks and looked in horror as two guards heads rolled cleanly off their shoulders..
There was three left. Shining watched two of the guards turn and run, then the voice called out again.
"Don't run away, I just want to play."
The guards toppled and screamed as their legs were sheared clean off, this disturbed and scared Shining, but what disturbed him more was they were left, screaming and dying.
"Looks like they're on their last legs."
The last remaining guard turned towards Shining. "Sir what do we do?"
"RUN!"
They both took off in the direction of the town. Shining ran as fast as he could, trying to outrun the voice that killed his men. A loud scream punctuated the air. The last guard was gone.
He kept running until he saw the town, more importantly, his chariot out of here.
When he entered the town, he was ecstatic that the Chariot pullers were still hooked up.
He jumped on the chariot, and immediately ordered his men to leave.
"But sir, what about the others?"
"GONE! NOW GET US THE BUCK TO CANTERLOT!"
Little did Shining know that because it was night.
Shadowkin was with him.
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Shadowkin cleaned his blade off on the purple velvet sides of the Chariot. Six guards, six kills, six steps closer to Revenge. He looked up into the sky, the vision radiating in a wave of cold blue. He switched off the Heat sensoria, switching to regular was a thing he did rarely. It was when he thought about his life, his training, his.......Enhancemets. At the thought of the crystals protruding from his eye sockets, memories of the operation in which he got them, played through his mind. The pain of his eyes being cut out, the burn of the crystals as their magic seared into his brain, it was worth it, he could see. He was saddened by this, no matter what sight he saw through, he'd never see the world through his own. He realized that no matter what will happen, he would always be alone. He'd never had contact with anypony besides his father, never had a true.........Pony there for him. He banished these thoughts from his mind, he was a Hunter. One purpose and one purpose only.
To serve his Father.