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// Story: Blind rage. 
// by JT 
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Shadowkin laid low in the bushes, the sunlight glancing off his knife. Several guards walked past, he waited til the last guard was a few feet in front of him, then he dashed. The last guard screamed as his throat was pierced by a knife, the others turned, gasped and attacked. Shadow caught an incoming spear, spun it in his hands, and broke off the tip in a pony's skull. Using the shaft he deflected a downwards sword stroke, the offender having his jaw broken, his neck snapped and his front left hoofbone powdered. The other guards seemed to back off a little, one caught the gull and charged. A fatal mistake. Shadow sidestepped and caught the spear in the crook of his arm, he jerked the shaft back, sending the pony holding on to it flying forwards, suddenly the pony fell back as his skull was crushed by a powerful kick.
The last guard started sweating. She fell to her knees, begging to be taken prisoner. He responded with a hard, though not enough to kill her, pommel strike from his knife.
She crumpled to the floor, utterly unconscious. Shadow stooped by her side and immediately went to work. His knife carving something in her skin.  When he was finished he stood and admired his efforts, there, in the mares side was four bloody words.






Swift Flight had heard the fighting, the screams, the dying. He had flew as fast as he could, desperate to save the lives of his fellow ponies. He landed on the ground, his eyes taking in the carnage. Several guards lay bleeding,dead, their bodies broken, he couldn't even tell who some looked like. He moved through the carnage, careful not to step on any bodies.

"What in Equestria could do this?"

He stopped as he heard a low whimper. He set off in the direction of the noise, he soon found a mare, crumpled in the fetal position, crying. This struck Swift Flight as even more shocking, a royal guard, crying, not even the guards who fought the manticores cried. He walked over to her, and stopped, etched in her side were words.




She can't protect you.