Location: Canterlot
Date: 2552
Planet: unknown
"Why the hay are we letting these hairless monkeys fight our war for us" said a guard captain. "We could easily take on the griffons as well as the humans!" A few moments after the words had left the captains mouth, laughter was heard in the back of the room. "Ok, sure you could, because you definitely took us down with your guard troops when we first met. Yeah, you did a really good job then, huh." Said LT Jenkins sarcastically. "Oh yeah, we could take on your sorry excuse for troops any day of the week." Replied the guard. "All right then, well have your whole sorry platoon go up against the Master Chief here, well see how good you do then, huh." "Chief, try not to beat them too badly, ok?" "Sir, yes sir!"
The next morning, as the guards were getting ready for what they thought would be the easiest fight they would ever fight, the Master Chief was picking out his weapons and loading them with TTR, or tactical training rounds. Once you got hit with one it would explode into some sort of paint like substance, and would knock you out. The Master Chie took an assault rifle and a shotgun. A few minutes later he was ready. The. The platoon of about one hundred and fifty ponies cam out in their shiny guard amor, ready for a fight. Once the fight started the Master Chief was unstoppable. Once the ponies got within seventy meters the Master Chief opened up with his assault rifle, ponies fell left and right. After he had blown through about a fourth of the formation he ran out of ammunition for his assault rifle. Switching over to his shotgun, he kept blowing ponies away. He got into a sort of rhythm, he would shoot, kill a whole wave, then scramble to reload before the next wave. Ben all of a sudden the Master Chief reached for more shotgun shells, but there were none. He threw the shotgun to the side, grabbed his magnum he always had, and blew through twenty ponies before running out of pistol rounds. Before switching back to his assault rifle and using it as a club to batter down pony after pony. Soon there was only one left standing, the master Chief the ponies were astounded, never had they seen a single pony take down ten royal guards, let alone one hundred and fifty. To top it off the master chie just acted like it was just another day in the office. He hadnt even broken a sweat, his armor was in pristine condition.