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// Ponyville Offensive 
// Story: Guyver: The Bio-Boosted Protector of Equestria 
// by Saviour From The Dark 
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Guyver.........Guyver was lost. He did not know where to go on his own, not without Fluttershy, but his friend was sleeping as he held her close in his arms. The mare was extremely light for the Bio-Boosted Cro-Magnon yet as he carried her, tight and secure, he wandered towards where all of the 'bright things' were. There were also buildings but to Guyver they reminded him of Fluttershy's "home" as she called it where all the "animals" were, from the ones that were on the ground to the ones that moved through the sky.

The distant town came closer and closer with every step of the armoured protector, occasionally looking down at his charge to make sure she was okay, though the feeling of Fluttershy wriggling every-so-often in his arms would draw his complete attention.......Even to the point where he would stop walking just to pay attention to her, to protect her.

Guyver could see the deep orange colour of the sun as it sat beautifully behind the town or as Fluttershy called it "Ponyville", the fluffly clouds which hung over the town were dyed a light pink that seemed to further radiate the warmth even as the sun was preparing to make way for the birth of night. 

However. Guyver sensed something........wrong. As the sensory orbs upon his head moved back and forth Guyver could hear distant sounds of something all to familiar and all the beings he could sense were scurrying around, as though pitiful lab rats, this familiar sound brought a very well acquainted feeling to Guyver. Anger. Hate. The way his once gentle hands now curled to the point where they nearly touched Fluttershy but he wouldn't do that for how could he hurt his only friend?

Guyver.......Understood what he had to do, for the second time since being with Fluttershy he could understand completely what had to be done and how to do it. Dust clouded where Guyver once stood as his powerful form bounded to Ponyville at a staggering pace, the trail of dust left behind was not even close to touching to ground by the time Guyver was entering Ponyville.

With the grace of a leopard Guyver slid across the ground and behind a crumbling building burning flames seemed to encompass most of Ponyville, the graceful action created a blast of pressure which flowed past Guyver. Guyver's sensors once again scanned the area yet now there were no signs of life in the area, at least not as much as he first sensed, then two beings suddenly moved within the area. Almost as if they just appeared.

As Guyver sat against the wall with his delicate charge cradled in his arms he looked down at her and the sound of breath escaped the sonic emitters, the orbs which were placed around where one would expect a mouth. Setting her down gently Guyver burst into an effortless sprint from behind the wall and headed in the direction of the two life signatures his burst of speed extinguishing some of the nearby flames, the Cro-Magnon allowed instinct to lead his actions as doing so had kept him alive to this very point.

The closer Guyver got to the two signatures, louder were the sounds of conflict and thicker was the black smoke of war, destruction led towards the only two signs of life and yet he couldn't of felt more familiar with the chaos around him, almost comfortable. 

He could sense them behind crumbling building, a building that stood in his way, with the grace of wind Guyver jumped into the air and used his speed to power his drop kick through the wall without any effort whatsoever. The first wall he slid through like a knife through butter and the second he passed through just as easily, debris and dust followed his exit, Guyver collapsed into a roll as he hit the ground to then propel himself into the air performing a front flip and landing upon his feet with elegance of a cat.

A second. That's all he had to observe the two life forms. Both were like Fluttershy but one was like fire and lacked wings but had a horn while the other has wings yet also had a horn like the fiery one however this one was also a different colour, the were facing each other as he came through the wall yet they diverted their attention to him. 

Half a second. In this time he tilted his head to avoid a purple beam and then tilted it to the other side to avoid another purple beam, Guyver's reflexes allowed him to see the beams as they were fired from the glowing horns of his attackers. Seeing them ready their follow up he cartwheeled out of the way of a much larger purple beam, it managed to leave a notable scar on the land as the energy beam faded over the horizon. He found himself running up a building as rapid blue blasts attempted to fire upon his feet yet before he reached the roof he propelled himself across the the other building and as he spun in mid air a purple beam attempted to catch him off guard but was subdued by a thin orange beam, this beam was fired from a small emerald gem directly above the metal circle on his forehead.

Guyver's feet hit the wall of the building he had been aiming for and thus he went flying through to the other side of the former residents home. He suddenly sensed something behind him, again almost as if they just appeared out of no where, and he saw the fiery one charging up energy for a larger beam then his attention was drawn to the bright light in front of him. It was the purple one and it fired multiple beams simultaneously yet Guyver could see each one as they sluggishly approached him. The metal circle on his forehead emitted a glow as his own beam met the oncoming projectiles with equal numeracy yet cancelled out the opposing beams, a failed attempt to overwhelm him.

Then he turned as he heard the fiery one behind him shout to the purple one in front, the purple one was distracting him, a purple aura enveloped Guyver as his attempts to move seemed to be fruitless. He felt something touch his back and light was all he saw for a few moments. 

Warm.Tingly. If Guyver knew these words he would of used them to describe the sensation he just felt. Steam rose from his unscathed form. Looking ahead of himself he saw the vast destruction caused by the fiery one's attack. Turning around to gaze behind himself he could see his two foes staring with wide eyes, he was reminded of the very look his former "masters" gave him before they fell gruesomely by his hands.

His mind became clouded with hatred, they were just like his creators and they would pay dearly for destroying Fluttershy's "Ponyville". They were rooted to the spot, just like his "masters". A bright glow was seen beneath Guyver's armoured chest. Slowly he brought his hands up to his chest and the armoured plates seemed to loosen slightly as the glow intensified. As if he was about to rip of own chest open he dug his fingers in-between the loose plates, the loose plates were like armoured pectorals and he had grasped them just before they met the breast bone. Guyver began to pull.

"GUYVER!"

The hate subsided as did the blinding glow from beneath his armoured plates. He looked behind his enemies and saw his only friend. 

"Fluttershy".