Now I know what you’re thinking: ‘Why attack somepony this powerful head-on?’ ‘How can you in all honesty expect this to work?’ ‘Are you insane!?’ Those first two you’ll have to trust me on. The last one, however, is a resounding ‘Abso-fucking-lutely’
Just as my sword was rounding on the back of his neck, he flipped sideways, grabbing my arms (somehow) in his hooves and flung me to the ground with enough force to crack the pavement.
Ouch.
Thank Luna for enchanted armour.
Anyway, I slowly got myself to my feet, grabbing my fallen sword in my right hand, just as Sombra landed but 10 metres away. He turned into smoke form (insert smoking pun here) and launched himself at me . I deftly rolled beneath his attack, springing myself to my feet again. He reformed into his physical form again, though not the one I was expecting. Where the shroud once was stood a jet-black humanoid, bringing the dreaded words ‘Equestria Girls’ to mind. In his hand formed a broad sword.
This was either going to be fun, or hurt a lot.
I raised my sword in a Soresu stance (Soresu is Form III lightsaber combat for those of you who don’t care much for Star Wars.).
“Surrender, Sombra, and I may let you live.” I said as calmly as I could, which came out as more of a shaky voice from the adrenalin.
He readied his sword in a Vapaad stance (Form VII).
“So be it.” With that, we launched at eachother, closing the distance in less than a second, our swords clashing in a shower of sparks, no doubt from the enchantments. We broke apart, me completely adopting a Soresu defence whilst he attacked with aggressive Ataru strikes (Form IV) at my head, torso, and legs.
He attempted an overhand locking strike, where I saw an opening. I side-stepped, catching his blade on mine and forcing it backwards towards where I would have been. He stumbled, allowing me to lash out with a brutal Makashi strike (Form II) at his head. He spun quickly along his stumble, catching my killing blow before falling onto his back due to the power behind my attack and his own momentum.
With an impressive display of agility, he shot up from his position in a backflip before I could strike. He struck a Djem So pose (Form V), clearly far from retreating. Good.
I leapt at him with an impressive Vapaad attack, combining speed, strength, and aggression into a series of devastating attacks before switching to Niman (Form VI) and deflecting his counterattacks efficiently. Then, as our blades locked once more, he pushed with enough strength to stop a charging Hydra, forcing me to my knees, where he delivered a powerful kick to my throat, sending me back at least 10 feet and sending my sword flying beyond my grasp.
He strode up to me in triumph, his sword leveled at my neck. “Say your last words.” he spoke in a heavy bass voice.
“One last trick up my sleeve,” I croaked with a smirk. Before he could respond, a beam of energy, a swirl of the colours light blue, navy blue, purple, and gold hit him in the side of the head, completely dazing him, before both Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy swooped down and picked him up, him being too weak and stunned to move. He could only stare in horror as he saw a light blue cannon with the words Party Cannon 3.0 engraved on it’s side manned by Pinkie Pie aimed at him, with Applejack in the barrel, wearing a hat with a large metal spike on top.
The cannon fired, and AJ pummelled into his abdomen, bisecting his spinal column through his stomach, before they fell to the ground, AJ being lucky enough to have RD catch her mid-fall. Sombra was not so lucky.
He lay in a puddle of his own blood on a cracked pavement, his eyes closed in pain. I strode up in front of him whilst the Mane 6 and two Princesses stood behind me. I held my sword in a reverse grip against his throat, my left hand on the tip of the handle.
“Last chance, Sombra. Surrender, or perish.” I said in a neutral tone, my face an emotionless mask.
“Rot… in tartarus…” He groaned, spitting in my face.
“As a lazy tailor would say, suit yourself.” I pushed the sword into his neck and yanked it out, standing back as he thrashed about, choking on his own blood, too weak to heal. He gurgled his last and lay still, finally defeated.
We all stood in silence, recovering from the adrenalin boost. As it left my body, I began to feel faint. I staggered forwards a bit, before collapsing on the stone floor, unconscious.
In the icy tundras of the frozen north…
The ruins of Tlmnar were never active, life being unable to survive in the harsh conditions. Well, at least to an outsider.
Within the ruins were two figures, shrouded in black cloaks, standing around a horizontal viewing portal.
“Do you have what you need?” Came a raspy voice, reminiscent of that of Starscream.
“Yes. All is proceeding well. He is developing far faster than I had hoped.” came the booming voice of the second shrouded figure.
“Soon, we will take over?”
“Yes. Soon. But now, we wait. And we observe. No more.”
“Yes, Master.”