The TARDIS parked itself wearily on the innermost part of Ponyville. The Doctor stepped out to warn somepony and, if possible, everypony. The impending danger of the great beast that was about to make itself known to the whole of Equestria.
It was a bright, new day in Ponyville. The streets were filled with ponies of all races all with a place to go.
The Doctor stopped upon seeing the mayor. She could easily notify the whole town of the incoming danger.
He trotted quickly over to the mare and told her of the happening in Tartarus, before going on to spread the word. Hell was coming.
On the other end of the portal, a sky-blue unicorn sat duct-taped to a chair.
Blast looked up to see twelve disturbing-looking men. All of them glared at him with distasteful looks.
Another man in crutches finally made his way into the room. Blast recognized him as the man he had fought about a month ago. The man’s eye twitched as he arrived.
“Why didn’t you kill him already?” came the man.
Silence was his response until one man gained the nerve to step forward and speak.
“We thought you would like to do the honors. You were the man he injured. You also hired all of us to get him. He’s yours to kill.”
The man smiled weakly as if to acknowledge that it was a true observation.
He drew a gun and pointed it at the stallion’s head.
“Last words?” he offered.
“If you would please allow, I would like my last words to be an answered question.”
The man rolled his eyes.
“Fine.”
Blast responded, “Of the assassins you hired, which ones are here?” His voice came out shaky and worried.
“What?” asked the man as he stared blankly in search of a reason for asking something so off-subject from a regular last few words.
“Of the assassins you hired, which ones are here?” he came, even shakier.
The man turned around and counted each of the men that surrounded him.
He finished counting and glared at the unicorn. “It’s not an unreasonable question.” He thought to himself.
“All of them,” was the final response of the angry human.
It was music to Blast’s ears.
He glared up at the cripple: more smug than blaming.
“All of them?” he spoke, his mouth curling over mostly the right side as he was finally going to finish off the conflict with one swift movement.
Kevin looked down at his pocket watch. The letters on the inside wall inscribed fluttershy's moments of content as he stood by her side. Finally.