*KRACK!*
*BOOM!*
*KER-BAM!*
The entire camp shook and lit up in harsh white light as Lamb’s arrows connected with the barrels of Arcanite, forcing a magical reaction that blasted each of the barrels to pieces in a white flash, splinters digging in any poor soul that happened to be unarmored and around the barrel. The whole camp was briefly illuminated by the explosions, and very soon, everything went to hell.
The guards immediately opened fire on Rengar’s last position, into the treelines, and some randomly from all of the mass-panic and hysteria occurring at once. None of the retaliations could do any good as Rengar had now disappeared along with Sweetie Belle, and Lamb had quickly moved away from her firing position to escape from the explosions that blasted the tree apart.
At this point, Golden Might brandished his own rifle and sword, shouting his commands to regain control of his stallions.
“Damnit, regroup! Regroup! Stop firing!”
One by one, due to the guards having to reload after every rifle shot, they turned their heads and followed the orders of the ex-captain, beginning to form a phalanx around Golden Might if they were near, and fanning out to cover more ground if they were further away.
“Well played, Lion. But you can’t hide from me!”
Golden Might slammed down the Optical Enhancement Totem.
The ward activated, opening up its top, and completely illuminated the entire before cloaking into darkness on its own. At once, the darkness of night that had surrounded most of their camp had been shoved away from the totem, and at once, Rengar and his party’s biggest advantage had been taken away from them: darkness. Out of the corner of Golden Might’s eye, Rengar’s invisibility had been forcefully removed by the totem, and he was already busy freeing the other fillies after he had dealt with two guards that were surrounding them.
“There! Over by the fillies! Take aim and fire!”
The guards surrounding Golden Might had already finished reloading their new arcane cartridges. Taking aim, they lined up their sights towards Rengar and the other fillies…
...when magic had gripped a few of the guard’s rifles and redirected them into one another. The blue aura jerked the rifles around just as they fired, blasting apart numerous guards at close range. The second wave of confusion struck as blood covered the other guards who had survived the forced misdirection and others went briefly blind at the bright flashed from the Hextech rifles.
“Damnit! Where is…”, Golden Might stopped himself as he saw a figure moving through the treeline.
“Enemy unicorn! Right flank, kill him! Left flank, focus on the lion!”
The right side of Golden Might blasted apart the treeline in a flurry of magical blasts, splintering trees and even felling a few. The ones what fired upon Rengar had found that he had already left the area with the fillies.
Golden Might grit his teeth. They managed to get away. But they couldn’t leave now. They had to kill Golden Might and his mercenaries.
That was one fight that four beings alone couldn’t possibly win.
Rengar had carried the fillies by their tails; two over his right shoulder, and two over his left. The fillies had stopped screaming from the explosions that had rocked the camp after Rengar had snatched them up. Though they would have screamed once again when now they were in the possesion of some gigantic bipedal lion as Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo could see the familiar face of Shining Armor waiting by the tree, crossbow in hand.
Afterall, they were the flower fillies at his wedding.
Rengar quickly dropped them off near Shining Armor as Lamb and Wolf came down again to see if anypony had followed.
“Do you know a route they can take safely to get back home?”, Rengar watched over his shoulder for pursuers.
“I’ll lead them back and I’ll rejoin the fight. Think you guys can hold off?”, Shining Armor checked his crossbow.
“It would be worse for every second you aren’t here.”, Lamb spoke.
“Understood.”
Shining Armor departed to escort the fillies, and Rengar, Lamb, and Wolf turned to head back towards the battlefield. Thankfully, Shining Armor had really made a clever move when he used his magic to redirect fire back into the guards. If he hadn’t done so, Rengar would be a pile of ashes, along with those fillies. It was that damned device that Golden Might had placed down. It was almost like…
...a Stealth Ward.
Rengar cursed. He wished that he brought a Scrying Lens to reveal and destroy it, but that was in the past. They had to fight in the present with what they had.
“How will we reengage? They surely must have regrouped by now.”, Lamb watched the camp.
“We take them by surprise once again!”, Wolf snarled, obviously thirsty for combat.
“That won’t work. Not with that totem. Unless… Wolf and Lamb, create a diversion in the treelines. If my hunch is right, they will fire all of their rifles, and will have to reload. That’s when we regroup and attack them directly. Kick up dust of obscure vision, I don’t care. We need more concealment.”
“Well Wolf, you’ll soon get your feast.”
“Yes…!”
At once, Lamb pulled back on her magical bows, composing three arrows on the weapon. With an accuracy unparalleled to any living soldier, she let loose the arrows, each making contact to three guards’ heads. Once the guards fell, the others turned around and fired at her position, but not before she gracefully leaped to the side, firing out three more bolts at the guards.
Each arrow struck home in the hearts or heads of the guards that fired upon Lamb, and each guard fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Immediately after, the entire treeline where Lamb had stood had been obliterated by a volley of arcane ammunition hurled directly at her. Multicolored bursts of magic scoured the brush, creating a thick smoking mess of the shrubbery.
Golden Might held up his arm to cease firing, sure that one of the adversaries that he had to deal with was now taken care of…
...only to find that the same golden aura that had saved Sweetie Belle’s life was now encompassing Lamb, clutching the various wounds she had taken from the volley of shots. However, the aura seemed to keep her from completely falling apart and dying from the attack. No soul could know how much pain she was in.
That was until the golden aura pulsed and immediately healed Lamb’s wounds to a very noticeable recovery.
She pulled the bowstring back, and an arrow once again found its way to her disposal. At once, she fired. One guard was unfortunate enough to be in the way of the sailing arrow, becoming impaled through the stomach. The guard let out a bloody gasp as the arrow sailed straight into him, only to have another impact into his arm.
Unknown to him, each arrow created a sort of mark on him, with two being applied by the arrows. Only one more needed to be set for a devastating attack. And that devestating attack came right for him.
“Wolf! Now!”
The ground beneath the guards grew cold and lifeless as a creature of inescapable death sprouted from the ground and bared his teeth at them.
“Finally! A feast!”
Wolf barreled straight for the guard that had been marked for him, and took him by his jaws. With one quick snap, the pony’s spine shattered into over a hundred fragments, immediately dying from the bite. The other guards around the campsite now focused on killing this spirit of death, firing their rifles into his figure.
However, the guards realised too late that the black haze that formed Wolf’s “body” simply allowed the bullets to pass straight through. Admiss the confusion, every guard had fired their bullet that was loaded into their rifles.
Golden Might also realised this, and he knew that more of his guards would meet their end if they tried to reload and fire, repeating their process.
“Those at range, continue to reload! Engage in close quarters combat if possible! Find that archer!”
Unicorn guards began to teleport towards Lamb’s last known position to find and gut her, an intelligent move by the troops to find the ranged threat. Unfortunately for them, they found something far different than Lamb when they appeared in her last known spot.
“Peek-a-boo!”, Rengar cackled as he sprung from a bush, crushing one unicorn under his paws and turning to slash the throat of the other next to him. Once the one to his left had been dealt with, he sunk his wrist-blades into the guard that he had trampled, twisting the blade to ensure the messy, but definite kill.
The lion turned to the other troops that were beginning to close in on him, some in the back with their rifles locked and loaded.
His one eye scanned over each of the threats that were presented towards him. He hadn’t felt this thrilled in combat ever since he had been in the League.
Then, Rengar noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Lamb had come back around to flank behind the guards that were approaching him. Seeing her string three arrows for the ranged guards farthest from Rengar, but closest to Lamb, he initiated.
He broke into combat with his Hunting Knife, slashing down the first guards that tried to come for him easily while Lamb had shot the rifle-wielding ponies in their backs with her bow, severing each of their spines as the arrows penetrated their armor. Unsure of which opponent to fight, half of the guards broke for Rengar, their crystalline swords itching for blood to be spilled, while the other half attempted to teleport of dash after Lamb.
Rengar punched a unicorn that had appeared next to him and grabbed ahold of him. He threw him into two guards to keep the three stunned for the time being. One guard charged straight for him, screaming as he held his crystalline sword in the tightest grip possible. Evading the charge and allowing him to overshoot, Rengar kicked him in the back, sending him down.
Apparently, as with nearly every cat, Rengar loved to toy with his prey at times. Here, it was no different.
Lamb had been prancing and leaping to avoid sword slashes while expertly firing back at the guards, nearly each of the arrows connecting with their targets with extreme precision. Whenever a guard came close enough to attempt to kill Lamb with a sword, she would simply leap several yards back and put an arrow into him.
A method that she repeated to a frequency that League of Legends marksmen would call: “kiting”.
Wolf had reappeared at her side, and quickly spoke as he floated backwards with her.
“The ponies are coming into the forest! They’re bringing that totem with them as well!”
Lamb managed to juke the guards running at her by hiding into some brush, and spoke back with her calm and soothing voice, despite the bloody combat that was being waged.
“Totem or not, their willingness to kill us is foolish. They should have stayed in the safety of their own camp-”
“There’s something else they are bringing!”
When Wolf finished his sentence, it would appear that the entire forest had been blasted apart, tree by tree. Explosions smashed against the trees with the force of dynamite, felling more and more of the forestland than any deforestation could ever hope to do.
Rengar quickly ducked down as magical charges blasted and smashed the guards that were unfortunate to be caught in the volley to pieces. He had never ever experience something like this before, the entire forest being torn down by magical explosions at such a rapid rate, a smoking clearing that reeked of arcane magic.
When the explosions stopped, Rengar’s eye poked out from the bush, spying on the source.
It was Golden Might, brandishing a strange firearm that he held in an underhand, or underhoof position, with multiple barrels smoking and spinning from its previous fire. The barrels spun as Golden Might looked through the forest, the totem being mounted on his back in order for him to see what he couldn’t. Stepping along slowly, and being flanked by other guards, he watched the forest carefully while shouting, “I’ll cut down this bucking forest if that’s what it takes to kill you!”
Rengar saw this powerful weapon in Golden Might’s hooves, and thought back to himself. Where had he seen this weapon before?
Or more exactly, where had he seen a similar weapon?
Then, it clicked in his mind. It was a minigun. Back in Runeterra, the minigun was a Piltover invention that was claimed to be the fastest firing machine gun in the entire world, and Jinx, The Loose Cannon clearly used it to its effectiveness, making her one of the top marksmen within the League.
He had fought Jinx before many times on Summoner’s Rift, but she was never someone to take lightly, despite her mental condition being… “fascinating”.
The weakness of the minigun, or this Hextech Rotary Gun that Golden Might held was the amount of ammo that it would chew through, before undergoing a lengthy reload.
“Where are you, Rengar?! Come out so you can make this all easier!”, Golden Might shouted as he spooled up the gun again, unleashing another hail of arcane charges. Explosions riddled the forest as Rengar fled from the blasts, not intent on getting cut down by the massive amount of rounds being sent at him. He ran and ran as the sound of the gun became more high pitched, possibly upping its fire rate even more.
When Rengar was sure that he was out of range of the totem on Golden Might’s back, he regrouped with Lamb and Wolf who had also fled.
“Lamb! Take out that totem! And preferably that pony too!”
“I’ll go! Wolf, come!”
“Yes!”
It was all too soon that their plan instantly took a turn south. The group erupted in front of the three, as several gigantic and muscular lupines burst from the ground. Each holding some sort of crude, yet deadly looking blade in their paw, one snarled and charged straight for Rengar.
“Haha! Watch the pussycat get torn in half, brothers!”, the diamond dog barked as he tackled down Rengar, realising too late that the dog had burst out of the ground to his left.
While on the ground, Renar roared as he activated his wrist-blades and plunged them straight into the dog’s stomach, piercing through his armor and easily delivering a painful end to the dog as Rengar rolled him off with his feet.
“Dogs… I hate dogs…”, the lion sliced across the downed canine’s neck, effectively killing him.
When he looked around, more dogs were sprouting from the ground, obviously conscripts of Golden Might as some emerged with crystalline swords. The roar of Golden Might’s gun sounded again as several trees blasted into splinters behind them, forcing Lamb, Wolf, and Rengar to take cover while simultaneously fending off Golden Might’s diamond dog reinforcements. Cracks of Hextech rifles still went off, as stray bullets found themselves dangerously close to their position.
“Lamb! Is your Respite ready?!”, Rengar shouted as more shots blasted the tree towering above him into flaming pieces that pelted down on top of them.
“No! I’ve exhausted my mana!”, Lamb tried to get a bead of Golden Might for a kill, but explosions kept her ducked down and low.
“Grahhh! Now I know how it feels to be trapped!”, Wolf for once whimpered as the end for death itself seemed to draw closer, with Golden Might’s several platoons and the diamond dogs closing in on both sides.
Golden Might stepped over a log, getting a clear view of Rengar and his party, huddled up against the only tree standing in the general vicinity. Smoke and smoldering ruin of the forest lay scattered everywhere as the soldiers advanced towards the group, rifles aimed at them, and the diamond dogs beginning to take their position to cut off any means of escape.
“Well now, Rengar. How does it feel to be trapped, with no way to escape? Surely all of those meaningless hunts should have taught you by now.”, Golden Might laughed as the red-hot barrels of the rotary gun pointed directly at the group.
Rengar’s teeth were never grit with more hatred in his life. He had been beat. Rengar knew this feeling from the League, as even there were some opponents that he couldn’t fight without teamwork, but even now, teamwork has failed in this fight.
“I mean, there was what, over one hundred of us, fully armed to the teeth, and there was only three or four of you? I know you don’t think of me as much of the brilliant military leader that you shall soon come to realise, but those are some long odds.”
“Come down here so I can snap your head off with my-”
*KER-KRACK!*
A soldier had given Golden Might his own rifle, of which he quickly took aim, and placed a shot directly into Wolf’s mask.
“Wolf! No!”, Lamb covered Wolf’s face with her body, embracing her friend ensuring that if any more harm were to come his way, they would get through Lamb first.
Wolf could only give very low and painful sounding breaths as his mask wa nearly in fragments, pure arcane residue from the round tainting inside of the cracks.
Rengar looked back up as another soldier walked up to Golden Might with a barrel of arcanite. Refilling his rotary gun, he pointed it directly at Rengar and Lamb, as well as the dying Wolf.
“You coward! Face me and prove that you are the better pony!”
Golden Might only smiled.
“Actually, I’m just going to evaporate you right here, right-”
“Now.”
Another voice rang out as a crystal bolt impacted directly into the barrels of the cannon, causing its spinning to jam and ultimately killing the usability of the weapon. Golden Might didn’t even look over as he switched to the rifle on his back, but only managed to blast a pink shield that encompassed around Rengar and Kindred.
At that point, Golden Might turned to where his plans were being interfered with.
Two big banners were held up by an armored pony, one bearing the Canterlot Garrison, the other being the Crystal Empire Army. Ponies in a sizable force wearing golden and crystal armor stood in formation, shields and spears at the ready while others wielded crossbows in the back.
Golden Might was staring at the remnants of the Canterlot Garrison and the Crystal Army. Combined together, it was a sight to behold…
...and fear.
Shining Armor stepped forward, his horn now glowing in a pink aura as he still held the shield up around Rengar, Lamb, and Wolf.
“Just try to take another shot, Golden. That force-field managed to hold back an entire Changeling hive.”, Shining Armor brandished his own crystal sword.
Golden Might simply stood there, staring at the army that had amassed in what remained in his camp. looking back at his men, and seeing everyone still with their rifles, he gave the order that now started yet another battle on this bloody night.
“Open fire!”
“Charge!”
The command to fire was issued to Golden Might’s mercenaries while the command to charge was ordered by Shining Armor’s coalition. The loyalists barreled forwards, spears outreached to impale while the mercenaries took their shots, blasting the ranks with rifle fire, but not breaking them.
Rengar helped Wolf into Lamb’s grasp as Golden Might’s priorities shifted, inspecting the damage. Wolf’s head had gone limp, yet his spirit body still waved through the chilly air.
“Lamb. You must know that your time to fight has ended. Go and tend to your friend. I’ll go avenge what Golden Might has done to him.”
Though Lamb wanted to fight, she knew that she couldn’t afford for Wolf to die. They came from the ame source, as she was ying, he was yang, and there was never one without the other.
“Be safe, hunter.”, Lamb dashed away with Wolf, as Rengar turned back around. the diamond dogs had left to join the fight.
Perfect.
“Focusssss…”
Rengar materialized away from view, and stalked back to the battle at hand now. The two armies had collided with each other, blood being spilled at all ends. The hunter looked for a re-engagement with a favorable opportunity, and found one shortly.
An earth pony wearing golden armor, a Canterlot Garrison pony had been knocked onto the ground by a diamond dog, ready to plunge the oversized blade into the much smaller pony that lay helpless below it.
Rengar’s eye grew wide as the pupil inside of it began to shrink down. The thrill of the hunt was back inside Rengar, causing his heart to accelerate, and his vision to expand further and further. As Golden Might was occupied, he couldn’t call out Rengar from his totem, allowing Rengar to start his run towards the dog.
His teeth clenched, the grip on his hunting knife tightened, and soon, he sprung out of the shadows.
He drew a bola, upon spinning it up, it was clear that it was far more deadly and hindering than his others, as a thick webbing of net encircled the strings of the bola.
“Slow down!”, Rengar shouted as the bola was sent to the dog, wrapping around his back and continuing around him until his entire body was caught in the net. Rengar leaped at the ensnared dog with a mighty roar and attached himself to the back of the dog.
Ticks on your back was one thing. A lion hunter with a hunting knife about as large as a pony’s body stabbing and plunging into your back was an entire new world of pain. The diamond dog couldn’t even move from the net, allowing the pony under him to retrieve his dropped crossbow and end his suffering with a bolt into his thick head.
Before the pony could thank Rengar and get back to battle, the thrill of the hunt had already consumed Rengar. He ran straight into a mercenary pony, grabbed ahold of his much smaller figure than Rengar, and smashed his back right down on his knee, snapping his spine and killing him instantly.
He jumped away to avoid a blast of a Hextech rifle aimed at him, laying his eye on three pegasi in the air. Golden Might’s ponies, armed with hextech rifles reloaded in the air to take another shot at the lion. His instincts taking over, Rengar dove for another mercenary, and completely beheaded him from behind with his knife.
Taking the rifle which had not been fired, he took the gun as if it were a pistol, pointed the rifle into the sky, lined up the back sight with the fore sight on the middlemost pony, and pulled the trigger. A blast of magic hurled towards the pegasus, impacting and completely blasting apart the soldier, catching the other two at his side from his armor’s and the cartridge’s shrapnel and from the pure concussive force of the explosion. The pegasi hurled back down the Equestria, never to fly, nor breath, for that fact, again.
Rengar looked at the battlefield, finding that several barrels of arcanite still remained through the camp, with soldiers running towards a few to get more of the magic dust to reload their rifles…
...all in close proximity.
Something clicked in Rengar’s mind as he remembered something back in his day of being a League of Legends Champion.
He remembered a fellow who instead of fighting rather fairly, he would call in a cannon barrage from his own boat.
A fellow who seemed to love oranges.
A fellow that said the exact same thing that Rengar muttered as he took another rifle off of a dead mercenary, and aimed at one of the barrels where soldiers were reloading their magic rifles.
“Like shootin’ fish in a barrel.”
Gangplank’s words were said through Rengar’s mouth this time, as he took aim with his eye and let loose a round right at the highly volatile magic mineral. The harshest and brightest explosion Rengar had ever seen ignited before his eyes as the guards around the barrel were sent flying away from in, in one flaming piece, or multiple. The gigantic explosion sent flaming wooden shards in every direction around it, one catching another barrel.
Another explosion blasted several guards to bits as the barrel threw its shrapnel into other guards and into another barrel.
Soon, the chain reaction, as fast as it had started, had come to a fiery end with smoking bodies and pieces of said bodies lying around the place, heavily tipping the battle into Shining Armor’s favor, a his coalition had to worry less about a good chunk of Golden Might’s men.
In the meantime, Shining Armor utilised the surprise that the diamond dog he was fighting against experienced when the explosions occurred to shove his blade straight into the throat of the dog. He looked around, and rallied his men to reform their ranks and start to push down Golden Might’s now scattered army.
“Rengar!”
Shining called as the lion came back to his side.
“Thought you skipped out on us.”
“And miss this fight? I just had to get a few of my friends together first.”
Then, Golden Might was spotted, cutting down a coalition pony that wasn’t lucky enough to disengage from him.
Turning around, the look in his eyes said it all to Rengar.
“You go for that bastard. Me and my stallions will keep the traitors off of you.”
Rengar smiled deviously and nodded.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ll bring back his head for you.”
Shining nodded and smiled as well.
“Won’t be worth a lot, but I’d say it would look good over your mantle place.”
Then, Rengar broke free from his ranks. From the chaos and confusion happening from this night-time battle, no other soldier, but Golden Might could see Rengar barrel towards him.
Drawing his crystal sword, Golden Might shouted and charged straight for Rengar.
“I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!”, Golden Might shouted as the crystal sword, gripped in his own magic pointed towards the lion.
“I was just about to say the same thing!”, Rengar’s Hunting Knife sliced apart the ground as he dragged it along, ready to slash up at the pony.
Then, they met blades.
Sparks flew as the Hunting Knife met Golden Might’s sword, sliding against each other in an ear-shattering screech. Rengar slashed at Golden Might’s neck, but was denied when the sword levitated up and stopped his attack in his tracks.
Then, the pistol on Golden Might’s hip floated up in a golden aura as well, and blasted a bullet into Rengar’s chest, getting between a gap in his armor. The lion roared in agony as the bullet burrowed into him, with Rengar clutching his wound. As blood leaked onto his paw, Golden Might laughed and tossed the pistol aside. He brought up his sword for the killing blow-
-only to be stopped by Rengar’s Hunting Knife, while still under pain from the bullet.
Shocked, Golden might heard Rengar’s growling voice.
“I’ve been shot by many bullets, ones that were impure, another being an 80. Caliber.”
Rengar fought through his pain and his wound, overpowering Golden Might’s sword and slashing up to knock it away. Bringing it down again, Golden might parried the attack, but struggled back from the sheer magnitude of strength that was behind it.
Using his magic, he levitated more swords off of dead guards, and angled them at Rengar. Rengar stepped back to judge these blades. All crystalline. Damnit. Golden Might slashed and stabbed wildly with every blade he could throw at Rengar, him now using his wrist blades to block the incoming swords as well as his Hunting Knife.
“Feeling a little overwhelmed, Lion?!”
Rengar kept getting pushed back by the swords stabbing and spinning at him, being simply too many to fight at once, and each one seemed to behave just as if another person was wielding it.
“Argh! Ragh!”, Rengar roared as he furiously defended against the onslaught of attacks sent at him.
“You and the Princesses won’t stop me from returning this land to its former glory as the military super power it was! After I’m done with you, I’m going to slaughter every last pony that isn’t on my side here! And even then… I’ll go straight to Ponyville and do the same. Even Canterlot will fall under me.”, Golden Might harshly spoke to the lion through his gritted teeth.
Getting pushed further and back, Rengar’s eye opened up. He’s fought for no cause his entire life. Through every battle in the League, it was all of personal glory.
For himself.
But now, just as he had realised before, there was such a thing as innocent lives. There was such a thing as immoral acts.
And he will be damned if a pony out of anything would carry it out.
With that, Rengar’s mouth flew open, and a titanic roar blasted from his jaws. A great force of rage blasted the swords away from him, with Golden Might only keeping hold onto one. From the roar, his ferocity returned, healing the numerous scrapes and cuts that he had sustained from the swords. Even the bullet wound, though not fully healing, had stopped its pain.
When Golden Might recovered from the roar, Rengar had leaped straight at him, Hunting Knife in paw and both of his wrist blades out.
The ex-captain brought his sword to bare, but hardly deflected the first attack that was sent his way. He tried to counter the onslaught, but his sword was met by Rengar’s left wristblades, leaving him open to his Hunting Knife. A powerful slash ruined his armor and pierced straight through, drawing blood from the traitor.
Golden Might shouted in pain as he stumbled back, gaining his composure again. However, he no longer saw the lion he loathed so much. Now, he saw something that could only come from a nightmare.
A blue light, Rengar’s eye, and an orange light, from his eye binding were the only two things he could see during the night in front of him. The slight white glow from ultra-sharp teeth bared into a smile as the lion approached him. Holding up his sword in magic, but noticing that it had become the slightest bit more shaky, prepared for the lion’s next attack.
Then, the eyes and teeth disappeared.
Golden Might frantically looked around, unsure where the lion had gone. Surely the totem would reveal him.
The only thing was, that the totem wasn’t working. Looking around, Golden Might saw that the lens that operated the stealth detection of the totem was sliced off. Rengar had to have gotten a slash in and severed the device.
Now, Golden Might could only turn this way and that, to see where the lion might jump out from. His other soldiers were occupied, or getting slaughtered by the overwhelming coalition.
The darkness only seemed to enclose him as the tents that had been set ablaze from the camp projected eery orange and black shadows and light across the battlefield. The silhouettes flicked and flickered from the fires. Golden Might’s heart raced and raced. His chest moved up and down, his breathing becoming even more unstable from his now terror of the lion that stalked him from somewhere.
“Oh gods… please…”, Golden Might shook with absolute fear as he looked around at the burning scenery around him, with the darkness wavering and surrounding him.
Then, a roar made his heart nearly burst from his chest, and sent a shock of terror down his spine. The lion burst from a bush and smashed down Golden Might, who quickly tried to get back to his hooves. He slashed wildly at what was in front of him, not even knowing what was there to meet his sword.
Rengar simply stepped back and allowed Golden Might to wildly slash his sword, deciding to at least toy with him and parry each of the strikes, getting straight back into the fight, or whatever of a fight was left.
“Buck you! Buck you! You’re a demon! I know it! I’ll send you to Tartarus!”
Golden Might raised his sword above his head to bring it down on Rengar.
One opening was all that he needed.
One quick, yet powerful slash inches above Golden Might’s head severed his horn, earning a painful scream from the pony as he fell to the ground, instantly dropping the sword and clutching his head.
Rengar picked up the severed horn in his paw, and lay his eyes on Golden Might on the ground, screaming in agony.
Golden Might’s eyes opened up, seeing a dropped pistol on the floor. He stretched out his hoof to reach of it, but another hoof stepped on top of the pistol.
Shining Armor kicked away the firearm, and shook his head.
“I don’t think so.”
Golden Might, through his pain lay witness to his entire mercenary force slaughtered, or with some being lead away after they had apparently surrendered. He looked back up at Rengar, who placed his horn into a pouch on his belt.
“You… you… you’ve only let Equestria slip back into its state of powerlessness. I only wanted Equestria to prosper… but then you were all too blind for that.”
Then, Rengar took Golden Might by his neck and sprouted out his wrist blades on his other arm, angled to his throat as well.
“Equestria will prosper when ponies like you are out of the equation.”