The Wolf and the Unicorn

My paws slapped the ground as I chased the girls.  Ears perked to the sounds of combat as I raced towards where I thought I heard them.  Hands digging into my pack as I ran, its weight bucking against my chest with every step.  Trying to find the few weapons I brought with me.  Hoping they would make a difference.

A burst of purple magic screamed by my face and made me skid to a stop as I looked into the melee ahead of me.  Hundreds of ponies were fighting in my way.  Every one of them looked so much like my friends.  Every pony fought like my friends.  All except two.  You could barely see a pink blur inside a cloud of confetti as a cannon roared over and over, throwing ponies everywhere.  A lavender burst of magic on the left of the area pointed out where Twilight was.  Any Pinkie or Twilight was fair game.  Let the games commence.

My right hand found what I was seeking.  The smooth rubber grip of my revolver filled my palm as I drew it out of my pack.  My left with the two speedloaders as I let my bag drop with a soft thump.  Eighteen shots.  Only eighteen shots against hundreds.  "This is going to be interesting," I thought to myself as I lowered the sights to the side of the nearest Twilight.  The green dot of the front sight contrasting against her purple fur.  Squeeze... Don't pull.  You only have one shot before they know you are here.

*BOOM*

My presence was announced with the roar of my magnum and a six inch fireball as the nearest Twilight was thrown sideways in a shower of gore.  Green blood showering across the nearest changelings as the hollowpoint tore through it.  As one, the group closest turned and charged.  My fingers danced on the trigger, expending the remaining five shots in a staccato burst of sound and fury.  Too few of the charging ponies fell to the ground.  Five shots, five gouts of blood and screams, but five was still too few as they neared.

A quick push of a button and I snapped the revolver open, a shove on an exposed rod tossed 6 smoking cases to the ground, as I rammed one of the speedloaders into the gun.  A twist and the rounds unlocked, filling the revolver with purpose again.  Knowing I wouldn't get another reload, I dropped the other speedloader.  Sometimes a good defense is a homicidal offense.  Just a few strides kept the oncoming horde away.  Just a few strides took me into their midst.  A howl on my lips and flame on my claws, it was time to show these creatures why humanity was the apex predator.

The first creature I ran into was stunned out of fear or insecurity.  Either way, it didn't matter as I slammed my revolver down on its head, cracking its horn as it screamed in agony.  Screams that only increased in volume and fear as I grabbed the cracked horn with my other hand and ripped it from the changeling's head in a spurt of blood.  There was no resistance as I kicked it to the ground.

Movement behind and to the left.  My ears perked as I spun, imbedding my newly acquired horn into the throat of another pony that could do nothing but paw at its throat and make gurgling noises as blood filled its lungs.  Pain erupting from my side as I was kicked.  The changeling knew it was a mistake as it was immediately looking down the barrel of my 357.  A loud noise and a faint green mist, and I was looking through it's head.

Combat swirled all around me, but I only attacked the ponies that I was sure were the fakes.  The moment they showed hostility, I ended them.  One after another, long after the revolver was empty.  My claws sought purchase in nearby flesh, ripping and tearing.  The revolver working as a club.  My howls driving them either to or from me.  At some point, I lost the revolver.  Last I saw it, the firearm was imbedded in the skull of the changeling that tried to gore me.  I offset its insane charge by ramming the weapon into its eye socket and shoving the creature to the ground.

My left leg went numb and I fell to my knees as a bolt of changeling magic impacted my side.  They had gotten smart, staying out of my reach.  Barely staying upright as charge after charge hit me, the numbness spreading, until I was slumping over, falling face first onto the smooth stones of the Canterlot streets.  A weight pressed onto my back as one of the bastards stepped on me and whispered in my ear.

"The Queen wants you alive.  You will serve her or die."

Apparently the gurgling noises I made as it stepped on my spine weren't what it wanted to hear.  More weight piled on as changeling after changeling piled onto me.  I really was going to die.

Fuck that.

Fuck you bastards.

FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU AND YOUR QUEEN!

The thoughts echoed in my head as I came to a realization.  A realization in panic that I just hoped was correct.

I reached down into myself, touching the gems imbedded in my body, the crystals fueled by all the magic I had gathered.  By all the magic absorbed, and most importantly, the rage that kept me running.

"Hold him down!"

Like hell.

Flames started to spread across my skin.

"Knock this freak out!  He's trying to use magic!"

The changelings tried to move around so one of them could do something, but their something never came.  A hoof came down on the palm of one of my numb hands.  I grabbed it with everything I had and forced the flames to flow.  Bright light spreading.  Leaping from one doppelganger to another as I fed it my wrath, the fire hungered.

I could feel the crystals in my body burning hot.  Good.  Give into the hate.  Feel their blood on your hands.  Remember what Twilight said.

Screams of agony filled the air again as crystals exploded out of the bastard I was gripping so tight, impaling his friends.  Tying them together with chains of blood as black gems burst out of any soft spot on their body.  Blood raining down on me as they tried to run.  Tried to flee.  Tried to survive as I tore their lives from them.

I was kicked.  I was stomped.  I was bruised and battered.  I was victorious.  The last thought as I lost consciousness was that I hoped I killed enough of the bastards to help the girls.  I welcomed the darkness and respite from the pain.