For a while we just stood there, waiting for the creature or the monsters to make a move. The creature lowered its blade and rose its shield in a sort of regal stance, then snarled loud enough for all to hear. The soldiers paced around him, glancing to us but quickly averting their attention to the creature.

They were scared, and the creature knew as much. Even with the hundreds of soldiers to back them up, they didn't dare to make a move. The creature roared loudly, then charged forward. The rush forced the soldiers to attack, but they proved useless against it. We watched it skillfully swing its blade and use its shield as much more than a defensive tool. Soldiers were sent in every direction, some toward us even, as it fought without remorse. The soldiers completely ignored us, even when they were tossed in our direction. The fight went on for some time, the creature getting soaked in black blood, as well as its sword. The floor was slowly pooling with the black fluids of the soldiers, and the living monsters ignored it as they fought in the blood of their fallen. A soldier was sent flying in our direction, getting hung against the wall by the blue sword piercing its chest. It struggled for a moment, until a club smashed its head open.

The creature used its bare hands to tear them apart, punching and kicking deftly as the onslaught of soldiers came. It roared and bellowed constantly, and I could hear emotion in them. Anger, rage… sadness… a thirst for vengeance. It had been imprisoned for Creator-knows how long, and I could understand most of it… but why sadness?

I glanced off to the side, noticing a dying soldier reaching for a rifle. Its left arm was bent incorrectly, and a deep gash in its chest poured a ridiculous amount of blood. The soldier took aim with the rifle, and panic rose in me, only one thing acting in response.

"Watch out!"

The creature turned to me, then to the soldier. Alerting it may have been the worst decision, as the rounds pierced it in several places and a group of soldiers pounced on top. It screamed in agony, but those turned to roars as it pulled them off and threw them into the rest of the horde, forcing many into a tumble. After that, it kicked up a dagger, caught it, then beamed it straight through the injured soldier's head. It jumped toward us, grabbing its sword from the hanging soldier and sheathing it, then turned to the assembling horde. I could feel another surge of mana funneling into two places, then displacements of magic throughout the room. The room began shaking violently, and the soldiers halted immediately. The creature grunted with effort as its arms moved with invisible resistance. The rumbling intensified, enormous cracks opening on the ceiling. Sensing the danger, the soldiers scampered over each other as they fled for the door, but they didn't make it far before boulders fell from above.

All we could do was stare… none of us sure what to do. There was no denying the fact that that thing was doing all of this alone. It was slaughtering them, even with the four holes in its armor and body. The onslaught of soldiers had ceased, and the roars and growls had lowered. But… it was still on high alert, drawing its sword and raising it in a readied stance. I couldn't believe those monsters were still coming back for more, after what it did. Now that it was closer, I had a better view of something that had been bothering me. Around its neck, and still active from the look of it, was the final brace. There were imprints of its fingers on it, meaning it had tried to force it off but failed. If it still had on that brace… we still hadn't seen the extent of its abilities.

My attention snapped back to the mess of boulders and bodies as the true monster of the horde reappeared. I couldn't see the creature's expression because of the helmet, but I could see the glare from the deformed soldier. I guessed it was doing the same, as it readied its blade and let out a low snarl. The soldiers waited behind it, shifting around and growling at the creature and us. Their leader stepped forward slowly, and the creature rose its blade, ready for an attack. It stopped a few meters away, its gaze straying to us… but… I could feel its eyes bearing down on me.

"Fün'ak erko bruut olokt dot (Don't even think about it)" the creature snarled.

The mutant across from it started chuckling softly, then shook its head. "Gef grat igiskonolp, jro erk'ak ül bondosht ül jro vuvikat ek, Doshu'um (With that neutralizer, you aren't as powerful as you would be, Doshu'um)" It chuckled grimly, snarling soon after. "Def utla jro vorsh (If only you knew)"

The creature stiffened slightly, lowering its blade as it stepped forward. "Hruuk erk jro nuklak gorot?! (What are you talking about?!)" It shouted forcefully.

The Alpha started laughing maniacally, then smirked as it reached into a pouch and held out its balled fist. Several of its claws opened, save for the thumb and first claw. Dangling from it…

…was a necklace.

The gems on it were foreign and beautiful, much more than any diamond we've ever seen. There was a very intricately carved shape dangling from the silver-looking chain. It looked like a heart, made from a series of lines with symbols carved into it. The jewelry was obviously feminine… and it didn't belong to the creature in front of us.

But there wasn't any doubt that it recognized where it was from.

I felt a massive amount of mana surging, then darker magics surfacing in the air. The room shook with enough power to rock us all, and I noticed the creature had its fists clenched. The armor separated from its body, then moved towards us. It dispatched into five smaller pieces, four of which planting themselves in the wall around us and creating a field that connected to the fifth. The shaking stopped, but outside the boulders and rocks continued to fall.

"JRO NORTOOOOOOOOOOK! (YOU BASTAAAAAAAAAARD!)"

They charged forward, and I felt a huge displacement of magic as they collided. To our surprise, they completely vanished, but gusts of wind and explosive cracks rang throughout the room. The creature and mutant reappeared briefly, the former stabbing the latter with its blade, both roaring viciously. Then, they became blurs, and that's when I noticed the horde running to the barrier around us. The mutant was sent flying across the room, and several red objects dropped between the soldiers. The canisters exploded, vaporizing those unlucky to be near, and creating a deep crater from the blast. The creature was tearing open their blasters and destroying the cores, using them as makeshift explosives to fend them off. It kept lobbing them into the craters made, deepening it and widening it with each explosion and making it impossible for the soldiers to reach us.

The mutant tackled the creature, and they flew across the room before slamming into the wall. I couldn't make out what was happening then, as there were soldiers forming up on them. The two beasts fought savagely, occasionally leaping above the horde and crashing back down, sending many flying and a few into the hole. The creature roared as it was thrown to the small piece of floor still around our barrier, after smashing into said field. The mutant was right behind it, crashing down feet first. It rolled out of the way, then spun on a hand and kicked the wolf in the snout, flipping to its feet and launching forward, its fist ramming into its cheek.

They engaged in a quick fight; blocking, deflecting, and landing kicks and punches on each other. The mutant landed a crippling kick into the creature's arm, snapping it inwards and forcing a scream from it. It spun mid-air and brought its other leg around, digging its claws into its head and slamming it to the ground. The creature screamed and weighed in agony, growling as it grabbed hold of the mutant's ankle and tossing it into the field. It roared as the barrier shocked it, but it managed to pull itself away and look around for its opponent. The creature was clutching its awkwardly positioned limb, gingerly trying to grab it as it grunted in pain. The mutant chuckled hoarsely, panting as it started forward. The creature grabbed a dagger from its side and tried digging it into the collar brace, but it only slashed it as the mutant punched it back, sending it into the wall at the far side of the room.

It groaned as it fell out from the rock mold, yelping in pain as its arm hung limply. The mutant pounced once more, but this time, the creature punched the inverted joint back into place and roared. They collided, their fists meeting their marks on the other's face. The mutant flipped into the wall while the creature tumbled beside the barrier, panting as it laid on its back and forced itself to stand.

It was getting weak. The continuous fighting was tiring it out, and its gashes and cuts were only weakening it further as it leaked blood. The mutant didn't look any different, except for the fact that it was out of breath. This wasn't a fair fight. The creature was strong, but the mutant was stronger. And with that brace was making it even weaker.

But… it drew its sword and stood up, raising an arm and leveling its blade to the side of its head. Even as the gash on its side bled, it held its stance and waited as the mutant approached with its own sword. Its blade wasn't as finely made, more like it was heated for several hours then molded by an apprentice well under a teen's age. But the crude craftsmanship made it as ugly and menacing as its wielder. The two stared silently, then swiftly swung their blades, sparks flying as they entered a blinding duel. The mutant roared as its chest was slashed horizontally, spraying black blood out. It punched the creature back, then tried stabbing it, but it deflected it and kicked it backwards. They went at it again, and the creature pinned the mutant's sword to the ground then uppercut it in the throat, spinning around and kicking it backwards.

It was excellent with a sword, but it was still getting weaker by the minute. And the monster took notice. We watched in horror as it grunted and rose its arms, stumps growing out from its sides. Those stumps grew claws, and those claws stretched out until they were exactly like the other pair of arms. It dropped its sword and tackled the creature, wrenching the blue blade free and dropping it near the barrier. They tumbled and lashed out at each other, but the mutant got the upper paw and slammed it into the barrier. As it screamed in anguish, the deformed and transmogrified alien stabbed it with the extra pair of limbs, raking its body without remorse.

The gears in my head restarted, as well as some other ponies. I used my magic to pick up a club from outside the barrier and toss it into the mutant's head, drawing its attention to me. Celestia fired a beam at its face, and Luna created a portal spell to drive it into the back of its skull. It released the creature and clawed at its head, and was then thrown back by the creature's abilities. The mutant regained its senses quicker than we expected, and it countered the creature's attempt at punching it, driving all four fists into its midsection and driving it into the ground. The creature didn't stop, even as the former soldier jumped on top of it. It was able to hold down one pair of arms, and use that to keep its chomping maw away, but the second pair continued to claw up and down its chest. The screams shook me, but it tilted its head towards us and screamed.

"DURK JRA UT MIISH!"

I realized it was speaking, and I grimaced as the amount of blood began to register in my mind.

"DURK JRA UT MIISH!!!"

"W-What?!"

It bellowed in pain, but headbutted the mutant and kicked it off, standing with a gored front.

These were his first words. The first words he told me.

"GIVE ME THE FUCKING SWOOOOOOORD!"

…

I never said it was the perfect first impression, but that's not important.

With the last of my mana, I sloppily tossed it with a spell and yelped as my horn sparked from magic depletion. It didn't hold out its hand, just kneeled and raised its head, showing its bloody and restrained neck. The blade… slashed his throat.

Our jaws dropped when the blade clattered to the ground with its own blood, and the creature slowly fell to its knees and grinned… victoriously? It collapsed at last, and the mutant looked on with a smirk. I… I was at a loss for words. We all were. Each of us bore the same shocked and fearful faces. The only thing keeping that thing away from us… was dead. And…

…I killed it.

But that was before we all felt the burst of mana, excluding Spike. A single mass of magic properties began growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. The mutant lost its smirk… and fear replaced it. The creature shakily rose to its arms and knees, then to its feet. The neck brace remained on the floor, a clean cut where it had been damaged. The mana levels had easily overshadowed Luna's, and soon the mass eclipsed Celestia's as she would to a unicorn foal. The gashes began sealing, even the one on its neck, as it spread its arms and looked up. Silver began flowing from the wounds still open, and it crawled over its body and covered a majority of its skin, save for a few strips and patches here and there. The mutant steeled its nerves and roared as it gathered dark mana in its four palms, then fired it in an enormous beam. With one swift motion, the creature sent a smaller beam of brilliantly light-blue to meet it. Instead of being overwhelmed, the dark beam was pierced through the center, dispelling the magics as it gradually closed the distance to its palms. Once there, the beam went straight through its chest, and the creature ceased it and grabbed its sword.

A strange and intimidating mask of silver formed over its face, covering everything but its eyes as it took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The silver shined as bright as any metal, and the creature took on a more natural form. It came closer to the fallen mutant, who jumped up and tried attacking. The creature moved with renewed vigor and even more speed than before. It dodged every arm it used, almost mockingly. It slashed off both left arms, then both right arms. The creature stabbed its sword into its chest and pinned it against the wall, then reached an arm towards us.

The barrier vanished, and the armor pieces flew to the mutant. They clamped down on its neck and ankles, turning into shackles that hung it against the wall. Four pieces floated in mid air, however, and I was answered when the four bloody stumps began to regrow bones and muscle tissue. It was gruesome and vile, but I could see now that they were both able to regenerate, which explained how the mutant had gone on for so long, and what the creature was counting on to happen. Once the arms had regrown, the four pieces of armor clamped down on its arms, spreading them out as far as they could go. The creature stepped forward and placed the blade at its throat, glaring at it, I assumed.

"Hriik. Dot. Alsh? (Where. Is. She?)" It growled, a bit distorted and more terrifying than before.

The monster chuckled hoarsely, earning it another stab to the stomach, which healed after some time.

"OQ GRO VESH DUDEKET TRUKK JRA! (DO NOT PLAY GAMES WITH ME!)" It roared, a more demonic voice than the previous one. "HRIIK DOT ALSH?! (WHERE IS SHE?!)"

The monster spat a glob of black blood at it, and the creature went berserk. It pulled out each arm, one by one, then clawed at the exposed flesh while it regenerated. It then proceeded to send a flurry of punches into its midsection and into its face, letting loose a demonic screech that rattled my very soul. After slowing down and placing its sword back to its throat, it cut a deep line into the base of its neck.

"HRIIK DOT ALSH?!"

It still chuckled weakly, and the creature turned and roared in frustration, spewing words I couldn't make out from the demonic tone. It smashed a couple of boulders to pieces, clutching its head in anger and rage as it continued to shout.

"Jro rurikat vrut korsk fraol (You should have been there)" It laughed weakly, raising its head up. "Jro rurikat vrut felsh alsh nrak loke (You should have seen her that day)"

The creature froze in place, its arms slowly lowering to its sides.

"Ahh, ut toortoket od jrom beshka… ut toortoket od jrom nilak (Ahh, the screams of your people… the screams of your spouse)" It chuckled, more maniacally this time. "Nrik folsh certok alshana nrak loke, ürk jra zotok yursh jro ip alsh (There were many women that day, but I could smell you on her)"

The creatures arms strained… the veins bulging, just as a darker mana began flowing through the room once again.

"Jra renkop alsh beshnaga. Jra welt fel hraak jro vork alsh. Naga… londaku (I defiled her personally. I can see why you chose her. Very… tenacious)" It snickered.

The creature's fingers curled slightly, twitching as they flexed out of intense emotion.

"Alsh toortok… grak toortok… hyal jro gush'ak nrik (She screamed… and screamed… yet you weren't there)" It said with mock curiosity. "Ty veg dot jra fexgra: Vuvikat jro vrut salemek ut nenjorok ot jra zrex nrak frot yorst alsh paqat? (So here is my question: Would you have loved the offspring of my seed that came from her womb?)"

The mutant waited as the creature's hands balled into fists, its arms curling inwards in pure anger. Two small pikes began pushing out from the creature's shoulder blades, and its spine began to crack and squelch as it move. The pikes turned towards the ceiling, and the creature's snarls became louder with each passing second. Black began to spread across the silver, and the pikes reached full length, just as something started to moved under its spine. But, the pikes began to recede, along with the black, and its spine realigned, its arms lowering slowly. It turned around, its very eyes acting as windows into Tartarus. It slowly walked over to the mutant, drew its sword… and sliced the head clean in half.

We each looked over the carnage that had been left. Hundreds of soldier bodies were strewn about, puddles of black blood pooled around the bodies while some streamed into the deep trench. Limbs and pieces of flesh were scattered, and the stench of death lingered. We all turned to the creature as it fell to its knees, then leaned its head against the wall beneath the deceased monster. It shuddered several times, its muscles straining visibly as it growled lowly. It reared its head back one last time, looking towards the ceiling.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Author's Note

It's been a while, but Writer's Block is officially gone. Don't worry, this thing won't be completely filled with gore like that (*lies*) and it will be mostly calm and violent instead of batshit insane. Also, I've made up my mind, and shipping will NOT happen. So, as always, like, fav, comment, and have an awesome day or night. Peaces.