Order and Justice

Why? Why did they not love her? Why did they favor her sister? Why were her deeds not exalted as they should be? These questions ran through Luna's mind every waking moment of late. Thoughts of her subjects' ignorance even invaded her dreams, leaving her crying out in frustration.

She looked up at her lovingly crafted night sky, the moon bright and illuminating the capital city of Londwhinium. From her balcony, Luna looked down on the city as it slept. All her hard work to craft the night for them to enjoy, and they slept through it. The only ponies out and about were the patrols from the Horadrim. Even her own subordinates were too busy to take even a moment to appreciate her night.

As the rail of the balcony began to crack under her iron grip, Luna released it and stormed back into her tower, her magic slamming the doors shut behind her with enough force to shatter the glass. Hoping to find solace in a drink, Luna retrieved a bottle of wine from her private store along with one of her gold plated goblets. After pouring herself a drink, Luna left her tower for the throne room, the bottle following her in her magical grip as she walked and sipped her wine.

The throne room was empty, as usual. She didn't know why she even bothered holding Night Court. Nopony ever came to her with their problems. Even the demons feared her. She scowled as she sat down on her throne. Demons feared her. Her mere presence, and the presence of the Horadrim who bore her emblem, kept the agents of the Burning Hells at bay. The demons feared her wrath and great power. By the blood of her subordinates and her own blood, sweat, and tears were the ponies of Equestria kept safe. And what did they do to show their love and appreciation? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She sat back in a slouch, her goblet resting on the arm of her throne in her relaxed grip as Luna closed her eyes. Her mane and tail writhed like independent entities, the tiny dots of light in them making them resemble pieces of the night sky. Her features were illuminated by the torches that burned with blue flames on either side of her throne, itself flanked by dragon statues poised as though to attack on command.

Dragons. Was that why her ponies did not approach her? Because she had become associated with the imperiousness and ferocity of dragons? Some even called her simply that, albeit in hushed whispers. The Dragon. Was that what they saw her as? Celestia's loyal little attack dog? Her weapon against the forces of darkness? The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Celestia had always been the diplomatic one. When diplomacy failed and peace talks broke down, it was always Luna that waded into battle against Equestria's enemies. It was she that led the war against the invasion of the Prime Evils. Mephisto, Baal, and Diablo had fallen by her hand. By her hand had their reign of terror ended.

Luna growled and downed her drink, standing from her throne and tossing the goblet away, her wings spreading as it clattered loudly across the floor and the wine bottle was permitted to fall and break as she took flight. Her wings quickly carried her to her armory, where she slowly approached the stand that held her treasured combat armor. Forged by her own hand, the armor, black as the cold void of space, had served her well in her war against the Prime Evils. She raised her right hand and rested it on the breastplate. Her fingers clenching, she slowly took the helmet in her hands, looking it over as she ruminated.

Slowly turning it around in her hands, Luna's magic gripped her crown and set it aside before she slowly lifted the helmet over her head. Slowly, she brought it down onto her head, horn fitting snugly through the hole in it. Looking at her reflection in the nearby full length mirror, she didn't even notice her eyes change. Her pupils narrowing into vertical slits. She looked back at her armor and made her decision. With a push of magic, her dress pooled around her feet before she stepped out of it and donned her battle dress, her armor soon covering her body.

Returning to the throne room, Luna magically cleaned up the mess she had left and sat down on her throne, awaiting the arrival of her sister. She didn't have to wait long, for Celestia soon came after Luna refused the magical call through their bond to lower the moon and make way for the dawn.

"Luna, you must lower the moon. It is time for the sun to rise." Celestia was perplexed by her sister's behavior. Even more so by the fact that Luna sat garbed in her armor. "And why are you in your armor? There is no call to war right now. We are in a time of peace. Please, sister. Lower the moon."

"I will not," Luna said as she stood and glared at Celestia. "Do you think me blind and deaf, sister? I know what I am to them. They exalt your presence and treat you like the highest of goddesses. They know that they are safe under your care. So long as you have the undying loyalty of your personal attack dog!" Her magic flared. "I am not your dog, Celestia! And now I will rule Equestria!" She flared her right hand open and summoned her sword, the ethereal blue blade chilling the air around it into a fog and leaving a trail of light as Luna flourished it. "If they will not love and respect me, then they will fear me!"

"Luna stop this!" Celestia begged, tears brimming her eyes as she summoned her gauntlets, wrought of pure sunfire. "I don't want to fight you!"

"Do not use that name!" Luna snapped. "I am no longer Luna!" She flapped her wings and rose into the air. "Look upon me, Celestia! Gaze upon glorious Nightmare Moon! Remember this day! For it is the day you shall fall by the claws of the Dragon!"

Celestia blinked, a tear trailing down her cheek before the rest of her tears evaporated in a wave of heat as she magically summoned her own armor, her wings lifting her into the air to face her wayward sister. "If I must fight you to bring you back to your senses, then so be it."

The sisters flew at each other and met in an explosion of power that rocked the city.

"The sisters' violent struggle darkened the skies, until the elder sister was forced to call upon the Elements of Harmony, the most powerful magic known to ponykind, to imprison her sister within the moon." Twilight Sparkle stopped her reading to take a sip of the drink on her desk as she reflected on the tome in front of her. She was clad in well tailored blue clothing that reflected both her noble birth and her status as one of Canterlot's magi. "What a fascinating story. Hm..." She leaned back in her chair with her drink in hand, taking another sip before looking toward the lower level. "Spike!"

"Yeah, Twilight?" Came the voice of Twilight's ever faithful familiar: the dragon wyrmling Spike, as his wings carried the drake up to her. "What is it?" He inquired as he hovered in front of her. He was about the size of a wolf, with purple scales and green spines the same shade as his eyes.

"Find my copy of Predictions and Prophesies, please," Twilight replied as she stood from her chair and looked out her window at the streets of Canterlot, sipping her drink as she enjoyed the view of both the city and the landscape.

"Here you go, Twilight," Spike said as he held the book out to her.

"Thank you, Spike," Twilight said as she took the book in her telekinetic grip and began flipping through its pages. "Elements of Harmony... Elements of Harmony... See Mare in the Moon. Curious."

"Isn't the Mare in the Moon just an old story?" Spike asked as he settled down on a perch beside Twilight's desk and curled up on it.

"All stories have some basis in fact," Twilight replied as she turned to the mentioned story. "Mare in the Moon. A darkness from ancient times. Legend holds that on the longest day of the thousandth year, the stars will aid in her escape. Longest day of the thousandth year. The upcoming Summer Sun Celebration. That's it! That's the coming cataclysm!"

"Twilight it's just a story," Spike insisted as he looked at his mistress with an arched eyeridge.

"No, Spike," Twilight replied before downing her drink and setting the glass on her desk before starting to pack for a journey. "I have to look into this. Since my youth, I have been told that I was special. A prodigy of vast potential. I suspected this cataclysm I saw in my vision was Nightmare Moon, and went to the masters with my findings, but found them fearful of the truth. And Princess Celestia was of no help either. I will learn nothing from them. But these old books. The prophesies they contain have shown me all that might come to pass, and all that I might become. I will go to Ponyville. I will stop the darkness that my vision portends..." She shouldered her packed bag and looked at Spike with a determined face. "And fulfill the destiny that beacons me."

Slipping out of the upper district to the gates had been easy enough. A quick bit of spellwork left the gate guards unaware of Twilight and Spike's passing. Twilight looked out at the setting sun as she continued on the path down the mountain, a small smile on her face at how lovely it was.

"Did you really think you'd slip away unnoticed?"

Twilight whipped around at the voice. It was a stallion, and she recognized him right away. He was clad in black leather, bracers, greaves, and breastplate, with a sword at his belt. His emerald green eyes contrasted his ruby red coat and sapphire blue mane, the amethyst highlights standing out as he smirked at her. "Why did you follow me, Facet?"

"To make sure you don't get into trouble," Facet replied as he stepped toward her, a raven landing on his right shoulder. "And I didn't come alone."

"You're not leaving me behind either." The mare this voice belonged to stepped from under a veil with a smirk, her mane the colors of the setting sun and her coat a similar yellow, and she was clad in a rather revealing outfit. Red Neighpon style pants with bare feet and only bandages wrapping around her well endowed bust keeping it contained and hidden. "The three of us have never been apart. Not since childhood."

"I'm sorry, Sunset," Twilight muttered. "I just didn't want to put you two in danger."

Facet and Sunset shared a smirk before looking at Twilight and each throwing an arm around her shoulders from opposite sides, their smirks coming to Twilight's face as they began their trek anew. Three friends that would face any obstacle together.

Applejack looked around as she slowly walked into the town she'd come across on her trek toward Ponyville. The people here were sullen, fearful. Though a few had fleeting looks of hope as they watched her pass. She soon found herself stopping in front of what used to be town hall. A throne of sorts had been set up, and seated in it was a burly earth pony stallion with several mares surrounding him. The mares were all unicorns, and wore inhibitor rings to block their magic. And all of them were naked and deep in despair.

"A new girl in town, huh?" The stallion grinned as he looked Applejack over, his gaze disgusting her. "Too much clothing and armor for my taste. Boys. Show her the pecking order and make sure she knows her place."

As the stallions began approaching her with lewd grins on their faces, Applejack took notice that all the mares visible in this town were naked and basically treated like slaves by the stallions. "Trust me, boys. You really don't want to try it."

"Shut up and put that mouth to good use, girl," one of the stallions said as he grabbed her arm with a grin. He had expected that her weapons and armor were for show. As if a mare had any business learning how to fight. What happened instead was that her left hand, which along with the rest of her forearm turned out to be an automail prosthetic, curled into a fist and impacted with his face. The force sent him flying back twenty feet and onto his back with his neck twisted at an odd angle.

One down. 99 to go. Before her aggressors could react, Applejack had lifted her automail, a plate on top sliding open and deploying a hidden repeater crossbow, which she proceeded to start firing, planting nine bolts in nine throats. 90. As the distance got too short for the crossbow, Applejack reached behind her with her fleshy right hand and grabbed the hilt of one of the swords on her back. The smaller one in fact. Smaller it may have been, but it was still a five foot greatsword weighing in at 50 pounds. Despite the weight, she had no trouble swinging it around with a single arm, taking off five heads in a single stroke. Another such stroke took five more heads. 80.

Only after twenty of their number were felled in less than 30 seconds did the stallions realize that this was no ordinary mare, and drew their weapons, charging at her with the intent of beating her into submission.

Applejack dodged the first attack and cleaved the aggressor in half before the momentum of her strike cut diagonally through another stallion's torso. Dodging another strike, she fired her crossbow into three more targets, spearing their hearts. 75. Not missing a beat, she launched into a flurry of slashes, felling stallions with each swing of her huge blade. Arcs of blood whipped through the air at the apex of each slash, blood clinging to the blade as the dead began to outnumber the living.

The stallions were terrified at this point. This mare had slain 60 of their number and they hadn't even so much as scratched her. None of the blood that had appeared on her body belonged to her. And that sword! She was swinging it around with one hand like it weighed only a fraction of what it did!

Taking advantage of her foes' fear, Applejack made short work of the remaining stallions. As the ground began to soak with their blood, she looked toward the leader, who was still seated on his throne. "So are you gonna grow a pair and fight me yerself, or are you gonna send more guys for me to kill?"

The leader was beside himself with disbelief. "My best fighters... And you killed them all so easily..." He grabbed the mace beside his throne as he stood and launched himself toward her. "You'll pay for that, you wench!"

As he came at her, Applejack finally gripped her sword with both hands, waiting for him to come to her. As the mace came toward her, she struck. With a single power blow, she shattered his mace and continued her spin, altering her sword's plane of attack as the momentum carried her around for the final blow. She savored the look of shock in the stallion's eyes before her blade cleaved into his skull. As she pulled the blade free, he fell back limply, head neatly sliced in half.

After stowing away her crossbow, Applejack began cleaning the blood off her sword, not even looking up as the townsfolk started approaching her, the mares finally able to remove inhibitor rings and wing restraints before putting on clothes.

"That was amazing," a young stallion said. "Thank you so much. Those bandits were monsters. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"At twelve, Ah swore the oath, leaving home and family," Applejack replied. "At sixteen, my training was finished, and on that day, my initiation into the Horadrim was finished. Bound to kill the legions of Hell." She looked up as she finished cleaning her sword and sheathed it. "Past few years were mostly peaceful. But now... Corruption returns to the hearts of ponies. Ah see it in the eyes of the mad. Hear it in the howling of the damned. The signs in the stars lead me to the town of Ponyville. Something's comin. And I'm gonna be there to fight it." Turning away from the stallion, she started walking in the same direction she'd been going.

Fluttershy walked alone along the forest path, silently taking in the sounds of nature. She was clad in a white gi that barely contained her large chest with help from the bandages wrapped around her bust, and her feet were covered only by wrappings. She lightly smiled as she listened to the sounds of birds singing. Gently lifting her right hand, she smiled at a bluebird that landed on her outstretched finger. "So beautiful. Protecting nature's beauty is all the reason I need for fighting demons." As the bird took off, Fluttershy noticed a shadow move through the treeline out the corner of her eye. She kept walking as she made note of it.

As she entered a clearing, Fluttershy found herself staring at a slaver camp, the cages on their wagons filled mostly with mares and children, and the slavers were grinning as they looked at her, especially her chest. "Well look what just came right up to us, boys!" The ringleader called as several of his followers gave wolf whistles and cat calls to Fluttershy.

"Would you stallions kindly let those ponies go?" Fluttershy asked as she gave the slavers a sweet smile. "I would be ever so grateful."

"Let them go? Girlie, these slaves are our payday. You're gonna fetch a good price yourself." The ringleader smirked as he snapped his fingers. "Lock her up, boys! We'll have some fun with her tonight!"

Fluttershy didn't even flinch as the slavers began closing in around her. "You won't do these ponies a kindness like releasing them? You'd rather sell them and profit off their suffering? In that case..." Her smile morphed into a stern glare. "You don't get a smile." Before anypony could react, Fluttershy had closed the distance between herself and the burly earth pony in front of her, her fist striking his chest with powerful force, his ribs audibly cracking as the wind was knocked out of him.

As the stallion fell, Fluttershy brushed a lock of hair from her face, her pink hair not even disturbed from its bun. As a pegasus mare rushed at her, Fluttershy jumped and backflipped over the mare, her retaliatory strike hitting the mare between her wings. Dodging a punch aimed at her, Fluttershy gripped the extended arm and flipped the earth pony mare into another one, using the momentum to swing out with a kick that knocked a unicorn out.

Fluttershy never once truly exerted herself while dealing with her enemies, and it wasn't long before all of them lay beaten and unconscious. With a single strike each, the locks on the cages were broken, and Fluttershy was on her way again as the freed slaves began taking their vengeance on the slavers. Fluttershy had elsewhere to be, but found herself followed by one of the fillies that she had freed.

"Where are you going?" The orange coated, purple haired pegasus filly asked with wonder in her eyes.

Fluttershy spared the filly a smile as she let her follow her. "Everywhere I see signs of change." She rubbed her arms. "The wind bears an unnatural chill, and my people grow uneasy." She steeled herself as she kept walking. "I will carry out the will of the Matriarchs. When they need to see, I am their eyes." She looked at a fallen boulder that blocked the path. "Where they wish to strike..." She obliterated the boulder with a single ki charged punch, smiling as she heard the girl's amazement. "...I am their fist. When they would ignite the light of truth, I am their torch. They have sent me to where the stars converge. The town of Ponyville." She took a deep breath. "My mind is clear. I will fight against the darkness that they foresee."

Pinkie giggled as she caught her ring blade out of the air, twirling the hula hoop sized weapon around as the ponies she'd decapitated with it fell to the ground. Despite her cheer, the family she'd been protecting were still trembling in fear. She may have been a witch doctor, but she looked more like a jester. A demon possessed jester in fact. Her makeup didn't really conceal the twin scars on her face that gave her a nasty looking permanent smile. As she walked toward the last remaining bandit, her hips swayed in an appealing way in her transparent velvet pants, her cotton candy like mane and tail bobbing as if to their own beat, and her every bounce causing her loosely contained bust to jiggle while she twirled her ring blade. Reaching into her mane with her empty left hand, she withdrew a wicked looking dagger, its blade dripping with an ominous green liquid.

The bandit turned and started to run, not getting far before the ring blade severed his lower legs and sent him sprawling. Turning onto his back, he tried desperately to crawl away, his face reflecting the terror he felt as Pinkie closed the distance with a cheerful hum before straddling him and gripping his shirt, her knife placed mere inches from his face. "No! You're a monster!"

"Oh silly! I'm not the monster. You are." Pinkie smiled wide as she leaned closer. "You want to know how I got these scars? My husband was... a drinker, and a fiend. One night, he goes off crazier than usual. Our daughter gets a kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me trying to stop him, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it." She leaned closer. "He looks at me and says..." Her voice took on a deeper, menacing timber. "Why so serious?" Her voice went back to its previous pitch. "He shoves me to the floor beside our dead daughter, rubbing the huge bulge in his pants against my panties." Her voice went deep again. "Why so serious?!" Normal voice again. "He sticks the blade in my mouth while his magic gets rid of his pants and my panties. And as he starts raping me, he says..." Dark voice. "Let's put a smile on that face!" Normal voice. "And..." She flashed him an almost disarming smile. "Why so serious?" She then nicked his cheek with her knife, drawing a little blood. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked as she got off him and whistled as she walked over to her ring blade and picked it up, walking off away from the home she had saved as the bandit started laughing uncontrollably, finally going limp as he fell silent.

Once Pinkie was gone, the family slowly approached the corpse and looked at his face, gasping at what they saw.

Pinkie hummed cheerfully as she skipped along the path toward Ponyville. "I know the rest of the tribe says I defy you, but you know I don't. Well of course I believe you! Why wouldn't I believe that the stars are where the end begins? And that totally wasn't a Fallout: Equestria shout out! Diablo III's witch doctor, just like AJ the crusader, Fluttershy the monk, and Twilight the wizard. Shame on Lobo for using the necromancer before it's even released!"

Pinkie stop being meta!

"Fine! Whatever! I'll just talk to spirits."

Rarity walked in silence through the night, surveying her surroundings with keen senses. Her pupils were slitted like a cat's, and her curves were well protected by specially crafted body armor that gave her freedom of movement, with a cloak covering her, the hood keeping her royal purple mane hidden. At her waist was a magically reloading repeater crossbow, along with a pair of twin swords. One was a well kept steel sword for mortal enemies and animals, and the other was a specially made sword forged from an alloy of silver and mythril. This one was made for killing demonic entities. Around her neck hung a silver pendant of a wolf's head.

Her left ear twitched as sound reached it. A muffled moan that conveyed conflicting fear and pleasure. Looking in the direction from which it came, she saw a light through the trees. A campfire. Turning, she made a detour from her path toward Ponyville to investigate. What she found was a trio of burly earth pony stallions gathered around a mare with an off white coat and two toned blue mane and tail. She was naked and on her back on a tree stump, forearms tied together behind her back, ankles tied to her neck with ropes short enough to keep her legs spread wide, and a strip of cloth gagged her mouth. Even through the gag, Rarity could hear her whimpers as one of the stallions pistoned in and out of her snatch.

Rarity's eyes narrowed in fury as the stallion stiffened, grunting as he pumped his seed into the mare. After he pulled out, one of his cohorts got between the mare's legs and plunged in. Rarity despised rapists. Especially the ones that ganged up and took turns with one mare. Walking out of the treeline, she shoved the two watchers away, ignoring their yells of surprise as she pulled the third out of the mare and put her left hand in his face as she spun him around, a crack rending the air as a bright flash appeared in front of her hand, knocking the stallion back ten feet as he was struck by a blast of pure kinetic energy.

"Take her!" One of the three snapped as he rushed her with a short wooden club. Rarity caught his arm and threw him in one of his cohorts with his momentum, deftly disarming him of the club in the process and then tossing it at the one she'd thrown its owner into, grazing his face. She telekinetically drew a dagger she kept sheathed at her left forearm and held it in a reverse grip as she punched the third one in the face hard enough to break his nose.

As one of the other two came at her, she switched the dagger to her right hand in a forward grip and deflected his punch before stabbing him in the arm pit. Letting him stagger, she pulled the knife from the wound, deflected a punch from the third stallion and stabbed him through the side of his neck, severing his carotid arteries and jugular veins. Leaving him to bleed out, she spun the one whose pit she'd stabbed around so that they were back to back, her blade tracing a deep trench in his throat before he collapsed.

Drawing her crossbow, she fired a bolt into each of the remaining stallion's arms and legs. Ignoring his cries of pain, she holstered the crossbow and went over to the trembling mare, cutting her free and offering her the dagger. "These ponies hurt you. Made you feel helpless. Now, with this dagger, you can take the first step toward empowering yourself. What is your choice? Hunted... or hunter?"

The mare looked at her as she slowly took the dagger in her hand, holding it in a reverse grip as she looked at her tormentor on the ground. Rage slowly replaced fear in her eyes before she screamed in fury, jumping onto the stallion and repeatedly stabbing him in the torso.

Rarity allowed her to continue stabbing him, even after his life had left him and she was stabbing over and over into the new corpse. Only when the mare finally stopped stabbing and began looking at her now blood covered hands and legs did Rarity slowly approach her. "What's your name?"

"Coco..." The mare replied in a shaky voice. "Coco Pommel." She slowly stood and stepped away from the dead stallion, offering Rarity her dagger back.

"Keep it," Rarity said as she raised her hand in refusal. "Never hurts to be armed when traveling." With a quick spell, she cleaned the blood off of Coco and located the mare's clothes scattered over the forest floor. Picking them up in her magic, another spell had them cleaned. "Get dressed and we'll be on our way. I have much to teach you, Coco."

"Teach me?" Coco asked in confusion as she started getting dressed.

"I'm going to train you. Make you into a demon hunter. You'll never be helpless again when your training is finished. Once you have the knowledge and skills, I'll brew the mutagens and you'll undergo the mutations that make us more effective hunters of the demonic. You do want that, yes?"

Coco was silent for several minutes, but nodded as she finished dressing. "I do. I don't want to be helpless anymore."

Rarity smiled and held out her hand to Coco, who took it in a firm grip. "I am Rarity Belle. Senior demon hunter. And you are my apprentice."

Rainbow Dash felt so very lethargic as she buried the axe in her hand in the skull of the stallion that cowered before her. She'd felt this way for several months now. The battles and raids that once filled her with adrenaline and excited her blood no longer felt that way. Now all she felt was boredom. There was no foe that could give her a challenge. Slaughtering helpless caravans and villages was so dull and boring. How long had it been since she'd found a foe worthy of the greatsword she carried on her back? Too long. She couldn't keep living like this.

Dropping the axe, she walked toward the chieftain of the barbarian tribe that had adopted her after she lost her father: Iron Will. He carried the sword that only the strongest of the tribe could wield. The sword of the chieftain: Inferno. It was a demonic weapon that had been obtained by the tribe 2000 years before. The only metal on the blade was the cutting edge. The rest was flesh, with an eye that was usually closed right above the hilt. When bathed in blood and hatred, the eye would open and look around.

"Iron Will!" She called as she kept walking toward him. Her fur clothing exposed most of her skin and the stumps where her wings used to be. Her rainbow mane and tail had flecks of blood in them, and her body was covered in scars. She had only vague memories of flying as a filly. But those memories were buried under all the carnage she'd seen and wrecked over the years.

"What is it, Rainbow Dash?" Iron Will asked as he hefted Inferno over his shoulder. "You haven't been yourself the past few moons. Where's that fire in you that we all know?!"

Rainbow looked up at him with tired eyes, a bit of a slouch in her stance. "I'm tired of this. The empty battles I once craved. No matter how many helpless people softened by comfort I kill, it's like sprinkling water on a raging fire. I need more. A foe worthy of me." She looked into the massive minotaur's eyes. "I'm leaving to find worthy opponents. And I'm taking Inferno with me."

Iron Will smirked and shifted his stance as he watched Rainbow draw her sword, her stance becoming firmer. "We both know the way Inferno is passed down, filly. If you want this blade, you'll have to pry it from my cold. Dead. Hands." As he and his adopted daughter squared off, preparing to fight to the death, the rest of the tribe gathered around them.

Rainbow made the first move, charging at Iron Will and striking with a powerful two handed power blow. She was unsurprised when he blocked the blow, and the several that came after it. While they were locking blades, she growled and headbutted him hard, making him stagger back before she kneed him in the gut. He responded by backhanding her and sending her flying dozens of feet before she dug her blade into the ground to stop herself, coming to a halt in a crouch. Licking away some of the blood that leaked from her lip, she spit it out along with one of her teeth.

There it was. The fire was rekindling. Rainbow let a smirk come across her face as she pulled her sword from the ground and fell back into her stance. Charging forward, she engaged in another exchange of slashes with her foster father. As she saw an opening, she dove toward it with a thrust, her smirk blooming into a deranged grin even as Inferno's blade carved down the left side of her face under her left eye. She drove her blade through Iron Will's chest and shoved him onto his back, pinning him to the ground like a butterfly. She let out a little moan as her eyes rolled back, glistening fluid dripping down her thighs. "Oh fuck the hell yes..."

Iron Will chuckled at the sight before coughing up blood, more pooling around him. "Well done, Rainbow Dash... You've... become a fine warrior..." He lay his head back as his body rapidly grew cold. "Take it. Inferno... Is yours..." He fell limp as he breathed his last.

Rainbow slowly rose to her feet, leaving her sword impaled in her foster father as she bent down and wrapped her fingers around Inferno's hilt. As she picked up the massive blade, she grinned wide as she swung it around, testing the weight. And she loved the feel of the six foot blade in her hands. "So many years watching it carve up the battlefield. Now I can feed it worthy foes..." Hefting the blade over her shoulder, she started walking away from Iron Will's corpse, the rest of the tribe parting to let her pass. She had no particular destination in mind, but she knew in the depths of her soul that she would soon find what she sought. A foe worthy of her new blade.