My Little Deathbattle

That's right everypony! This is happening!

Oddly enough and to my own pleasure it is.

Lolk. Leader of a Changeling Armada

And Night Striker. Bat pony leader of the Shadow Bolts.

I'm Nex, and he's Blaze.

And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor and skill to find out who would win a death battle.

Lolk

Race: Changeling.

Specialty: Manipulation

Weakness: Over thinking

Why are you reviewing you?

Because this has to be settled and I'm your co-host.

Whatever. Lolk is a changeling born from… Okay nopony knows where.

All we know is that his skills with his silver tongue are legendary, even able to fool Gods.

If only I were that skilled with ladies.

Of cores you do… anyways, there really isn't much on Lolk other than he's a changeling.

And that means he's born knowing how to kill shit.

Yeah. A weapon he doesn't really use often is his stinger tail. The venom will kill in a few hours so it's not his most useful weapon in one on one combat.

He also carries a marksman rifle, wing blades and has thing for messing with pony's heads. Ah… A changeling after my own heart.

… Okay… His magical specialties include causing hallucinations of the mind, mental manipulation of the terrain within a short distance of himself, teleportation and talking his way through a lot of situations.

He's got all the marks of a good villain, annoys people into submission and likes to make people crazy. I'm likin' 'im more and more by the second.

*Doesn't really talk much. More of a stallion of action.*

Night Striker

Race: Bat pony

Specialty: Midrange combat and stunt flying.

Weakness: Consistent CQC

Okay is it me or does this guy have some issues.

Focus. Night Striker was born in Cloudsdale to a poor family. From a young age he would bother the night guards and eventually befriend them. From there, they taught him basic CQC and he continued to teach himself from there. Even Princess Luna aided in his self training.

After a visit to an air show, he ran into Spitfire and could help but stare at her flank.

You really have to go there?

Yeah I do. He even stalked her to the point of having a restraining order put on his ass!

Well, you're not wrong. After that he worked his heart out and tried out for the Wonderbolts.

Several times.

He just barely missed making it and in an attempt to make the Wonder Bolts fear losing somepony with his skill, he tried out for the Shadow Blots and got in.

Counterintuitive since they didn't offer him a position after that.

I'm amazed you knew that word.

I ain't just the funny guy made of metal.

After that he learned how to use the modern weapons in Equestria.

Like his .300 cal Jaguar Assault Rifle. And that's not all, he carries twin .45 caliber handguns for overkill, two knives and a short sword.

Even with those ranged weapons he's still a force to be reckoned with up close. Keeping mostly a defensive roll in combat and letting his enemy tier themselves out. That does however mean his combat up close is limited. Being passive in CQC might not be the best thing for somepony with a high durability or recognizes that he's waiting for him to weaken.

His philosophy is the harder you work, the bigger the rewards.

That does however mean he's sure that he'll win in any situation.

He's a strong and fearless bat pony with a passion for Spitfire plot.

We're so fired.

Spitfired?

Just stop.

"A pin of sweat will save you a gallon of blood. Quit whining."

Okay the combatants are set. Time to end this once and for all.

IT'S TIME FOR THE FIRST REPUBLIC DEATHBATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

The forest ruins were silent as a Night Striker cautiously entered in his armored flight suit. He looked back down at the note he found and read over it again before somepony called out to him.

"I've been waiting for you…" a sensual female voice called to him.

From behind the thrones, Spitfire revealed herself in her tight fitting flight suit with the hood down.

"This is-" Striker stopped suddenly when he heard the sound of a weapon being primed. He quickly pulled his Jaguar Assault Rifle and peppered the area the sound came from.

He saw the figure that shot at him quickly ducked down and dropped from the perch he had been sitting at and into the moon light. A dark red changeling in basic changeling armor.

"Lolk. Why'd it have to be you?" Striker said to the changeling.

Lolk said nothing and only stared down his opponent.

FIGHT!

Striker was the first to attack. He shot half of his thirty round magazine in Lolk's direction. Lolk put up a shield and took up the impacts. Lolk pushed his shield towards Striker and flew over to the thrones where his illusion of Spitfire vanished. He drew his DMR and leveled his cross hairs on where Striker was suppose to be. He looked away from his sights and looked skyward where Striker was starting a flying kick.

Lolk was suddenly engulfed in green fire. Striker threw his kick and passed straight through the flames to find that Lolk had vanished. Just behind him, a great heat made him draw his short sword and swing. There was a clang of metal as blade of Striker's sword met Lolk's right wing blade.

"You're not the only one with tricks up their sleeves." Lolk said with a grin.

Lolk pulls back and starts rotating so that he can use his wing blades as swords. Striker was quick, he blocked ever swipe of Lolk's wings. Striker could hardly keep up with the onslaught. He noticed he was starting to get a little too close to the wall behind him. As fast as he could, Striker spread his wings and threw himself into the air. He put the hilt of his sword in his teeth and drew his pistols.

With rapid succession, Striker shot a half of both pistols towards the changeling. Lolk anticipated this and dove behind Luna's old throne. The slugs ricocheted off of the stone and embedded themselves into the walls nearby. Just as Striker hit the stone at the base of the throne, he drew his rifle and unloaded into the rest of the rifle into the throne. Dust flew up from the sheer amount of bullets covering up the area in a thick haze for several seconds.

Striker lowered his Jaguar and watched the dust settle. From behind the throne, Lolk slowly stumbled out dripping green blood. When he looked up and looked Striker in the eyes, he drew his twin daggers and threw them at the immobile changeling. The two blades dug themselves into his neck and chest. Lolk let out a shout of pain before falling to his side dead. Striker was about to celebrate, when the form vanished in a plume of fire, leaving the daggers on the floor.

Before he could react, a bullet ripped through his left hind leg and another through his right foreleg; coming from two opposing directions. Striker dropped his sword and drew one pistol with his teeth and the other in his only good forehoof. He aimed where the thought the shots came from and fired the last five shots in both pistols inaccurately. Before he could do anything else, he realized he was out of amo.

Just as that realization came over him, he felt a tug on his tail. He turned fast with his sword in his left forehoof. He slashed at Lolk's throat. The blade nicked his armor and his exoskeleton. He jumped back holding his neck as Striker took a stance.

"Looks like you're not as quick as you thought." he said with his right forehoof dangling uselessly from his side as he hovered in place.

"That's what you think." Lolk says with a cunning grin as he slipped the pin of a grenade out out of his mouth and into his teeth.

Striker's yellow eyes went wide when he saw the ceramic grenade woven into his tail. He pushed his wing as hard as he could in panic and took to the skies. Before he could even get to the sealing, the grenade went off in a small fire ball. His back half turned to a red mist and his right wing had come clean off. Lolk stood and watched as the remainder of Night Striker's body hit the stone floor.

"Ka-boom."

K.O.

HOLLY CELESTIA SHIT! That was awesome.

That's an understatement. Striker's strategy is set for everything he does and it has clear flaws; flaws that Lolk could exploit using his Hellenistic spells and cunning.

And exploit he did. He blew him up with a grenade! Tied to his tail! He's got my respect for originality.

The winner is Lolk.