The Meta

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"Meta the facility is coming into view."

The Meta looked up from his feet and saw a two- story, stone wall.  There were six men standing at the gate, which was a giant oak set of double doors.  On the back wall was a three story tall tower with four archers at the top, there were also guards walking the the wall.  "Sigma, zoom in on one of the guards."  The chosen guard matched the description of a gang member.  "Red paint rimming the eyes, black bandanna around left arm.  Yep, this is the place."

He pulled his weapon off his back (the UR-5O F0K3D, with added blades of badassosity.  A.K.A. Kni-fle [That's a mix of knife and rifle. Yep came up with it myself.]) and fired three shots at the gate guards.  One of the explosive rounds slammed into the gate blowing it off it's hinges the other two detonated at the foot of the gate guards blowing them to oblivion and back, then to oblivion again.  He sprinted into the fort and tackled a gang member to the ground and rammed the front blade into his abdomen, splattering his chest with blood.  Standing up the Meta detached the front blade and placed the Kni-fle on his back.  A gang member took a downward stroke at him with a claymore, it was side stepped with ease. Meta grabbed the blade and pulled him over ramming his fist into the stallion's face, breaking the stallion's everything.  "Behind you, left side, going for a diagonal slash. Mark." Meta ducked and spun around kicking the mare's legs out from under her.  "Set."  Meta grabbed her tail and pulled her over to him and he slashed her throat then stood up.  A unicorn shot a blast of sizzling magic at him.  Meta ran at it head on and jumped over it landing in a dive roll and sprang to his feet. He kicked the unicorn in the stomach, she doubled over in pain and Meta stabbed her in the back off the neck severing her vertebra. A pegasus knocked him down with a,literal, flying tackle.  Meta kicked the pegsus off him and stood up, she tried to get to her hooves but Meta kicked her in the chest shattering her ribs. "*Ack cough cough*-" she spit a mouthful of blood at Meta's foot "- We *cough cough* are only the grunts and c-cannon foder," and the mare died.

"Good, I'd be disappointed if you were anything more." The Meta was reused from his thoughts by the thudding of hooves.  Ponies rushed from the building and archers crowded the top of the walls, earth ponies stood at the bottom of the walls boxing him in.  The door at the bottom of the tower creaked open and stood the target himself, Burning Legion.  Slowly, veeeeeerrrryyyyy slowly.

"Sooooo, they couldn't get to me so they sent a freak in armor. Hmm hmm hmm, how quaint.  Well-", he drew a sword off his back "- I suppose you're screwed. You might as well just lie down and . . . DIE." Burning launched himself at Meta.  He thrust his sword at Meta.  Meta spun out of the way and grabbed the back of Burning's shirt and slammed him to the ground.  Meta walked over to the unicorn he killed in the skirmish with the grunts and pulled it out of her neck and re- attached it to his Kni-fle. "Bad move turning your back to an opponent who's still breathing."

Meta turned around and observed how the gang leader was approaching him.  "This is different he's moving with caution.  I guess he's figured out that we're dangerous", Sigma said.  Sigma appeared on Meta's shoulder, surprising the gang, to address Burning legion.  "Heh heh heh heh, no I believe it is you that needs to lie down and die."  With that statement Sigma disappeared and Meta went on the offensive.

Meta shot at Burning with the strength of a cannon and punched him in the gut, forcing blood and spittle out of his mouth.  Then Meta grabbed him by his mane and slammed his muzzle into Meta's knee.  *Crack* "Whelp, there goes his nose."  Meta backed off so Burning could get to his feet. But his rest was interrupted when Meta gabbed the hand holding the sword . . . and crushed it to a pulp. "AAHHHRRRRGGGG" Burning dropped his sword and fell to his knees cradling the mess of bone and flesh that was, until recently, his hand. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, now really I thought you you were going to be tough.  Well I suppose I can just put up down."

As the Meta approached him, Burning looked up at the Meta. His eyes were filled with tears of pain and fear. The meta looked down at him ,*sigh*, "pathetic". Meta kicked him in the chest breaking his ribs.  "w-w-who a-a-are y-you? A-a-are y-you a m-m-m-monster*cough cough* o-or a . . . demon?"

For a moment Burning legion thought he heard words come from the senseless growls coming from the monster as it picked up his sword.

"We are the Meta."

*Swish shwink*