YhaY: Judgment Day

Location: Ponyville

It was wintertime around Equestria, Hearth's Warming Eve was right around the corner. Snow fell down from the sky like there was no tomorrow. However, even though the snowfall was hard today, the small village was full of activity.

Ever since the creation of Ponyville Castle, the streets of Ponyville were brimming with tourists. A sight much foreign to its residents, who normally saw tourists around two times per year.

This particular day however, came a very special tourist.

Prince Blueblood pranced his way downtown, he didn't normally visit rural villages, ever, but this was a special occasion! After all, Ponyville had just become a hexarchy, and was soon to become the third capital of Equestria, along with Canterlot and the Crystal Empire (Why a city was called an empire was beyond him).

He was aware that.... certain mare resided in ponyville. He was hoping he'd get the chance to meet her again and apologize for his actions that one night a long time ago. After that eventful gala, his aunt Celestia had made him take a "class on humility" as she described it, since then he'd seen the errors of his previous lifestyle, but he still had a long way to go. At the very least, he was a reformed stallion now...

... Right?

As he walked down the street, he was stopped by a little colt who grabbed at his right foreleg, he looked down at him. The colt was white and covered in both dirt and snow, a used rag was draped over his skinny back to protect him from the cold.

"Please mister, could you spare a bit?" He asked in a soft, squeaky voice.

Blueblood almost swatted him away out of reflective instinct, but stopped short of lifting his hoof.

"Deep breaths Blueblood, deep breaths"

After 3 or 4 seconds of breathing, Blueblood reached around for his saddlebag, pulled out a silver bit, and hoofed it over to the beggar colt, who looked at it with both surprise and awe in his eyes.

"A whole silver bit?" He asked, afraid that this was another one of those bit-and-string pranks ponies liked to pull on him.

"...Think nothing of it" Blueblood scurried off before any more beggars appeared to take his money instead of earning it for themselves....

...No. He shouldn't think like that, he had to constantly remind himself that poverty was not a result of laziness, but of misfortune. We didn't have the privilege of choosing who to be before entering this world, if we did, everypony would be rich.

Further down the street, he could see it, Ponyville Castle. It wasn't as big or imposing as, say, Canterlot Castle or the Crystal Castle, but it was still a sight to behold.

Once he was at the entrance, he gave a letter to the guards. Upon reading it, they raised their spears to make way for him.

A maid guided him to his temporary guest room. Once they got there, Blueblood thanked the maid and got to unpacking his saddlebags. But as the she started to walk away, he stopped her.

"Excuse me, but there was an extra "package" that was to be "delivered" separately. Where might it be?"

His question was answered when he was tackled by a white as snow woman with light blonde hair.

"Ah! Towhead! There you are!" Blueblood cared about his human more than anything else in the world. Towhead might've actually been his first and only friend.

The maid smiled slowly, before walking away.

Location: Everfree Forest

Music

"Stand back, I will handle this"

As 100 ponies charged towards the small group of humans, Harold drew his sword back to his side, took in a deep breath, and swung his blade horizontally as fast as his arm would let him. A blue beam of energy, shaped like the path the sword followed, propelled itself into the group of ponies, slicing a total of 80 legs straight out of their owner's bodies.

The other 3 humans looked at Harold's sword with child-like wonder and amazement in their eyes.

"Heilige Scheiße, ich will das!" Apollo whispered to himself

The remaining able soldiers were flabbergasted, they couldn't process the fact that a human had completely disabled 20 soldiers in one swift movement.

The leader of the group, who was watching from a safe distance, wasn't having a better time believing it either. After six or seven seconds, he snapped out of his stuppor and bellowed to his squad.

"USE YOUR MAGIC, ATTACK FROM A DISTANCE!"

The squad stopped advancing, and instead went back a few steps. The humans watched as 79 horns lit up and launched 79 blue energy blasts, each the size of a jumbo beach ball. They were too fast, the humans didn't have time to react. However, as they soon found out, they didn't need it.

Upon contact with the humans, the bolts of magic reversed their direction, and sent 79 ponies sprawling to the ground.

The only pony remaining was the leader, who was currently speechless. 99 stallions, 99 bucking stallions had been defeated by a group of 4 humans, that had literaly done nothing more then swing a sword ONCE.

"You guys get back to investigating the ship, I've got this one." Apollo said.

Following his commands, Harold, Pat and Johan scurried back to the ship.

"Alright asshole, let's see what you've got!"

Apollo put his open hands together, connected by the base of his palms.

"What was the name of that one move from that 20th century videogame again?" He thought to himself "Ah, right!"

"HADOUKEN!"

A spherical conjunction of flames erupted from Apollo's hands, engulfing the pegasus in fire.

He started thrashing about like a child who got an extra hour in the ball pit. After some time, Apollo came up to him and kicked him until the fire was out.

The pegasus lay there, scorched and beaten, unable to move out of sheer pain.

"You are going to answer all of our questions, do I make myself clear?"

The pegasus nodded with tears in his eyes.

Location: Canterlot

Sound

As I dragged the dead body of the pegasus through an alleyway, I remembered the "peculiar" type of introduction I introduced myself with. A frown appeared on my face as I saw the event replay in my head.

"Now now, little mare, you're going to do what I tell you to, or your filly gets it!"

"NO! PLEASE! DON'T HURT HER!"

"Quiet!"

*Smack*

"Now, If you don't want me to hurt her, then get on your haunches and start sucking!"

"Please.... leave us alone!"

The criminal raised his hoof once again, only to find he couldn't quite bring it down. He turned around and saw me, who, to him, looked like a monstrous bipedal figure, clad in black and grey, holding his hoof.

".... What the hell are you?!"

The only response I graced that question with was....

"...Gasman"

That was the last thing he'd hear in his miserable life, no one could survive getting their skull cracked open by my fist.