The path of a hero

The constant annoying sound of dripping water was the first thing that resonated in Kick’s ears.  His head ached from the blow he had suffered, but luckily it was fading quickly; Unicorn stubbornness.  As he slowly opened his eyes to examine his surroundings, the first thing catching his attention were the rusted metal bars blocking separating his cell from the corridor.  Groaning from stiffness, the unicorn slowly pushed himself up and began cracking his bones, sighing in relief as the tension slowly left his limbs.

Slowly, he looked around his cell to see his accommodations; a toilet, bed and sink.  “Classy.”  Kick said with a half-hearted smile as he looked finished scanning the granite walls.  He rolled his neck around as the bones crackled, releasing tension as the stallion walked up to the cell door and called out “Hey, can I get some room service here?” After a few moments of waiting, a guard did walk up to the cell gate and glared right at the DJ, his steel-grey eyes looking to the two toned stallions.

“Aha, finally, I was beginning to think this place was like a jail or something.”  Kick began as he leaned against the door, smiling a winning smile as he continued.  “”So, listen, I believe we have a bit of a misunderstanding.  So, if you could unlock my cell and give me back my stuff, I’d be happy to pretend I never saw any of this.”

All the Pegasus guard did was flapping his wings once and began walking away.  Kick, on the other hoof, had something else in mind.  The unicorn furrowed his brow, focusing on the tail of the Pegasus and quickly pulled him back to his cell.  The guard let out a quick grunt at the sudden pull before his head was slammed into the bars by the DJ’s magic, knocking him unconscious.

“Don’t feel too good, dose it.”  Kick snapped quietly at the sleeping guard while his magic scanned around his waist.  His smile grew as he located a bundle of keys on a large iron ring.  “Thank you very much, dead weight.”  Slowly, the unicorn checked each key, with every failure, the DJ’s patience grew more and more thinner, groaning with every failure until he finally found the right key.

With a click flick of the lock, the tumblers unlatched themselves and the cell was finally unlocked.  The desire to be free and out of the confinement of the cell overtook his caution as he leaped out of the square that was supposed to confine him and he yelled out “Yeah, Pi9o in da house!”

Suddenly, a spear flew by; scratching the unicorn’s face as he narrowly dodged its trajectory.  Kick’s anger began to boil to unforeseen heights as he felt the sting of the stale hair grace his bleeding wound.  His heart began to race as his eyes dilated slowly, his breathing only growing heavier as he attempted to conceal his rage.  How dare they, he thought.  How dare they scratch his beautiful, gorgeous, sexy face?  How dare they cause such a magnificent unicorn to bleed?

His rage was replaced with fear, however, when he spotted the hundreds of armed guards glaring at him, spears raised.  Kick’s eyes widened as he started to rethink his strategy, what strategy he had conceived after waking up.  The unicorn slowly raised his hoof as he scanned the wave of thugs drawing out slowly “R-r-i-i-i-ight.”  Suddenly, he pointed towards an empty cell (Or at least he thought it was empty) and yelled “Hey look over there, somepony is escaping!”  When he saw some of the guard’s heads turn, he followed that motion with his entire body and said in a deep, mocking voice.  “It’s me!”  He wasted no time with the distraction, and began moving his hooves as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

Razor slowly snuck out of his cell, looking around for the commotion, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkened area.  His ears twitched as he the loud noises began to grow louder and more distinct.  Looking to the sounds, the Pegasus quickly noticed an ocean of armed thugs chasing after a unicorn, the word “Buck!” quickly repeating themselves out of the stallion’s white muzzle.

With widened eyes, Razor quickly let out a loud, somewhat feminine shriek as he turned tail and quickly ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the approaching crowd.  I shouldn’t use my wings right now, the Pegasus thought as he ran.  This area is so narrow and I still feel a bit groggy from whatever they gave me.  However, the thought was quickly pushed to the back of his mind when he could hear the repeated swear grow closer and closer behind him.

The stallion’s heart sank in fear, how could they have caught up to him so quickly?  He was a Pegasus, a being known for their speed and he was going to be caught by the thugs again and this time Celestia knows what they might do to him.  However, suddenly the white unicorn flew past Razor, a blast of wind following quickly behind.  Fear had quickly been replaced with confusion as he slowed down, his hind legs giving out as his mind attempted to contemplate what had just happened.

“I’m a Pegasus, he’s a unicorn.”  Razor said, thinking out loud and forgetting about the approaching crowd behind him.  “Could he be using magic?  No, I don’t see his horn glowing.”  The stallion’s thought was quickly disturbed when a spear flew over him, nearly piercing through his head.  He quickly glanced back and released another feminine shriek when he saw the guards nearly on top of him.

Can’t risk getting caught, Razor thought as he spread his wings and, with one powerful push, flew off the ground.  His fears were quickly confirmed, however, when he felt an incredible difficulty keeping control over his trajectory.  His flying was very sluggish, taking almost all of his concentration to even bank, if he wished.  “Better KISS.”  Razor said with a determined frown.  (KISS = Keep It Simple Stupid.)

He couldn’t fly for long, however, when he spotted the corridor ending in a large granite wall.  The unicorn had already stopped and frantically looked around for another way out, but judging by his harsh movement, he didn’t find one.  Slowing down his flight, Razor folded his wings and smoothly landed in a run, which turned into a trot and was followed by a slow walk.  With caution, the Pegasus approached the unicorn and slowly raised his hoof.  “Looks like we’re trapped, friend.”

The unicorn quickly gazed over at the light yellow coated pony, his two-toned eyes meeting Razor’s azure.  He couldn’t help but chuckle as he stood up and walked up to the fellow escapee.  “It would seem that way, but Kick Pulse doesn’t go out without giving one heck of a show.”

Razor looked to the unicorn with a raised eyebrow, so his name was Kick Pulse.  With a soft smile, he turned to be stand by his new friend’s side and glanced at the approaching mass of guards.  Nothing came to the stallion’s mind as forms of escape; there was no logical way they could get past the wall of ponies until he got feeling back into his wings.  His psionic powers were also greatly reduced at the moment, he was able to concentrate on the locks, but now he had to worry about not one, but over hundreds of guards wanting his head.

Suddenly, a flash of lime-green light blinded Razor’s eyes for a moment.  When he glanced over to check on Kick, the unicorn had vanished.  He wouldn’t need to worry about the stallion’s whereabouts for long, however, when he quickly heard him yell from the upper cell level.  “Hey, you lily-livered, foal-fondling, male-mauling cowards, why don’t you come up here and pick on a real stallion instead of messing with a meek little Pegasus!”

Was I just insulted, Razor thought as he turned to see the stallion on a catwalk, attempting to antagonize some of the guards to chase him?  Somehow, thought the taunt made little sense to him, it had worked; half of the guards quickly began yelling and barking colorful insults to Kick as they tossed their spears, the pegasi that were in the group flew up towards him, attempting to get a better shot at the annoying unicorn.

The distraction granted Razor the perfect opportunity, he couldn’t waste it.  The stallion slowly closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, feeling his body battle the unnatural fatigue.  The loud barking of the guards slowly faded in the background as his heartbeat began to overtake them.  He focused his inner power, purging the fatigue momentarily out of his body.  He guessed that it would last for only ten minutes, so whatever he was going to do, he would need to do it fast.

Slowly, Razor reopened his eyes as he returned to the world, hearing Kick yell “Hey, dude!  Now is kind of not the time for a nap!”  The first thing that met with his gaze was the tip of a lance that quickly rushed for the center of his eyes.  With widened eyes, Razor stumbled backwards and let his mind race, fearing he would meet his end.  However, the spear suddenly stopped, just an inch from his right pupil.

His eye quickly fluttered in shock, realizing that he subconsciously used his gift to stop the spear in the middle of its trajectory.  “I can do that?”  Razor thought out loud, still surprised at his ability.  He had never needed to use his gift in battle before so this was the first time he had ever done anything like this.  The guards gazed over at the Pegasus as he slowly regained his footing and pushed the spear to the side telekinetically.  Kick’s eyes widened again as he blinked in disbelief at what had just happened.  “And I thought I saw everything.”  He said in surprise.

Razor glanced at his hooves as he felt a new power flow through him, his mind raced with uncontrollable force as his head began to tinge with pain.  He glared at six ponies that stood in his way, attempting to gather more power.  However, he had reached his maximum load and roared “Get out of my way!” as he unleashed a massive concussion blast that pushed the unwary ponies aside, their spears falling to the side.  Kick quickly yelled “Celestia say what?”  His voice holding complete surprise at what had just transpired.

Wasting no time, Razor quickly ran through the newly formed gap, spreading his wings as he flew into the air.  “Let’s get out of here!”  He yelled to the unicorn, flapping his wings to increase his speed.  Kick didn’t waste much time ether, quickly using his magic to warp from catwalk, to floor, and to catwalk again, gaining more and more ground away from the confused guards.

Razor felt his mind tinge again as he lost altitude, falling down to the ground as his body began to ache from exhaustion.  He didn’t expect to use so much of his mental power to push those ponies to the side, and it was taking it’s toile on the gifted Pegasus.  Kick spotted his new ally falling and teleported down towards him, letting the Pegasus land softly on the unicorn’s back before he warped yet again onto the catwalk.

Luck had granted them a boon; it appeared, when Kick spotted a barred window not far from where he was running.  He quickly warmed from his location to the window so he could get a good look through it, the roar of the guards hot on his heels.  What he saw was nothing but dark, green and brown trees,  “Great, I might meet Tarzan out here.”  Kick spat as he focused his magic again, disappearing once again.

When he reappeared, however, he was outside the hideout’s walls.  Attempting to hide from the guards, however, he quickly slammed his body against the wall and quickly held his breath, hoping they didn’t spot him.  It felt like eternity standing against the wet granite wall, the only sound he wished to hear was the retreating hooves of the guards.  He didn’t know what was wrong with his new friend, but judging by his limp posture, Kick guessed he had fallen unconscious from the use of…whatever that was.

Thankfully, the murmur of the guards soon faded and the unicorn guessed now would be the best time to move into the dark forest.  He had no idea where he was, or which forest he was running into, but it was almost guaranteed he would have better chances out there than back in the forest.  But that would mean he would have to leave the P.E.G. behind, but this pegasus’s life and their freedom were far more important than a piece of equipment.

Kick glanced to the Pegasus and raised an eyebrow as he repositioned him on his back, moving forward into the unknown, unaware of the new alliance he had just formed and the upcoming adventures they were bound to have.

***

“Strike through, give no quarter to the monsters!”  Razor ordered Klick 12 before unleashing a loud roar as he dived towards the gap of changelings.  His wings spread wide, the bladed cover gleaming menacingly on the front of his wings as he dived down to widen the gap.  The Pegasus warrior spun gracefully around the drone changelings, their figures smaller and weaker than a normal pony’s proved less resistant to the slashing assault.

Thinking the battle would end with quick ease, the leader of Klick 12 glanced to the entrance before feeling a burning pain strike his side.  The changeling blast pushed Razor off of his feet and onto the ground, his fur sizzling from the laser while the remaining units retaliated and swarmed their commander, covering his flanks while Captain Marine examined the downed Pegasus.  “Major Breeze, are you alright?”  He asked, concern obvious is his voice.

“I’m fine, Captain.”  The damaged pony said as he slowly stood back up, the singed fur giving way to his scalier flesh.  Some of the subordinates took second glances at the abnormal flesh as Razor stood back and dusted himself off.  “We have to move forward, Captain.  I’ll begin infiltration while you and the rest of the unit continue the assault on the hive through the front.  Colonel Joke will meet up with you if his unit breaks through the eastern wall.”

With the brief change of plans, captain gave Major Razor Breeze a quick nod and moved forward, yelling out orders while Razor ran to the West side of the hive, his own plan was being prepared.