Spartan, Warrior of war.

I look around the cave the teenage dragon gracefully allowed myself to hide and shelter me on the agreement that I would help him build and protect his horde with my “Thunder sticks.” I find a nice not so damp part of the cave out of sight from the entrance yet between the entrance and the small pile of valuable such as gems, gold, and what he calls “Rare magic tomes.” I understand i'm in pony land but REALLY! MAGIC?! Thats just unfair! Glad to my shields. Never expected to have to fight plasma shields! HA!

I sigh winding down noticing the Karma brought up the full out of combat menu including a clock slowly moving around the round holographic display showing its late, very late. Around 11 but I’ve always had insomnia plus Spartan body that can go on fighting for a week straight I think I can spend the night going over and cleaning my gear.

I guess Shoty is first sense he's seen the most action out of my three guns I carry on me. I open the magazine sliding out shells one by one till the last one that seems stuck opping me to call Drake, “Drake can you reach in here to get something with your claws!”

No response.

“Still haven't realized you need to turn the helmet speakers ON?”

“Shut up Karma.” I smack the side of the helmet resulting with her hissing at me then turning on the speakers, “Yo Drake I need your claws to reach where my Gaulanets can't!”

I hear a deep sigh coming from the inner cave near the gold horde, “I'm going, but I swear if this reaching a scratch or cleaning your ears, if you have any under that thing, I WILL drop you form a high height!”

The trandotial black and red dragon tenager walks in with one his claws out but seeing Shoty he rubs his chest in a ghost pain, “What in there?”

“Not sure.” I toss it to him pointing where the object is stuck in there. It takes him less than a monument to retrieve a small golden charm with ruffles in it and a large R seemingly painted or welded into it but he tosses it and the Shotgun back.

I catch it and immediately hear a trio of voices in my head.

ʺWe are Destruction, Passion, and Wisdom. We do not care for if you are good or evil, as long as your reasoning is just, and if you simply kill just for the fun of it, then we're sure that our Seviper will enjoy a good meal. Call us, and we will make your enemies prepare for trouble and blast them off to the speed of light!”

“Wobbuffet!!!ʺ

That is when Karmas voice rings, “Slipspace rupture detected! Locking armour and increasing Gel to max safety!”

Right before I fall through it I snap my shotgun to my thigh and measure the drop to be about 25 meters, “Diable armour lock and increase gel even farther but as soon as we land put it back to normal!”

“Understood!”

And thats when I began to fall over a water fountain.

“AHHHH!”

“OH CELESTIA! IT’S EVERYWHERE!”

“NOOO! MY CABBAGES!”

Screwball snickered, walking away from the crime scene, she smiled happily as she watched a group of guards run past her and towards to where her latest victims stood, mourning for the lost of their cabbages as they were covered in pink painting. She struggled to hold in her laughter as she saw the guards trying to comfort the salespony named Cabbage Patch. “The Princess of Pranks strikes again! Hehehe”

Trotting out of the Ponyville market, she stopped when she caught the disapproving look on Applejacks face. “O-oh! Hiyah AppleJack!” Screwball said happily.

“Sugar, I suppose you wouldn’t know how Cabbage Patch’s cabbages got ruined? Do you?” Applejack asked, knowing exactly that it was her.

“Hmmmm, nope!” Screwball answered, “Can’t say I do!”

Applejack raised an eyebrow, not exactly believing her. “Uh-huh, Screwball, you know I can tell when you’re lying.”

Screwball gasped, and put a hoof on her chest, as if she was actually hurt by her assumption. “AppleJack! I would never do something like that to poor Cabbage Patch!” She pouted, “You don’t really think I’m lying, do you?”

“I’m sorry for ruining your cabbages Mr. Cabbage Patch.” Screwball said with a short bow as her head hangs in shame.

Applejack cough, “And?”

Screwball resisted the urge to groan and growl, “And I promise to pay back the money I owe for the damaged cabbages.”

“Good.” Applejack nodded, satisfied with the apology.

The grey stallion nodded, “Well, as long as you learned your lesson and pay back for the cabbages you destroyed, then I suppose I can accept your apology.”

 “Great!” Applejack said as she took out a bag of bits and paid the salespony, “Well I believe that’s everything, and if you excuse us, we best be heading our way.” She trotted towards her stand, dragging the pink filly with her.

“Miss Applejack, do I really have to work on the farm?” Screwy whined. “I promise not to prank any of the salesponies anymore!”

“Sorry sugarcube, but you have to learn that your pranking can have some serious consequences, and that they can really hurt the ones you prank.” She explained, “That’s why I decided that the best way to teach you to not mess with a farmer's goods is through some old fashion, honest, hard work on the farm!”

Screwball’s eyes widen, as her worst nightmares begin to come true. “Honest?! Hard work?! Old fashioned?!?”

Applejack nodded, “Eeyup! And I already spoke to your ma about it, and she agreed that some work on the farm will do you some good!” Screwball resisted the urge to cry. “And don’t you worry, Applebloom and your uncle Tomas will be there to help too! So at least they can can keep you company!”

Screwball’s eyes lit up with hope,‘Uncle Tomas?! Maybe I can convince him to let me go!,’ She thought.

“Also, I already told Tomas about your punishment as well and he agreed to it too.”

“What?!” Screwball’s hope was quickly crushed. ‘Well, so much for that plan….’

“Now, let’s get back to the farm so we can start our tour of Sweet Apple Acres!” AppleJack yelled happily.

Screwball’s screams of despair was heard all throughout town followed by a larger crash and the sound of stone breaking and water spraying.

I look down at the incoming ground and on instinct spread my legs and arms out to catch as much air as I can as I close on to the ground quickly, “Impact 20 meters. Scans show us over Ponyville. 10 meters, 5 meters. Brace for impact Spartan!”

I do as Karma bracing for the impact and as with my luck I land right into the stone fountain. Now any regular person landing for that high would of been broken by the fountain. No I broke the fountain utterly destroying it, “Get up Spartan the welcoming party is here and DO NOT look happy!”

I take out my pistol as it's the easiest to reload and switch if needed aiming to the horde of guards with pink paint on there horse shoes along with a pink filly a swirling pattern in her eyes and...The souther pony who tried kicking me in the balls! I switch the Speakers on and shot in the air, “ON THE GROUND NOW!”

Immediately, all the ponies shot towards the ground, too scared by the gunshot to do anything. But the pink swirly filly, remained standing, as she stared at the spartan.

“I said to...the...ground!” I sigh getting out of the fountain shooting the a block of the fountain remains to smithereens, “That's SOLID stone! Get to the ground now!”

The pink swirly filly smirked, her eyes full of mischief. “Alright then, on the ground, right?” Putting her hooves above her head, her smile grew, “Oh I’ll get on the ground alright, just after you do! EARTHQUAKE!” Her hooves glowed with a brownish aura, stomping on the ground, she created a large shockwave that cause the area around the spartan to have a earthquake.

I scream out falling to one knee but more instincts kick in dropping and rolling to stable ground before shooting up and eyeing the pink pony, “Spartan shields at 85 percent. That wasn't normal seismic activity, recommend immediate despatch of the hostile.”

“Understood.” I shoot forward going over 55 mph grabbing the filly by the neck and gently putting her in a choke hold.

“Ha! You better try harder than that to take me down!” She rasped, disappearing from the spartan’s graspe and reappearing in front of him… and behind him, and besides him.

The pink fillies laughed, as they surrounded him, “Try to guess which one is the real me! By the time you guess right, it’ll be too late!” They boasted.

“Spartan we got on one reading on the sensor and its behind you.”

I turn around to face that one clone of the pink filly chuckling to myself that she should try out as a pokemon model. But using Spartan time I grab her by the neck, noticing she's a Earth pony so can take more abuse than others can so I lightly punch the stomach caring not to break or burst anything inside her and at worst leaving a bruise before putting her back in the sleeper hold, “I'm against killing sentient life. Stand down and no more pain will come.”

Screwball growled, noticing the position they’re in, she smirks. “To bad the same can’t be said about you! THUNDERBOLT!” She yells as lighting strikes them both, doing more damage to the spartan than the pony.

I open my mouth in a silent scream as Karma route the electricity through my armour to my shoes safely keeping it away from my heart but the suit locks up for a moment keeping the pink firmly in the choker hold but it recharges the shields as I pant looking down at the now limp pink pony, “I should of saw that coming! Spartan I’ve prepared a lighting handler function but it will lock the system up or a monument so BE ready!”

“Understood.” I lay the pink pony down on the ground lightly looking her over to see if medical assistance is needed.

“SCREWBALL!!”

My head snaps toward to other humans each in Team Rocket uniforms AND with the correct hair, I aim my pistol to the sky once more firing three shots, “Stay your ground!”

“YAN-YAN!”

A large green blur flew past them and tackled the me to the ground, the blur revealed itself to be a large green dragonfly. The bug roared at my face and bit my hand knocking down the shields to 87 %. It opens its mouth again so I simply let go of the gun retracing my hand. The bug grabs my pistol taking it away from me. “Yanmega!” The dragonfly dropped the gun in front of the rockets and glared at the me.

I reach to behind me grabbing my Assault Rifle and aims in their general direction, “Stand down! I'm not in the mood to be blasted by Sparkle butt AGAIN!”

“I believe her name was Twilight Sparkle?”

“Karma she hit me in the chest with magic. She EARNED Sparkle butt.”

Tomas stared at the spartan, confused as to why he was talking to himself. Shaking his head, he went back to the matter at hand. He smirked at the spartan, when he saw his Yamask in position. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make any demands, surrender now or prepare for fight you won’t win.”

The Spartan stay in the aggressive pose and A single shot it heard then Tomas notices that the hair on his left has been cut down the another shot making the right the same, “I know your tricks! I played all the pokemon games!”

“This isn’t a game kid! Why don’t you just go back to your Equestria and leave ours alone!” Meowth yelled.

The Spartans faceless helmet turns to Meowth and points at him, “You’re adorable. And I have no bucking idea what IS going on! I was cleaning Shoty, found this!” He takes out the Meowth token, “And a portal opened under my feet!”

Meowth sneered, “That’s our token ya rimrod! And you expect us to believe that?! Never thought we had to deal with invading displaced trying to cause problems!”

“I can prove it and what in bucking Tartus is a displaced?!? Karma can you play video logs?... Excellent!” The Spartan reaches to the back of his Helmet pulling out a AI chip which projects Karma in the place of Cortona.

“Hello I am Karma this dumb Spartans personal smart AI. Playing video log.” It shows the Sparts POV cleaning his weapon, a dragon losing the token from the shotgun then a portal opening beneath his feet.

“See I was telling the bucking truth!” The Spartan puts the AI chip back into the helmet putting his hand back on his Assault Rifle.

Sarah growled, her anger blinding her judgement. “Who cares if he doesn’t know anything about displaced?! He hurt Screwball!” She pointed at the Spartan. “And no one hurts my Screwball!” She yelled loudly, scaring the others around her.

“You know SHE attacked me first right?” The Spartan looks down to the filly, “In fact I was in the middle of seeing if I did anything beside a few bruises!” The crowd agrees even having AppleJacks seal of truth on his statement, “I have no clue where I am, I can only assume I've been kidnapped by ponies so yea i'm going to assert dominance.”

Sadly that only managed to get the rocket even more angrier. “YOU GAVE MY DAUGHTER BRUISES?!” She glared angrily at the crowd. “AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING SIDING WITH HIM?!” She yelled, startling the crowd of ponies.

The Spartan chuckles, “Stockholm Syndrome? And lay off the poor thing, there confused and scared by a loud noise s first instinct was to duck and herd. I can toss you…”Screwball?” Bucking ponies name. Settle down, I ran a scan and she's FINE beside the bruises and freak lightning bolt that hit us.” The Spartan lowers his gun, “Look i'm surrendering, I assumed wrong. You can have the ponies.” He puts the Assault rifle on his back with his palms up.

“Hey, sis, maybe we should just, you know, capture him, he did surrender after all.” Tomas said, trying to calm her down.

“Sorry, but it’s too late to surrender!” She growled, “You attacked my daughter, now prepare for trouble!”

“Too bad for you her anger has doubled!”

“To protect my daughter from brutes like you!”

“It’s too bad you didn’t surrender you had the chance!”

“My beautiful daughter was the one thing that kept me going!”

“They went together like a hand and a glove!”

“Jessie!”

“James!”

“You may be standing, but not for long!”

“And your apologize aren’t going to stop a mother from protecting her cub!”

“Meowth that’s right!”

“Wobbuffet!”

Applejack sighs, “He ran off when you started your motto.”

The trio stood there silent for a moment, just noticing that the spartan had ran off. Tomas turned towards his sister, a bit worriedly, “Hey sis, you alrigh-!”

“RRRAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Sarah’s santic scream was heard all throughout Ponyville.

They notice a small comm piece was left there at where the Spartan stood and a paper with the writing, “Call me when she calms down.”

I look at the fresh river noticing my pistol missing from my thigh and it felt WRONG. Its hard to explain but to me it feels wrong to be unarmed in the slightest. I sigh taking off my helmet to restore my water supply for my suit and to get something to drink. I dunk my head in the river taking deep slurps form the running river moaning slightly from how good it taste, how fresh the hair and how cool the twilight is and the promise of a cold night,

I slip on my helmet greeted by Karmas voice and liquid mercury going down my spine form the AI hook up, “So any plans?”

“Stealth.”

“In what sense?”

“Sneak into town, talk to the one looking like James as he seems a little more reasonable in this state.”

“Fine but...be careful ok?”

“I promise Karma ill be fine. Have the Hardlight shield ready to go on my mark though.”

I settle on my perch looking for the blue haired figure, finding him outside a house with Jessie and the foal, Screwball, in Jessie’s arms trying to escape from the endless cuddling. I continue to watch them as James goes into a house and into a room on the first floor, thankfully. I wait till night sneaking off from my post till I catch a view of the backyard, “Buck me. Buck me with THE Gyarados in that pond.”

I take a deep breath and continue into town using the armours color and a Spartans stealth training to it fullest til i'm right outside James window. I knock on it saying S-O-S in morse code.

.

Tomas growls, trying to ignore the knocking, “Archie….please check who that is..” He asked, still half asleep.

Hearing a snort, he cracks open an eye and sees his Arcanine walking towards the window. “ARC! ARCANINE!”  The large dog barked at the window, trying to get his master’s attention.

Tomas growled, putting a pillow on his head to block out the noises. “Archie...if it’s another squirrel again…” Getting up from the bed, he walked lazily towards the window.

Tomas sees the Spartan, who put two fingers to the middle of his helmet and widen then as if smiling the waves.

He stands there for a full minute, staring at the Spartan.

The Spartan points to the window and mimes opening it while looking at his wrist as if a watch exist there.

FINALLY realizing that the Spartan wasn’t just a figment of his imagination, he opens the window and let’s the spartan inside.

The Spartan hops in and sighs, “Thank you. I'm not a bad guy. If I was I would of used Shoty to execute the crowd.”

He yawns, “You know, I’m not the one you should be trying to convince.” Tomas rubs his eyes gently.

“I remember the satanic death metal scream your sister performed. I'm not lying when I say I was scared as hell.” The Spartan actually giggles.

Tomas laughs at the memory, before shuddering. “Yeah, but you should count yourself lucky, the last guy who got her this mad went blind and couldn’t walk straight for a whole month.” Shuddering at the memory of her sister capturing Seviper, poor guy, he pitied the poor snake, at least he got better, but he can tell just by looking at the snake that he was still afraid.

“I dont think I have to worry about going blind. Polarized lens on the Spartan armour, the plating it a high grade alloy that takes sustained plasma fire to melt and in the chest plate is a fission reactor requiring only hydrogen in the air to function indefinitely. Enough showing off what IS a displaced?”

“Displaced are people who bought an item from the merchant and got sent to Equestria because of it. The displaced are then turned into whatever they were dressing up as, in my case, I got turned into the actual James from Team Rocket and my sister into Jessie. Also displaced are able to contact each other through tokens, a token can be used to summon the displaced into your world, or summon you into their world.” He explained, “But be careful some displaced got turned into the ones who they were dressed as, both physically and mentally, so you might encounter evil displaced, but there are some good displaced as well.”

The Spartan chuckles looking at him, “The creepy dude in the corner? I saw Shoty and Shooty and plopped the money down faster then he spoke. They were just soooo cool.”

Tomas smiled, “Yeah, I bought Meowth from that guy, had him mail it to the hotel we were staying at so I can surprise her with it.”

“I was an animal guy before being… ‘Displaced?’ I had a talent with them for a long long time and on the Fluttershy level. Anyway about your partner. Any known ways to quell her?””

Tomas thought for a while, her sister’s anger is legendary, usually only quelled when she knows that the person who wronged her is currently taking a very long dirt nap. “Uhh…. that may prove to be difficult…”

“I can freeze the Spartan armour to stimulate passing out or even death.”

“No, no, she wouldn’t go that far, she won’t take another’s life.” He reassured him.

“No offense but the thought you could kill me is low.”

“We have a Porygon.” He answered. “And your armor is a bit like a computer, and Porygon can act like a virus, and render your armor useless, that or she can just decide to use my Gyarados.”

“I have a AI with enough IQ points I could buy a mansion if you turned her IQ into bits. Experiment later. For now we plan how to calm her. Before any of that how is Screwy?”

Tomas chuckles. “Screwball is fine, although she does want to find you to have a rematch, she says the only reason to why you won in the fight was due to luck.”

“Pull her aside tomorrow and tell her she can have her rematch. Ill be on the hill over there.” The Spartan points to a hill overlooking Ponyville slightly, “We fight there, screwball wins your wife calms down, we find a way to get me home, or at least to my Equestria and I could introduce you to a teenage dragon thats actually calm.”

“SARAH IS NOT MY WIFE! SHE’S MY SISTER!!” Tomas screams at him, blushing.

“But..” Noises are heard from everyone waking up because the screaming and then Thomas notices the Spartan just wasn't there.

The door slams open, revealing a red-eyed Meowth. “IT’S 1 IN THE MORNING! STOP YELLING AND GO TO SLEEP!” He throws a alarm clock at Tomas’ forehead and slams the door shut.

Tomas’ knees buckled, with one knee on the floor, he clutched his head in pain. “Argh, Arceus dammit Meowth!” He rubbed his forehead in an attempt to make the pain go away. He sobbed quietly, glad that the spartan had left. Crawling towards his bed, he went back to sleep. “Stupid spartan… leaving me here all alone...dumb ungrateful Meowth.”

“STOP MUMBLING AND JUST GO TO BED! OR ELSE THIS DUMB MEOWTH WILL SHOW YOU JUST HOW UNGRATEFUL HE REALLY IS!!”

The voice of the Spartan is heard, “Shut up i'm trying to sleep you damn cat!”

Everything was quiet for a moment, then suddenly the sound of loud stomping was heard, walking towards the room. The door slammed open and a very sleep deprived Meowth stood on the entrance, a wrench in his paws. “WHO IN ARCEUS NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!” He yelled at Tomas, thinking it was him. “GUESS I HAVE TO REMIND YOU WHO’S TOP CAT!” Meowth yelled as he stomped towards the shivering human.

“WAIT! NO MEOWTH, NOO!!”

Trolly Spartan laughter is heard throughout the beautiful night sky as the sounds of Tomas screams are heard also.

I laugh hearing the screams while I settle into the gentle curve of the hill facing the beautiful moon light, “I wonder if time dilation effects in this multiverse.” I close my eyes hymning slightly as Karma buts in.

“I'm looking through your memories and your a fan of violin and piano?”

“Yes?”

I gasp in surprise as the youtube video I had bookmarked on my browser pops up taking up the screen as the music begins to play.

“Good night.”

“Good night Karma.”

Tomas growled, muttering curses under his breath, “Stupid Spartan, when I get my hands on him, I’ll show him what happens when someone messes with a Rocket!” He hissed as he felt his Arcanine tightening the bandages. “Ow, not so tight Archie!”

The dog simply grunted. “Ar!”

Screwball skipped happily, excited at what the surprise her uncle promised her would be. “What is it Uncle Tomas? Am I getting a puppy? A Pokemon? O-o-o! Am I getting a pony?!” She asked excitedly.

“A pony? But you’re a pony….” Tomas said a bit confused. “Besides isn’t that a bit like slavery?”

Screwball’s smile turns wicked as she gains a dark look in her eyes. “Exactly.”

Tomas stops walking and turns to Screwball with a startled look. “..What..?”

She smiles and continues to skip as if nothing ever happened. “Oh, nothing~!”

Tomas shook his head, convincing himself that it was just his lack of sleep that is making him hear things. “I need a nap, or at least a cup of coffee.”

The two eventually made it to the clearing, Screwball barely containing her excitement, as she began to imagine what it would be like ‘having’ a pony. ‘M-master! Wha-what are you doing?! Ah! Master!’ Screwball chuckled silently, “hehe…..Master…..hehe..” Blushing slightly.

The Spartan is laying on the gentle incline seemingly in a deep sleep relaxing and staring into the blue sky, “Here for your rematch Screwball? I'm not going to be so gentle as last time.”

Screwball’s eyes widen, “You!” She points at him, her hoof shaking slightly. “I have a bone to pick with you! I only lost to you because you got lucky!”

“And how did I get lucky?” The Spartan chuckles not even looking at them..

“You guessed which one of my clones was real me by luck! And if I hadn’t passed out during our fight, I would’ve won!” Screwball yelled, confident in what she was saying.

“I have a quantum mirror system. I know you form the “clones.”

She blushes in embarrassment and growls.

The Spartan laughs, “Everything you can do I can counter in a way. Face it little pony i'm going to win.”

Screwball resisted the urge to hit him with a Hyper Beam. “You foal I am the Princess of Chaos! Daughter to the Lord of Chaos! I have 1000 years of experience worth in combat! I won’t lose that easily!”

The Spartan walks up to the pony and stares into her eyes, “I have watched worlds burn, their fertile farmland turned to glass, SEAS boiled and turned to steam. I've seen bodies turn against their comrades and then to be shot dead but risen again, I have seen beauty and destruction beyond your mortal comperion. Your thousand years of experience mean nothing to the short 40 years of nonstop war I've seen and brought, i've killed enough to fill mass graves, i've burned and shot my own comrades to save a person who thought me to be human. You. Child. Know nothing of war.” He lowers himself to Screwball, “For I am the Shield and sword. The land I protect will be my tomb, and from there I still shall protect with my shield and kill with my sword.”

Screwball frowns, her face becoming more serious. “....You’re wrong…. I lived for a thousand years, a thousand years with my parents trapped in stone, I lived through several wars. The Griffon Pony Great War, the Phantom War, the…” Screwball eyes water a bit. “The Pokemon Eradication War….a lot of pokemon lost their lives and I was unable to do anything about it…cause i’m weak. I may act and look like a child, but only because I want to be, I could’ve changed my body to its adult stage anytime I want to, but I didn’t. I’ve seen genocide! And all because ponies feared the power pokemon possessed! I may look young, but I’m immortal and I lived in this planet for a thousand years. I’ve seen wars, I’ve seen dictators and empires rise and fall.Any normal pony would’ve gone mad after being alone for so many years! But not me! I held on to the hope that I will be reunited with my family once more!” She finished strongly.

The Spartan looks down at the pony, “We were the ones being experimented not the other way around. We were hunted for sport.” A step, “I had our lands burnt and glassed with the families inside. I watched Marines and ODST drop feet first into hell hold off the wave of forces slaughtering, man, women, and child with no remorse. I have discovered that the ‘gods’ they were slaughtering us over WERE FAKE! I destroyed their holy ring larger than a sun! This ring could of killed you so easily, one moment you would be there the next you, and everything else would be glass on a barren world! But the worst. The worst was to kill a being, once more threatening my race and killed my best friend. You, you are no god. You are simply ageless. But I am a god killer, I am a demon form and forged by the fires of war. A war you could never understand because it wasn't war for rights or land, or money. It was a war for survival and we almost lost. But I saved us.”

“You’re no demon, you’re no god-killer either.” Screwball stated, her eyes looking much more older. “When you’re immortal you tend to wander to places and discover new lands, but when you’ve already seen it all, what is there left to see? So, I went to the only other place very little explore, the void. In there time flowed differently, and during my time in the void, I had the opportunity to explore other worlds, and I did...to this day I still cannot decide if I regretted my decision. I saw the world your character comes from, he’s no god-killer, they weren’t even gods! But I was, but I gave it up, gave up my god hood and returned to my Equestria and my body was forced to revert back to it’s child stage.” She gave a dry chuckle, “And you know what? Your world wasn’t even the worst one I’ve seen, no, it’s far from the worst, very far. I am much more wiser than you think, this body maybe a child’s and I may act like one, but I can assure you, child! That I’ve seen worse, in this world only a thousand years have past, but for me it’s been eons. So tell me ‘God-killer’ how can your world possibly be any worse than what I’ve seen in the void? In the multiverse?!” She asked him.

“You watched it. I lived it.”

“Hm!” She smiled, “But what you have lived through, is still nothing compared to what I lived through, child. I traveled to different worlds, and sometimes even lived there for a while. I even… had a chance to have a family, but alas, it was not meant to be.”

“Spartan body equals infertile.”

She tilted her head, “I know, but that can easily be changed. Heck at this bodies power, combined with some Chaos Gems, I might be able to change that.”

“I don’t have nads anymore.” The Spartan chuckles, “Didn't need them not needed for combat. Understand you can regen them but if you did Spartan armour would fit anymore.”

Screwball smirked, her voice sounding more like a grown woman's. “Sweetie, haven’t you ever heard of this thing called ‘magic’? It’s a tricky little thing, but I’m sure even a child like you know what it can do. Heck, if given enough training I might be able to teach you how to do Chaos Magic, after all, humans are excellent conductors for Chaos Magic. But point is, my type of magic, my father’s type of magic, is able to do anything we want it to do. I can do anything I want, with no consequences!” She said, balancing on a rubber ball.

“Fight or no?”

Screwball’s voice becomes childish once more, as she smirks at the spartan, “Heck yeah we’re gonna fight!” Leaping towards him, her body was enveloped in flames.  “Flame wheel!”

The Spartan step to the Side chopping the back of her neck as she flies by him moving much faster then one would think he could.

“Gah!” She yelps, rolling into a ball, she rolled around the Spartan, “Nice shot! But still not enough to beat me!” Stopping, she turns towards the spartan and fires a barrage of seeds at him, “Bullet Seed!”

The Spartan takes out his Assault rifle and a female voice is heard from his Helmet, “Aiming assist activating.” Each seed is shot out of the air that wouldn't hit the pony taking a few of the seeds to the shields, “Shields at 91 %”

“Hpm!” Smirking, she towards the Spartan at shocking speeds, “EXTREME SPEED!” Slamming her body onto the Spartan, she tackled him to the floor. “Stomp!” She raised her hooves above her head as she prepared to stomp on his chest.

He reaches in his pocket and throws sand in her eyes, “Pocket sand!”  He follows up with a punch hard enough to toss her into the hair a few feet and right into an uppercut as “KO!” Plays over the speakers.

“That’s no fair! You cheated!” Screwball yelled, wiping the sand off her eye.

“Pocket sand is always a fair tatic! Its sand! In your pocket!” The Spartan laugh and runs at her going over 50 mph, no Extreme speed but that fast plus a Spartan weighing over thousand pound. Going to hurt.

Screwball, still blinded and busy trying to get the sand off, is blissfully unaware of the incoming danger. “Rgghh, I swear to Arceus, when I get this sand off me,  you are so DEAD!”

At the last moment she feels the earth shaking with each of the titans steps then it stops for her to hear two cursed words, “Body slam!” And over a thousand pounds of metal mass going over 50 mph jumping and landing on the filly's back. The Spartan rolls off quickly not to severely hurt the filly body.

Screwball let’s out a silent scream, her eyes wide. Looking towards the Spartan, she gave him a final glare before fainting.

Wild Screwball has fainted.

Spartan gains 1865 Exp.

Tomas stared at the text box that had randomly appeared. “....”

“Do you see it too?”

He nodded, too dumbfounded to say anything about it.

“Press A damnit!”

The large textbook disappeared, only to reappear again.

Spartan leveled up!

Lv. 69-70!

Tomas confusion only grew, “wha…?”

“Ahah! 69.”

He glared momentarily at the spartan, “Really?” He turned towards the textbox and yelled. “A! A! A! A!”

He kept yelling the letter, skipping over the spartan’s stats and stat raise. Causing them to only have a small glispe.

‘

The Spartan was laughing the whole time pointing at it.

“What in tartarus? A!” He yelled one final time, causing the box to disappear from view. “,,,,You know what, I’m not going to question it.”

“Me neither, call it a strange natural thing that happens.”

Tomas sighed. “That wasn’t natural.... but then again neither is anything around here.”

“Shhhh shhh shhhh its a Pinkie Pie thing. Never mention it again.”

“But- but!”

“Shhhhhh. Never again.”

He sighed again, “I give up! At least with Discord it kind made sense!”

“Shhh never mention its for the best.”

“Alright, alright. Well anyways congrats with winning the fight. I would give you some money, but you're not a trainer, and this wasn’t a pokemon battle.”

“What use would I have for money here? Also how long till your sister gets here?”

Tomas looked towards the direction of Ponyville and saw a dust cloud running towards them. “I’d say right about now actually.”

The Spartan had disappeared once more.

Tomas glared at the spot he had been. “Damn you, not again…”

Suddenly a large dust cloud ran past him and stopped right next to Screwball. Turning towards Tomas, Sarah’s eyes seemed to glow as a dark aura surrounded her. “WHO DID THIS?!” She yelled in a dark, demonic voice.

A small audio device was implanted on Tomas shirt collar speaks in his voice perfectly, “I'm so sorry I was training with Screwball and I knocked her out!” The device then it self destructs, leaving nothing,

Tomas’ eyes widen, realizing what the Spartan did. “That bas-!!!” He didn’t get to finish as Sarah leaped towards him and attacked.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!!”

Last thing he hears before passing out are the Spartan’s laughter.

I sigh at my last trollness before looking at my feet where I stepped into a portal and a Figure of fire cackles, “Good my Champion good.”

“Who are you?!?” I take out my shotgun aiming it at him noticing my pistol is back on my HUD so I hold the shotgun one handed and my pistol in the other.

“So my Champion what will be your token?”

I fire my Pistol and the bullet stops midair. “For all those who need a friend, a brother in arms, or a general troll call me up. Spartan Kilo 000 sound off.” It teleports away.

After that I black out and awake in the cave where i feel into the portal the gun in my hand how I left and the Team Rocket Token firmly in my hand.