The Wrath of Destructor

In a dark forest, a towering figure in a hood walked. It was far larger than a normal pony, a bit taller than Celestia, even. It also seemed to emanate a glowing energy. It stopped for a second, then turned around quickly, pulled out a gun, and fired lasers from it into the thick foliage.  (It was a minigun, mind you) A thump was audible. The figure moved towards the noise. It found a Pegasus pony lying on the ground. The Pegasus was wheezing for air, with many blast marks all over the midsection. The hooded figure pulled out an odd sword, and activated it.

Another pony was in the vicinity of the noise. So, he went to investigate. He found a dead Pegasus pony with blast marks and two suspicious wounds. But there was no time for him to grieve. A shadow appeared. The living pony had just turned around when the mass gripped him by the throat, preventing him from speaking.

Sword in hand, the hooded one began to speak. "I have no personal quarrel with you or your former associate, but I really despise your rulers. So you get to die." There was a choking noise. The pony struggled for air and then, was silenced. A Flawless Kill. The hooded one thought. It dropped the dead victim and walked away.

Hours later, the hooded one found it’s way out of the forest onto a cliff. A perfect view of Ponyville was below. Well, time to introduce myself, it thought, and started down a path, to the town that would soon be doomed. It holstered its weapons, keeping incognito.