Disharmony Rises

Jet stood and faced the fortress as the archer shot another arrow at him. He caught it just before it could pierce his heart and he threw it as hard as he could, nailing the archer between the eyes.

"Star Swirl! You're a dead man!" Jet yelled as he took a step toward the fortress gate.

"What about the plan?" Twilight asked, stopping Jet in his tracks.

He looked over his shoulder at her.

"Fuck the plan! He dies now!" Jet yelled as he rushed the gate.

"Get the blast shield closed now!" Star Swirl yelled from inside.

A large solid piece of steel covered the gate.

"You think this hunk of steel will protect you?!" Jet yelled as he charged at full speed, ramming his shoulder into the blast shield and tearing through it like paper.

As the dust settled, Jet could see the courtyard filled with an army of changeling soldiers. He popped his shoulder back into place and dropped his jacket, revealing a set of steel wings tipped with razor sharp feathers. He chuckled.

"Bring it on." He said calmly to the battalion of changelings in front of him.

Several of them charged at him with spears, but he simply ducked and sliced them in half with his wings. The rest of the battalion charged him with various weapons. He dodged and sliced his way through several of their ranks before stopping, covered in green blood.

"Do you not see?! You can't win this! Give up now and I may let you live!" Jet yelled to the army.

"We live only to serve our master!" One of the changelings yelled back.

Jet smirked and drew his twin blades, clicking together their hilts.

"Very well! Allow me to introduce my partners, Agni and Rudra!" Jet yelled in reply as he began to spin the combined blades, a vortex of air rushing towards him as the blue handled blade glowed.

Before long, a tornado formed around him, sucking in all the soldiers from the courtyard. Suddenly, flames erupted from his red hilted blade as it glowed in unison with it's twin. The flames lit the tornado like a candle as the blades lifted from Jet's hand and continued to spin. He flew up above the tornado and watched as the flames engulfed it. Once it was completely lit up, he dove down and sliced through it several times repeatedly. After a full minute, he dropped to the eye of the tornado and grabbed the blades, forcing them to stop spinning. The tornado subsided and a flurry of blood rained down, coating the courtyard and painting Jet green. Star Swirl stood at the top of a large staircase, clapping sarcastically.