I sat in the front rows of the fighter pit, shouts and roars came from the crowd as Scootaloo the newest fighter yet who turned 14 yesterday was fighting a small and frail changeling. She swung her head to the side the piece of rebar hitting the changelings face the changeling swung back sending her off her hooves, "STOP!" boomed a voice over the cheering, Rainbow Dash swooped and landed in the pit. "You pathetic twat!" Rainbow dash reared bucking scootaloo on her side. "That changeling is just a child! and you can't even beat it?" She reared again, but I had something other to say, I jumped from the stands and used all my weight to slam into her side sending her stumbling and face planting in the dust. "Thats enough..." I said my horn glowed softly instead of a glow it had a pixel effect. "You alright?" I said as I kneeled and nuzzled scoots cheek as I used a small bit of healing magic to her ribs. The crowd gave a loud 'Boo!' I snarled at them for a moment before returning and helping scootaloo to her hooves, Rainbow got up heaving from the slam. "Don't make me pummel you to y-you...horned bastard" She charged me but I already had scootaloo's rebar up before she kicked me I heard something inside her hoof crack as she fell cursing and biting her lip. "It's over Rainbow.....let it go" I stated throwing the rebar aside as I walked out of the ring and scootaloo raced to get beside me. "Thanks 8-bit, I owe you one" She said as I ruffled her hair with magic "This one's on the house kid, hey go fetch pinkie for me...I need a hoof for a special project" I gave her a wink, she did a over exaggerated puke motion. I chuckled as I walked to my small shack, on the roof buzzed a homemade turret, that took over a month to build let alone find the parts. Minutes later pinkie came in with her black spec ops like gear "So, you ready for this?" She smirked "Ready since the day I saw ye, " I gave her a wink, then she laid out the small black gun on the table, she walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek before bumping rumps. "Anyway, down to business. The next changeling fly by is at 4:00pm we have applejack up there with the .50cal turret" She said I picked up the gun slipping on a identical uniform to pinkies. I slammed in the mag into the gun.
