Sweetie Belle opened her eyes, her HUD glitching into life.

Time asleep: Nine. Nine. Nine. Nine. Nine. Bzzrt. Error.

Well, considering the circumstances, she really didn’t expect any better. She tried looking down, but found her joints looked by an angry, crackling electric field. Right. Well, she still kept some of her organic bits around for this purpose. She didn’t have to use her horn for so long that they forgot about it, it seemed.

With an effort, she pulled her limbs out of the field and rolled her body over the slab. Should’ve used physical restraints, too. Would’ve taken another few minutes for her to disassemble her body and lob the pieces out.

Looking at the ground, she saw a dropped crowbar. Eh, good enough. She gripped it in her magic, placed the long end against the edge of the table, and gave it one, long pull.

She raised the smoking tip, inspecting the honed edge. That’ll do. She stepped down the hallway, casually stabbing it into the corner behind the door. When she drew it back, it was dripping with red.

Sweetie paused momentarily, her crowbar traveling in lazy orbits around her, before nodding hesitantly.

A door hissed open, and glowing arrows lit up the walls.

Beside her was the Warmachine. She keeps no hatred in her heart, for it had been grinded out of her long ago. She hunts dispassionately, with the minimum of effort, wading through death as casually as taking a stroll.

Apple Bloom opened her eyes.

It didn’t do much, since It was covered by a heavy blindfold. She could also feel the weight of heavy chains tying her down.

‘This is annoying.’

Her limbs were near totally immobilized, but her mane and tail was still free underneath a tattered bowtie. The strands fanned out, digging into miniscule cracks and crevices in the stone table. Her senses spread, feeling, prodding, listening. Then-

Shatterpoint!

The sarcophagus shattered underneath her strength, allowing her to easily wriggle out of the chains.

‘Hmm. Chains.

‘Haven’t done rope tricks in a long time. Thanks, sister.’

It was simple to snap out a length of chain. Her tail hairs wrapped around the end securely, lifted, and began to lazily orbit it above her head.

Then there was the Crusader. She fights, kept aloft by the fury and loss she keeps burning endlessly in her heart. She remembers for them, anchors them, and empowers them.

Nod. Tail flick. Another demon flayed, shredded, eliminated.

A low growl sounded out from her throat, an old wound reopened as she saw her enemies being let loose once more after so many lifetimes of effort. Why won’t they learn? Why must they continue to dance with death?

He thoughts spiraled as she headed towards an intersection, and she heard the clank of whirring motors and the slither of heavy muscles.

She ran forwards, and leapt with arms open, grabbing them into a hug as soon as physically capable.

Nod.

‘Of course.’

The three walk forwards. Scootaloo returned to her birth form, walking side by side with Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle. On cue, the elevator opened up, displaying a startled Imp squatting on top of the corpse of a soldier before it was brained by a heavy chain.

They kicked the corpse out of the elevator, and once all limbs were away from the door, Gladas started it moving downwards.

Alone, they were a terror to behold. But together, the Doom Horse becomes unstoppable. They must never to be awakened, for it will be our Doom.

As the elevator clicked down, Apple Bloom gave her friends both a glance, and nodded.

On cue, Sweetie’s chest split open, her neck folding backwards. A black wristband ejected from a pocket hidden on her side, right onto Scootaloo’s outstretched wing, who quickly fastened it back onto her wrist.

Apple Bloom stepped in front of Sweetie, and the cyborg carefully opened the armor that made up her chest and fit in snugly around the Apple filly’s chest as she walked forwards. Once locked in place, her limbs split open and enveloped Apple Bloom’s own limbs. Within minutes, she was clad in a suit of bright white armor, Sweetie’s own mane changing color to have a band of red along with her natural mulberry and rose.

Scootaloo switched on her wristband, and pushed it down, turning into a vaguely pony-shaped amoeba with crackles of electricity darting in between her organelles through her translucent membrane. Ports opened up along Sweetie Belle’s back, and Scootaloo willingly let herself be sucked into her depths. There was a gentle thud as internal shock absorbers bulked up, and hydraulics pressurized.

As one, the Crusader reared up, picking up a shotgun from the dead soldier’s grip.

Apple Bloom momentarily closed her eyes, her pulse thudding in her ears.

Ready girls?

Right behind you. And around you. And below you.

Ha. Crusaders forever. Let’s go.

Click-Clack

Bang Bang

We’re breaking down the Gates of Hell again.

Author's Note

Link to Extra Blog Post with Bonus Chapter that's really just kinda stupid.

Yay. I have crossovered more things. Onwards my quest of crossovering random shit so I can go "There's a Pony of That!"