Chapter 3

Bodies of civilians and outworld military were scattered around the streets of the city, Mileena tarkatan’s forces have breached the city walls and have begun their assault of the city, killing members of of Kotal’s military and civilians. Razor was cutting his way through the tarkatan horde, intending to find Mileena and make her pay for the civillian casualties, but she was no where to be found among the carnage,

A tarkatan appeared behind Razar in a attempt to kill him, Razar was barely able to react as the tarkatan lunged at him. Blood suddenly sprayed from the tarkatan head as it fell over dead. Razar turned and saw it was Erron Black, “Don’t get distracted lizard boy, that’s a good way to end up dead” said Erron as he continued to open fire on the tarkatan horde.

Razar continued to defend the city as more hordes ambushed them. Razar heard the terrified screams of the civilians as they were being slaughtered, Razar leaped into action and began to lay waste to these revolting savages trying to safe as many innocent people as he could, he heard a scream above him and on one of the buildings there was a little girl with black ponytail and blue eyes, she was surrounded by tarkatans climbing to get her.

Razar leaped towards the building, killing any savage in his way. He picked up the child and held her dearly as he ran to find a safe place to put hide her. “Look out” said the girl, Razar looked up and saw a giant ball of fire coming straight towards them, Razar jumped out of the way just in time to avoid getting crushed. The enemy forces were catapulting large fire rocks into the city. The young girl was crying on Razar’s shoulder.

“What is your name? he asked her, “Ling my name is Ling” said the now named Ling.

“Don’t worry Ling I’ll find a safe place for you” said Razar as he continued to run, just then Razar felt a stabbing pain in his leg, he fell down and dropped Ling, he looked at his leg and saw an arrow. Razar took it out, as if it was a nuisance. Just then a group of tarkatan and red dragon clan members ambushed him.

“LING RUN” shouted Razar he fought off the ambush, Ling tried to run, but her path was blocked by the savage Tarkatan horde, “You look tasty little one” said the tarkatan soldier blocking Ling’s path.

“LING” shouted Razar, unfortunately he took his eyes of his opponent and was stabbed in the abdomen, Razar fell to the ground in pain bleeding badly, the tarkatan’s laughed at Razar’s pain. The tarkatan holding Ling by the neck who Razar assumed to be the leader, spoke.

“Does this little girl mean anything to you Saurian?” asked the leader with humor in his voice

“Please help me” said Ling crying.

“Let her go you bastard” said Razar despite the pain he was in, he tried to put up a brave front.

“Oh, so she does then,” said the Tarkatan grinning, “Then you can watch her die” he said as he raised his blade and impaled Ling in the stomach.

“LING” screamed Razar in pure despair, the other tarkatans just laughed at the cruelty of their leader. In that moment Razar pain and sadness disappeared and was replaced by nothing but pure malice rage, his pupils shrank.

With new found adrenaline he got and bit the nearest tarkatan in the neck and tore his jugular veins, the others who were once was laughing now had a look of horror on their faces as Razar started to viciously kill their fellow tarkatan.

One attempted to impale Razar with his blades, but Razar grabbed both off his arms and tore them right off. The tarkatan screamed in agony, but was later silenced when Razar decapitated him, Razar began his carnage on the tarkatans, cutting through them with the severed tarkatan arms.

The tarkatans attempted to kill Razar in any way they could think of, firing arrows at him, stabbing him, but it was futile, Razar was running on pure rage and adrenaline, he couldn’t feel any pain.

He sliced two of his enemies in half, he saw more approaching to his left, he throw one of the severed tarkatan arms like a lance struck two enemies in the head killing two birds with one stone. The next one he jammed the blade straight down the throat of an unlucky tarkatan.

Soon Razar was surrounded by red dragon mercenaries. They believed they could overwhelm the young Saurian with their numbers, but Razar didn’t back down, he tore through the mercenaries like wet paper, covering the ground in their blood and guts.

One mercenary stabbed Razar with his blade, but Razar barely felt the pain, he removed it and jammed it into his attacker’s head. Razar sensed danger above him and saw another mercenary coming down with his sword drawn, he dodged and rammed his claws into his chest and ripped the mercenary’s heart out.

By the time his adrenaline wore the ambush party layed dead at his feet. Razar was covered in head to toe with blood, of his and his enemies. he slowly walked towards Ling’s body, he knelt down, and looked at her.

The poor child was dead, her eyes were open, but they lacked life, blood stained her clothes, she had blood on her mouth, Razar closed her eyes and picked her up bridal style. Razar noticed that enemy forces were retreating, his allies were successful in defending the city.

Realizing that he was alone now, he broke down crying, holding the lifeless little Ling in his arms, hugging her closely, he failed to save her, and many other civilians. Kotal’s forces were rebuilding city after the attack and were burying the dead. Razar personally buried Ling himself, wrapping her up putting her in a casket. After burying her Razar prayed to the Elder Gods to watch over Ling in the afterlife.

Razar later woke up in Zecora’s hut. He remembered the ghouls that attacked him and left wounded with broken ribs, he also remembers the medicine that Zecora gave him to fix him up. He realized that his body wasn’t in any pain, meaning that the elixir worked, then Zecora walked into the room.

“Razar my friend am glad to see that you are awake” said Zecora with a look of relive on her face.

“How long was I out Zecora?” asked Razor.

“You have been unconscious for about three hours” said Zecora.

“Well thanks for helping me out again Zecora, I appreciate it” said Razar, as he headed out the door. “Please be more careful Razor, my elixir’s aren’t easy to make” said Zecora.

“I’ll watch myself more carefully from now on, promise” said Razar as he walked out the hut. On his way back to his home, Razar couldn’t stop thinking about Ling, the death of that little girl really hit him hard. After the battle Razar had developed PTSD, but he never let him hold him back, but sleep was hard to come by when Ling’s face would appear in his dreams reminding him how he failed.

Canterlot

Little did Razor know, somepony had been keeping tabs on his dreams for quite a while. Princess Luna, the princess of the night had seen Razor’s nightmares ever since he first arrived in the realm of equestria.

Luna was shocked to see a nightmare of this caliber on someone so young, who was this young man and why did the world in his dream look so familiar, there was so many questions that she wanted answers to, answers that wasn’t going to find by simply going through his dreams, she needed to speak to him face to face.

Author's Note

Sorry for the short chapter guys, I know some of you were waiting for the third chapter, but I decided to write a chapter showing Razor's time during the Outworld civil war and how it affected him. Next chapter Razor will meet with the mane six, but don't expect him to be on friendly terms with them, and in case some of you are wondering this story takes place during season 6