The tale of 2 gods: Grathog and Dramgore

"How have the little equines been doing since you drove me away from my home?" Callus asked with distaste. Spitfire winced knowing the old legend of a serpent creature that lived in the skys was true.

"I am sorry about what my kind did to you Callus, they were quite....bashful at the time." Callus snorted "But if your asking about Ponyville, then they are doing great! The elements of harmony are actually living there." Callus grimaced at the mention of the elements of harmony, knowing full well what they could do to him and his friends. He would rather die than let his friends be sent to tartarus. All the while, Grathog and Dramgore were so confused right now.

"Care to explain?" Grathog asked bluntly. Spitfire opened her mouth to explain, but was beaten by Callus.

"Well my friends, the elements of harmony are a powerful peacekeeping weapon like no other. It has sent demons to tartarus and corrupted beings to be cleansed. Though I dont know what might happen to us if our intentions are good." He said a little worried. Everyone seemed to ponder on this fact until Dramgore broke the silence.

"It doesnt matter, what matters is you ladies getting to civilization." Dramgore said soothingly. What a ladies man. Grathog snidely remarked.

"Hes right lets get you girls to somewhere safe, away from the timberwolves." Grathog said with some concern while a million wuestions went through his mind. Where is civilization? Will they accept us? I doubt it.

"Well, we cant fly, so we cant go back to cloudsdale. But we could go to Ponyville...." She grimaces before going on. "But you guys would just be seen as another monster."

"Then we shall escort you to the edge of the forest where you can carry on unharmed." Dramgore said as he bowed. "Ladies first." Both mares blushed and went ahead. Grathog came up behind Dramgore to talk to him.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen~"

"Quiet you."

The journey itself was uneventful. The mares took no interest in talking and there was the occasional timberwolf that would fuck off, but other than that, nothing happened. Now they were coming to the edge of the forest and to where they were to part ways. Emphasis on "were". They were at the edge of the Everefree when they heard screaming coming from the smallish village, so naturally they investigated. When they parted the bushes, they saw an army of ogres congregated in the village center. They were holding six mares in there hands who were writhing and screaming at the ogres, but they were either too stupid or ignored them completely. Then the big one spoke to them.

"You bring Ocka shiny gems now! Or Ocka break pony!" 'Ocka' boomed at them, smashing his fists together in a threatening way.

"We already told you! The Elements are gone! We dont have them anymore!" The purple mare with a two-toned mane yelled.

"Then Ocka break pony!" Ocka said as the ogres started squeezing the mares. They screamed in pain and several watchers started crying. The heroes had had enough of this. Three titanic beings broke through the tree line and, with a mighty roar, conjured their weapons. Grathog was sporting dual whips with two tongues each, while Dramgore grabbed two lightning bolts.

Grathog charged head first into Ocka, his horns puncturing Ocka's chest, straight into the heart. Grathog kept on going until they slammed into a building. Ocka vomited blood onto his attacker until he went limp on Grathogs horns. Grathog pulled his lifeless corpse from his horns and faced the other ogres. He glanced behind him and saw Dramgore with Callus right behind him. Time to give them my warning. "I am Grathog the Great, God of shadow and flame. I command you to release these mares and leave!" As he said this, he unconciously procured a great fiery aura behind him to show his power and authority. I wonder what other powers I have as the god of shadow and flame. This seemed to shake them to the core and, out of shear despiration or bravery, they charged straight towards him and the other two. With thunderous roars, they charged too and collided in the middle of the square.

Dramgore had thrown one of his bolts point blank into an ogre which fried him as soon as it met his skin and started clashing with two ogres at the same time. Callus did a full body wrap around an ogre and with a simple tightening of his muscles, broke every bone in his body. Grathog stalked toward the six ogres holding the mares, eyes fixed on the injuries they have sustained. As he got closer, they backed away. When he got close enough, he raised the whips and swung down.

CRACK!!! A deafening crack like thunder was heard as two deep gashes appeared on one of the ogres' face. He fell to the floor, dead. The ogres and mares stared open mouthed at the dead ogre, too horrified to do anything. Grathog gave a grunt and continued forward. The ogres charged forward angrily. He snorted in amusement and struck with both whips. CRACK!!! CRACK!!! Two deafening cracks rang through the entire surrounding area and two deep gashes appeared on two ogres' chests. They fell to floor, lifeless. Grathog substituted his two whips for a two-handed warhammer, gave a roar, and charged at the remaining ogres.

Dramgore was dualing two ogres at once with his two lightning swords. He blocked one ogres steel sword, which shot backwards from the electricity, and brought his other sword down into its shoulder. It howled in pain and collapsed on the ground, dead from the electricity it sustained. He brought both his swords back up and into another ogre who was in mid-swing. Dramgore saw a dozen or so ogres charging him and discharged his swords. He took up a stance and focused in on his inner power, his inner core. When he had tapped into his power well, his arms were billowing with electricity. It took him some effort to bring his arms back, but then he brought them back together into a thunderous clap. The electricity shot out of his arms and shot towards the ogres and fried them all to death. Satisfied with his display of power, he turned around to help his little brother. Only, he didnt need help at all.

Callus was fighting four ogres. He opened his mouth, full of fangs the size of spears, and wailed in the face of one of the ogres. The ogre lit up like a light bulb and was radiating electricity. It was already dead after one second of this, but Callus continued to fry his insides for the pain they had caused the ponies. Even though his kind says otherwise, Callus was mainly a pacifist. This, however, was a special exception. Once he had stopped, no sooner had the body fallen than Callus gauged his teeth into another ogres skull while his tail impaled the other. The last ogre took one glance at the blood soaked leviathan and ran. Callus grinned and turned to watch the massacre that was taking place in the village center.

Grathog threw one ogre OVER a building and used his warhammer to swing at another. The warhammer connected with the ogres jaw and snapped his head to the side, dead. Two down four to go. When Grathog recovered, he was punched in the jaw by another ogre. Grathog gave a loud growl and backhanded the ogre into a building. He brought up the warhammer into both his hands and shoulder charged into the larger ogre. They clashed and struck weapons with each other for a couple of minutes. When the ogre threw another sloppy swing, Grathog grabbed its weapon, turned 360 degrees and slammed the warhammer into its leg, breaking it completely. It bellowed in pain and fell over. Grathog slammed his warhammer into the ogre several times until it was nothing but a bloody mess that coated the street in blood. He turned to the last three ogres who were charging him and raised his warhammer over his head, then brought it down onto the first in his path. Its neck caved in and its entire head sunk into his body. While brain matter and blood rained from the body, he simultaneously dispersed his warhammer and summoned a two handed claymore. He delivered a quick slash to the ogres leg, making it kneel, and then sliced it up the back from behind. As he turned around to the last ogre, he could see that the ogre was obsoletely pissing himself, as where the six mares. However, as Grathog approached the last ogre, it dropped its weapon and started to run, only to learn that Grathog was faster. He grabbed the ogre by the head and started a slowly increase his grip.

"YoU WeRe WaRnEd!!" He roared before clenched his hand grasping the ogres head. Its head exploded and its brain matter and blood coated the buildings, curb, and street. Its body fell to the ground due to Grathog not having anything else in his grip to hold. He suddenly remembers he had an audience and turned around to check on the mares, only to find that the yellow pegasus and white unicorn had fainted, the orange one and the blue pegasus were horrified, the pink one was in tears on the floor, and the purple pega-corn was just staring at a puddle of blood, completley hollow. Grathog was preying to the heavens and underworld that he did not just cause lasting mental damage to these poor mares, the elements of harmony no less! But as he was coming closer, there was a blinding yellow light and he was blasted off his feet and over towards his brother and Callus.

TO BE CONTINUED....