Of Twilights and new Dawns

Under the Foal’s Mountain, inside the lair of Don Coltione.

The unicorn stallion Don Coltione sat on his own throne and enjoyed his evening like he was a king. It may sound arrogant, but Don was the greatest criminal leader in area and beyond, his wealth enormous and his influence was only short the princesses, his hooves wherein all area’s a pony could think of and he was intelligent so he used the perfect balance between business and violence, so his many crimes couldn’t link to him directly. So, he lives his life and enjoys the pleasures.

Right now, three mares, dressed in fine silk imported from Saddle Arabia, served him. One feeds him grapes, another washes hoof and the last worked with her mouth in his crotch area… “Mmm.” The Don moaned with a filled mouth. He petted the mare busy with him on the head. “Good Pet.”

The mare hums in delight. It was a fake one, as she was afraid to fail in pleasing him. Failure means punishment and all three mares know what that means…

Don didn’t pay more attention to them, instead, he turns to his second, who was enjoying the same treatment as him. “See, if one does his job well, he gets a reward.”

His second, an earth pony stallion called Shady Deal, bows his head in respect.” Yes, my Don. I’m honored by your gift.”

Don waved with his hoof, making a fourth mare appear, which carried a tray with two wine glasses. The mares, who had washed the hooves abandon the task, instead, they grabbed the wine glasses and carefully hold them so that the Don and Shady could drink out of them. After drinking the last drop Don waved again, making the tray mare disappear and the other restart with washing. “My dear Shady, you have proven yourself again and again. Not only had you improve my businesses in Manehatten, but in a way so inconspicuous, the whole Guard is still ten steps away from me. You had done more in just one year, others did in ten.” He gives him a warm smile.” So why shouldn’t I reward you?”

Shady smiles again. “Again, my Don, I’m honored by your words.”

The Don then looks at the other ponies in front of him. His lieutenants and enforcer, as well as some grunts. “Dear friends. Do you enjoy this night?” he asked them.

The ponies hollowed their delight, a few were even drunk already.

Don smiled. “I know that the visitor we founded today worried a few, but he is still cold out and tight locked in an enchanted cell. He couldn’t harm us, so enjoy this night. Drink and eat and enjoy the mares. Tonight a party, tomorrow I want you double your efforts.”

Again the mob roared and the Don leans backward. “Life is good.” He thought.

Then suddenly the door opens and a pony rushed through, then closed the door with a thunderous thud, then he turns to the others and rushed into the middle of the room.

His face was full of panic, his clothes ripped and he was breathing heavy as he had run as Cerberus had been on his heels. “Don run the prisoner is on his way.” He forced out between his inhaling of air.

The whole mob stopped in their doing and looked at him, The Don from his throne. “Speak up… I can’t hear you.”

“THE PRISONER IS ON THE WAY…RUN.” Came as cry.

For a moment, everypony was silent, then they start to laugh. They laughed for a while, then the Don spoke up. “A lone pony break through the chains, the cell and is on the way to here…” He leans a bit forward, making the mares around him stepping back. “… and you say I, the Great Don, should run like a coward.” He turns to one of his lower lieutenants. “Kill him.”

On the other side of the room, Huck Bite, the pony, who had rushed in and tried to warn them, panicked again. “WHY, why did I take the job for the mob. All bits are for waste if I get killed here.” He thought.

Some ponies of the mob had pushed the mares servicing them away and grabbed some weapons, like batons and such, ready to beat him to death. Then a loud FUMP sounded through the hall, coming from the door.

All ponies stopped in their tracks and watch the door. It opened slowly, showing the guard that had been posted in front of it. Before a pony could say a thing to him, he dropped to the floor like a sack of flour and lay still, a thin trail of blood running down from his mane over his face to the ground.

Then with heavy steps, a pony walked over him and Huck began to back up to one side on the room, crawling while screaming like a scared fool. When his back reached, he curls into a fetal position and started to weep.

Don was disgusted by the sight, but before he could deal with that sick excuse of a pony he turned to the pony, who had walked in and over the guard at the door.

It was indeed the strange pony, they had founded nearly a day ago in the mountain. It was still donned the strange armor, covering all ranging from head to hooves, making it impossible to even make out the gender, colors, cutie mark, only the part of its tail, showing the scarlet colors, mixed with stripes of gray and black. The armor itself seemed to be black plate armor with mail underneath, a plate helm covering his whole head and pieces of a coat of arms sticking at his flanks.

Don was a bit confused about this get-up. The whole armor was a relic from older times when the old kingdoms still fought against each other. Heck, the royal guards in Canterlot wear armor, but there was lighter and gave more maneuverability. This armor instead looked like it weighs a ton. (Looks a bit like the Tical Armor of the Lawbringer Class of For Honor)

The weapon wasn’t anything common. It looked somepony had mashed a spear, an ax, and a hammer together. Sure, there finer detail, like the spike on the ax blade and the skull on the part connecting, still it looked crude and ineffective. (Looks a bit like the Chillion weapon of the Lawbringer Class of For Honor)
Unfazed the pony still walked forward until it was stood in the middle. Turning his helm, in order to look around, he viewed each and every one of the mobster. Then his head turned the last time and looked at Don. “Are you Don Coltione?” came from the pony.

“Huh, he’s a stallion.” Don just noted. “I’m the Don,” he bellowed, then leaning forward. “And for what you want to know that?”

The pony holds the poleaxe in one hoof. He hit the ground one time with the bottom end of it. “You and your mob are criminals, guilty for many crimes, stand down and offer no resistance. I will take you to the nearest hall, where you will stand a trial.”

The hall was silent, then all mobsters started to laugh in full bow, some even falling down to the ground, limbs flailing around, as they couldn’t hold their laughter.

Don also laughed his heart out and after a few minutes, he had his breath so much under control, that he could speak again. “Are you serious?” The armored stallion just nodded, sending every mobster in the room down another spiral of laughter. “You must be out of your mind, why should I step down and offer me to justice,” Don said after his mobster’s laughter had died down.

Unfazed by the amusement he had caused the stallion spoke up again. “Then I use force, to beat you all in submission.”

Now every pony was quiet again. “Oh… you want to use force… And you really think you can beat me of all in submission.” Don leaned forward; all traces of joking vanished.

“If it's necessary, to undo the injustice going on… always.” Came an answer.

The Don leans back and looked at Shady. “Send them in.”

His second-in-command Shady flinched as if he had been frozen in shock and Don’s voice pulled him out of it. Another small shake and he gave out the order. “Killy-Brothers… get him.” He ordered; his voice slightly trembles with hints of fear.

In the mass of the gangster, four stallions pushed themselves through until they stood in front of them. Four stallions, tall, packet with muscles. All wield mean look weapons, like hammer, maces and even a cleaver.

They walked towards until they were just out of reach. The first of the stallions spoke. “Already afraid?” He pointed his own weapons, the cleaver at the armored stallion. “Do you know you I and my brothers are?”

The tip of the strange weapon moved and pointed towards the brother, who had spoken. “Abrahorse Kilkenny…” The tip wandered in line to the next brothers. “Bestouat Kilkenny… Creaster Kilkenny… Dialos Kilkenny.” The eyes of the stranger seemed to burn for a moment, then that moment passed. “Thieves, Slaver, Rapists, Murder… All of you have committed numerous crimes… Surrender and your execution will be quick and painless.”

For a moment the brothers were silent, then they start to laugh. The youngest and impatiently brother, Dialos, walked a few steps closer and swung his mace…

It never did any damage. Faster than any pony could react the armored moved. He brought his weapon up and parried the mace, in an uppercut slash. The force behind the slash, send the mace flying and forced Dialos on his hind legs. Before he could recover the stranger had positioned the axeblade behind Dialos left hindlegs and pulled, robbing him of his stand and so Dialos landed on his back, knocking the air of his lung. And before he could breathe in, the spear tip of the weapon penetrated his barrel, the hardened steel cutting through him, ripping heart, lung and blood vessels. When the tip had passed all layers of flesh and hit the stone ground the momentum was stopped and then reversed.

The stranger pulled his weapon free and held in a ready position near him. Dialos tried to take a breath, but the wound was too grave, his heart was ripped and the lungs pierced. Instead of air, blood filled the lungs, then poured out of the entrance canal, made by the weapon. He struggled for a moment, then with a gurgle he ceased and lay still. “Dialos, your judgment was rendered and executed.” He said in a casual voice, not affected by the fact, that he had just killed a pony.

The other ponies in the room were a mixed back, the mobster stared in fear and open mouths. Dialos may not be the most dangerous of the Kilkenny Brothers, but still, he had been leagues over every different pony… and the stranger killed him so easily.

The remaining brothers were shocked too, but only for a short moment. Bestouat was the first to move. “You killed D… I will rape your corpse.” He spat in rage, rushing forward and swung his hammer.

The stranger parried it again, but Besouat was more adept in fighting, so the parade didn’t throw him off. He used the force and swung again, this time managing to hit the stranger. Only for his hammer to slide off the armor. Carried forward by his own momentum he got too close to his opponent. The stranger used it. A quick hook with his armored hoof pushed Besouat back, then with a wet thump the ax blade buried deep in his shoulder, cutting through flesh, muscles, and veins.

Blood gushed out of his wound, Besouat dropped his weapon. The shook cause by the sudden and significant wound rendered all of his strength, his mouth open in a mute scream. Before he could do a single thing, the blade was ripped out of his body, opened the wound further rending his chances of survival to the equal of a snowflake in Tartarus. The stranger turned his weapon and hit him with the blunt end of the shaft, knocking him up. Another turn of the weapon and the stranger hit Besouat with a wide swing, the hammer part of his weapon hit on the unwounded side of his body, namely his head. The force behind the swing was so great, the criminal was lifted airborne and flown several feet before he hit the ground, where he laid still. The blood still poured out of his shoulder wound, but the killing blow had been the hit with the hammer, skull, and spine broken and ripped, leaving the second oldest of the Kilkenny brothers dead on the floor with a mangled body.

“Besouat, your judgment was rendered and executed.” Again, the armored pony spoke in the same manner, sending more fear into the mobsters. He turned to them. “Cease all resistance and you will live to your trail.”

The remaining Kilkenny brothers, Abrahorse and Creaster just looked at the bodies of their brothers, then at each other. Dead silent they looked into each other’s eyes, until both nodded once, seemingly come to an understanding. They turned to the stranger. “Are you willing to surrender peacefully?” he asked the brothers. Instead of an answer they scream blood and murder and rushed towards him.

Their bloodlust and rage made them more dangerous than the brothers before and as both attacked together it was now a real fight.

In a whirlwind of slashes and swings both fight with the stranger, who parried and evaded their attacks, a few even managed to hit him and even draw blood. The mobster started to wake up from their shock and a few even started to cheer for the brothers.

The Don started to smile too, as the situation seems to turn into his favor. “Well, it seems that this is the end.” He said while starting to turn to his second-in-command.

Then a crack sounded and every pony looked at the source, the battle between Abrahorse and Creaster with the stranger.

The stranger parried a double attack of the brothers, and while doing it shattered their weapons. Now with their defense open, he moved in for the kills. He rushed forward and buried the spear tip in Craster's chest… and moved forward. The mobster earth pony was lifted off the ground, as the weapon’s end was rammed into the ground. So Creaster was impaled on it, his hooves flying in the air, trying to grab hold, but nothing was in reach.

The stranger didn’t waste a mere second. As he had rammed his weapon into the ground, in doing so impaling Creaster, he proceeds his attack on Abrahorse. His armored hooves bashed into Abrahorse’s face, then the stranger stood up on his hind hooves and the armor on his front hooves split in individual small extensions. Using both he grabbed Abrahorse’s neck and lifted him off the ground, like his brother and contrary to said brother the stranger didn’t leave it there. He starts to choke him in his hold. The sheer force on his neck and his breathing tube, makes Abrahorse flay around, bashing on him, in an attempt the break the hold.

But his meager efforts did nothing. With a loud and resounding snap, his neck broke, and the body goes limp. The stranger opens his hold, letting the body fall on the ground. He then turns to weapons and kicked the end. This disrupts the balance and the body on top of it falls down, hitting the ground with a loud thump.

The stranger swings his weapon in a wide swing, the blood on it flying off and hit the mobster standing to close.

“Impossible…” Don stammered. “Who … What are you?” he asked, his voice stricken by panic.

“My name is my duty. I’m Lawbringer. Where an order has fallen, where cruelty and lawlessness tainted the lands, Lawbringer is justice. I come when needed and I come always prepared. My armor is without an equal, it’s construction a secret. My weapon is the poleaxe, versatile and deadly. Pray that I never come, and should I ever come, pray that you have done no wrong.” The stranger, Lawbringer, said.

He turns to the mobster. “Again, I repeat. Surrender and you will live to your trail. Fight… and you join the four at the ground.” He shouted.

For a moment every pony was silent, then Law hit the ground with his poleaxe. It broke the silence in the room, forced a panic reaction from the Don. In a rare instance, the fight reflex broke out of the Don, making him send a magic blast towards Law.

The blast, a magnate colored beam, hit Law on his chest plate, seemingly catching him off guard. He vanished behind a cloud of smoke.

With him currently out of view, Don regains his composure. “Ha, as if you could stand a blast of true magic.” His voice hollered, in an effort to hide his fear. “Maybe that should have done it.” He thought to himself.

And for a moment he really thought that he had won, but that moment was cut short when the cloud of smoke was blown away with a swing of Law’s weapon. Standing without a scratch, wrapped in his black armor, and after witnessing him slaughtering the Kilkenny-Brothers, he seemed like a titan of old times… the room began to smell of fear and piss and a moment later the silence was broken by tons of weapons hastily thrown on the ground.