Clash of the Legends

Scorch was wincing as he saw just what Shining was going to probably do to him. Blood covered the forest floor, glinting in the high sun, it caked the trees, drenched fur, and, more disturbingly, moved about. Using the moment as a distraction, he darted backwards when all eyes were averted from him and he quickly rummaged through the contents of the chest in the bush. Inside, removing a huge chunk from his rapidly decreasing sanity, he found: a small taser, a nightstick, some matches, and a gas-mask. The only thing in there worth enjoying was a small pipe and tobacco pouch that was nestled under the Gas-Mask. Deciding now would be the best time to sneak away, he closed his blue eyes and concentrated a teleportation spell for him and Shining. Just before he was due to leave, he heard the thing he was dreading: a crossbow bolt impacting a shiny set of armor.

Still preparing the spell, Scorch was feeling the stress of such concentration his limited and tiny mind could provide. Just before he was about to pass out, he released and was gone in a flash, leaving behind mere black marks on the floor where he was stood but seconds ago. The clones were confused for a while at what just happened. A rescue attempt that failed because the rescue-ee got himself out? One clone lowered his club, before shouting into the crowd, "Ok. Let's go kill somepony else." A murmur arose as the 230 strong crowd stopped tapping the dead bodies and wandered off. The few things left behind were either useless objects, broken clubs, dead bodies, and Shining Armor. Suddenly, a way off sound came from the distance, a loud yell was heard, all the way from Canterlot to Appaloosa.

Aerlion awoke with a sudden jolt. His head throbbed, his brown fur and white mane were ruffled to tartarus, and his legs were cramped. He'd had a few days in, finding ways to further increase his combat readiness, and spent the last day sleeping. He groaned audibly, rolled onto his hooves and had a leg-gasm. After he had finished getting high on bicep contractions, he grabbed one of the water bottles from the fridge he'd created from a disused fan and ice-pack and drank deeply as he savoured his last bottle. Two days before, he had been gathering his useful gear into a rucksack. This included the Crossbow, a few empty water canteens he would fill on his way past the Oasis, a shield made of some old corrugated iron, and some food. After ensuring it was all where he'd placed it, he grabbed his large sack (Errr...no, that's not what she said...) and began his slow journey across miles of harsh terrain towards Appaloosa.

At least 7 hours later, after some Bear Grylls styled piss-drinking, he finally reached the small town. Being the friendly Pegasus that he was, he happily trotted in and expected to make allies with the civillians. After spending 2 hours hunting down anypony without any success, he shrugged, admitted defeat, and headed for a nearby barn for shelter. Aerlion opened the door a crack. He could see nothing except a few waning beams of light coming from other cracks in the wood.

Perfect spot for an ambush, he considered, placing his rucksack down under a tree and retrieving his crossbow. I'm guessing the princesses will be in here waiting to have my flanks, so why not leave with a bang?

Steeling himself, he counted to five before bursting inside with his crossbow raised. He rapidly span around with his weapon held with one hoof to his shoulder, prepared for Luna to knock him over and do whatever she did to Scorch unto him, yet nopony slammed him to the ground in a flurry of pink, navy blue, or white fur. After waiting a few seconds for something to happen, he lowered his crossbow and left for a few seconds before returning with his backpack slung on his back.

"Base camp." he smiled to himself, hanging his helmet onto a nail above the box he positioned his crossbow onto, and threw his bag towards a pile of hay.

"Unnn..." came a female voice. His ears pricked up, and he frantically began looking around to find where it came from. His eyes finally landed on a white thing with his bag on top of it. Gently, he slinked over with his hooves raised in case it was Celestia.

It was.