Clash of the Legends

A loud whump against his head awoke Shining Armor from his daze on the balcony. Grunting from the impact was nearly impossible; whatever had hit him had knocked the air from his lungs in a sudden pressure. He decided to try and force his way out of the crushing position he was in, and to find out what could possibly have hit him after his respawn. Levering a hoof under the object, he grunted and growled as his awesome muscles forced the object off of his face. With such a lack of light, he decided a simple light spell would be enough. So once he got up he lit up his horn, barely using any effort as light filled the balcony and illuminated his 'attacker'. To his surprise, it was Princess Cadence, asleep. He quickly reached back for his crossbow,  but found nothing. After moments of frantic searching, Shining stopped and sighed. He had only just remembered that the weapons he was originally carrying were still next to his old body. And, most likely, were now being carried around by that nutjob that he died next to.

Sighing, he trudged through the double doors into the house. Anything blunt would do, so he simply trotted down the oak stairs before grabbing a lamp, throwing the lampshade over his shoulder with a sudden violence. Just as his hooves hit marble, the mare in front of him began to stir and moan quietly in her sleep. Shining Armor took this as a sign that she was waking up, and rapidly held her in place with magical blue auras covering her forehooves and lower body. He smiled wickedly. Now then, he thought to himself, What to do with you?

With that question in mind, and an unconcious ex-marefriend at his mercy, he began to peer around for somewhere to put her.

"Bakery basement?" he asked himself, "Nah. A roof? Mmm...no." he continued his list, before the last horse crossed the finishing line. His eyes went wide in realization at the obvious place he should take her. "Canterlot dungeons." His waypoint set, he immediately teleported himself, and Cadence, over there in the blink of an eye.

"Up." a female voice ordered, "Now." Scorch's head was pounding. What had happened between him and Luna was merely a dream, and that relieved Scorch-Mane. He was barely able to move, let alone get up. "No? Fine." Luna huffed. She lit her horn, levitating the still dazed Lieutenant, before pulling him out of the back seat. The jeep squeaked as the suspension returned fully to normal, two armored 1500 year old ponies were majorly over its load-bearing-capacity. Luna's eyes were closed in a royal fashion as she trotted out of the carriage pool with a semi-concious stallion hovering after her. Earlier, she had stopped to inspect the wounds she had inflicted upon him, and much to her worry she had put a hairline crack down 5 of his ribs. No worry. He would be in the dungeons.

"Well," she said loudly to him. "You've got five cracked ribs. Not that I care, no. You'll be too busy being in the dungeons for me to be able to bother you." Her attempts at emotionally damaging him were met by pained whines. "Listen Lieutenant, I'm sorry for running you over. Truly I am. If this wasn't war I would personally see to it that you were promoted. But it is war. And you are a prisoner."

"Mmhmm..." was all that came in response.

There was no more arguing needed. They had reached the dungeons, dark and dimly lit by about six torches. Barred gates stretched the walls, and navy blue brick crafted the walls. Luna smiled despite this. She would constantly go down here to interrogate spies when the war was on with Griffonia. These memories filled her mind, and she allowed herself a moment to remember the screams of the torture that would occur in some cells.

"Here we are." she mockingly declared. "Your room." Luna sarcastically gestured to the door of the cell he would be in.

"Yeah..." Scorch grunted. Luna looked upset for a moment, before she finally decided that her final liberty for him would be to mend the damage and give him rest. These thoughts in mind, she gently opened the door, before carefully positioning the injured stallion onto the bed. He simply stopped grunting and instead decided to start quietly gasping. Luna's motherly instincts kicked in; a restoration spell should be able to heal the ribs, and a sleep spell should keep him from trying to escape. For a few hours, at least.

"Hold still," Luna whispered to Scorch, desperate to stop his pain. "I'm just going to heal you, that's all."

"Thanks." Scorch said in reply. He did as she ordered, using all the strength he had in him to ignore the pain while the Princess put her horn to his chest as carefully as she possibly could. Her horn began to emanate a blue mist that slowly came off the 15 inch spike and began to swirl around the wounded area like a sandstorm. After around three seconds, the swirling stopped, before it all poured into his body in a sudden burst of speed. Scorch-Mane finally could breathe with no pain at all.

"Thanks, ma'am." he finally sighed. "What now? You off to go wait for your sister?"

"Yes," Luna replied, but her horn began to glow again. "I'm just going to put you to sleep for a few hours. Can't have any escape attempts, can we?" she smirked down at him. He looked confused for a moment, before finally letting his head hit the pillow. "I suppose...you don't want that?" Luna whispered. To Scorch, she felt a bit like a guardian angel.

"Nah," Scorch replied, "Go ahead. Just wake me if any of my team-mates arrive. Promise?"

"I promise."

"Like you promised not to break my ribs?"

Luna looked very confused. "But...I never..."

"Exactly. G'night. Or day. Or whatever." And with that, Luna released the spell she was charging. A blue pulse flashed over the lieutenant, whose eyes slammed shut and he was suddenly, and soundly, asleep on the prison bed. Just as Luna turned to leave, however, she noticed another blue pulse flash in her vision. To her surprise and shock, the spell had reflected off of a few pieces of armor plating, affecting her balance, alertness, and most obviously, her awakeness.

"Oh, n-no..." she stuttered quietly, as she yawned, staggering around with her failing balance before deciding to sleep somewhere where she could keep an eye on her prisoner. Eyes half open and her mouth in a tired smile, she levitated the key into the lock, turning it, and finally lay down into bed.

Right next to Scorch-Mane.

Aerlion awoke for a brief moment. He'd just had a creepy dream, that Celestia was nuzzling him to sleep. After shaking his head slowly, he looked just to his right. A white feathery wing was engulfing his torso, wings, neck and head, occasionally rubbing down his neck very slowly. He panicked, if only for a second, before relaxing when he realized Celestia was right next to him. He decided to return the favor. He brought his neck out of the embrace, leaned forward, before gently nuzzling against her neck. The heat coming from her body was rapidly pushing him back to sleep. From what he could see, the weather system was broken. There was snow billowing outside, despite it being summer, and it was rapidly sealing the barn doors. He ignored this, before finally Celestia's neck moved atop his, immobilizing him and the resistance broke once more. A few moments later he fell asleep, smiling as Celestia quietly breathed warm air into his fur.