Clash of the Legends

The match room was huge.

Grey steel flecked with Ebony made a huge dome structure, before finally going out of sight. Buildings and fortresses dotted the land, as a magic system simulated a constant flow of night, day, weather, and temperature. The size, impossibly dimensioned as it were, was yet another trick. The most powerful unicorns had combined magic and created a TARDIS style room, bigger inside than out. As far as a normal passerby was concerned, it was merely another few sets of doors in the barracks. I say 'sets', as it would be a very short match if both teams entered the same way. The doors both were in seperate rooms and linked to different points of the land.

The teams met up in one room, awkwardly sat waiting for the 'Architect' to arrive. All six stared at each other for a few minutes before Scorch-Mane broke the silence.

"I call shotgun." he suddenly said happily.

The other five waited for him to explain his outburst.

"Oh, you don't know?" He sighed in a mocking way. "They're putting a few game changers in, vehicles, armor, anti paralysants, weapons, ammo, that stuff. So I shotgun the tank if it's occupied."

"Ah, Lieutenant, you won't be concious to be able to even get in for all ten rounds." Celestia grinned.

"TEN?!?!" Cadence spat her wine out in a very unladylike manner. "I thought it was one!"

"LOL RAGEQUIT" Aerlion shouted as his pupils shrank.

"LOL" Shining Armor answered as his pupils shrank.

"LOL"

"LOL"

"LOL"

The two continued for five minutes. Scorch and the Princesses shared some friendly competetive banter, before Scorch finally gathered the courage to ask the dreaded question:

"What do you mean by you doing whatever you want to us when we lose?" He nervously asked.

"Oh, Scorch-Mane." Luna slyly smiled. "You know it's win-win for you both ways..."

Scorch's non-working wings suddenly poomphed up fast enough to shear through the wall, and his cheeks flushed hot enough to put the sun out of buisness. He emitted the nervous giggle he does when embarassed, and hid behind his mane whilst looking worriedly at Luna. Celestia leaned over to Aerlion, still LOLling, and whispered in his ear.

"You should hope you lose tomorrow. I have your 'punishment' set up, if you know what I mean."

So, to give a quick overview of the room:

Scorch-Mane: Eyes wide, hiding behind mane, wing-boner.

Shining Armor and Aerlion Drift: Both being 60's Spiderman and not giving a fuck.

Cadence: Pouring herself another bottle of wine, watching Celestia winding up Aerlion, who of course doesn't give a fuck.

Luna: Staring at Scorch-Mane, encouraging his actions.

Celestia: Purring saucy language into Aerlion's ear. He does not give a fuck.

"Sorry!" a stallion suddenly shouted as he barged in. "I got caught up with placing your game-changers, I'm late, sorry."

"LO-Oh, Scorch was right." Aerlion stopped.

"Ahem. Firstly, you will, as you can see on this projection behind me," the brown furred stallion gestured behind him, adjusting his glasses on his snout. "Effectively, you will be in a small country. Both teams will be seperated, before being pushed through the doors into the designated zone for your team. However, you will all be apart, by several miles at least"

Shining Armor raised a hoof.

"Will we be armed?" his soldierly instincts controlled his mouth.

"No," replied the Architect, "You will be forced into hoof to hoof combat, until your whole team meets. Then, we will lead you to your base camps."

"And if we die?" Scorch asked.

"You will lose a life, but will be immediately teleported back to base camp."

"So like a game?"

"Yes. Sort of."

"When we lose all our lives, do we stay there?"

"No to that. We'll teleport you to the observatory, where you can finally rest. Anything else?"

"Yes," Celestia asked. "Why not put in animals?"

"Do you eat meat?"

"Well...no..."

"There you go then, ma'am."

"Um," Cadence asked, "What'll happen if we're not seen 'dying'?"

"Ah," The Architect replied, pushing his glasses again. "Your soul will be linked in to the teleporter system, but your original body will become nothing but a husk. Clever, eh?" He raised his chin.

"What if they come back to life?" Scorch cocked his head in a condescending manner. "Do we kill them? I've never killed before. I want my original body dead." He hoofed himself in the ribs.

"That's...not for me to say. You probably may have to if it does happen."

"Fun times." Scorch muttered.

"AGREED." Everypony simultaneously spoke.

"Now, if you'll turn your attention to this point right here..." The Architect continued.

The final dinner was organised as a final conversation between teams before they began tasering each other to the ground. Each Guard sat with their respective Princess, and Vice Versa. Shining Armor was sat with Cadence at the window table,

Aerlion Drift was awkwardly sat in the dead centre of the room with Celestia, while Scorch and Luna sat on the balcony.

"Nicely done." Scorch-Mane gestured to the moon.

"Thank you." Princess Luna replied. "It comes with hundreds of years of practice."

"Nice shooting on the range, too."

"Err, thank you."

"Nice dress."

"..."

"What?"

Luna's eyes glinted for a split second before she looked down at her dress. Blue, shimmering fabric reflected the light of the moon as tiny white flecks danced about in the seams. Her mane was neatly clipped to the dress with a diamond clip. She considered the comment for a moment, before finally deducing what he was doing.

"Yes...and stop trying to seduce me."

"I'm...not..." Scorch blushed furiously behind his fur.

"You blatantly are. Ever since the throne room incident you've been different."

"No, I'm fine really."

"Tell the truth."

"I, er, am."

"This is about the whole seduction thing, and my hoof rubbing your neck, is it not?"

"No, it isn't abou-what are you doing?" Scorch asked as Luna got up and walked around to him.

"We shall see who's right." She soothed as she began to make circular motions on Scorch's shoulders with her hooves.

"What are you-ohhh..." Scorch immediately stopped being tense.

"I was right. Let us hope you win tomorrow." She purred in his ear.

"Yes Ma'am..." Scorch said in an almost trancelike manner.

"So, Shiny." Cadence asked. "Anyone I should know about?"

"No. Ever since...us, no." He replied quietly.

"Well, it was fun back then. Remember the time Twilight went to sleep early, and we-"

"I FRIGGIN' CALLED IT!" Scorch cheered suddenly, throwing Luna backwards and into a bush.