Ponyhammer 41K

The mare stood there, her red rage taking hold in an utterly uncontrolled fashion as she tore the guardpony apart. The chainblade protruding from her forehead in place of a horn slammed down through the flak armor of the colt, cutting rib after rib from the flank of the nameless pastel white creature. His coat turned pink and red with the blood and viscera of the still living pony as its screams joined the roar of the chainhorn. What used to be his innards caking his own coat. There was a scream of agony that was slowly cut off into a gurgle as the Rampajack Champion Stampeder sliced into them with glee.

The enraged power armored mare leapt to her hind hooves to give the poor dying guardpony one final embrace, as spikes upon the red and orange armor impaled his eyes, throat, and chest. The fore-hooves revealed two chainshoes attached to them. She rended skull from shoulders and neck as one of their hooves moved in blur, pieces flying off the dead guardpony as the chainshoe ran and sliced. Within just a moment, the skull had been reamed clean, and the brain of the stallion ripped from its cavity. Blood flowed over the armor and Scarlet Impalette cackled to the heavens of the forsaken world she trotted upon.

“A new skull for the skull throne....or just another impaled upon my armor,” she howled through the maniacal laughter. Her blood frenzy suddenly ebbed, broken by the sound of battle dying down. She sensed, even through her rage something else testing the currents of the warp. The other's of fallen six felt this as well. The moving of Pinkamenia back into the realm. The 41st millennium had begun and with it came the end of intermittent war and an uneasy half truce. The entity of pure annihilation, the abyss itself, was coming back.

Scarlet growled, this also meant that she had to prepare for Applejack's return. “Fuji Hoofbreaker!” Scarlet shouted over the battlefield. Her voice that could be heard like a thundering slam of bucking hooves by a thousand ponies.

The closest mare turned to Scarlet. A towering creature that stood nearly 3 stories tall. Despite her size she was just pony, clad in Orange and Red power armor. Hearts being crushed for their blood symbols across the flanks of the mighty titan sized earth pony. Adamantine spikes lined the armored hulk from shoulder to hoof. Each of the hooves glowed with the energy of 100 generators powering the titan class powerbucks, though this mare was not a titan, but instead was creation of the horde. A giant mutant of purest frenzy and destructive power.

Scarlet Impalette was completely covered in blood. Though the pony was inside her hardened ceramite power armor; if not for the spikes off it Scarlet looked like a walking caked puddle of life fluids. Even the grill for her voxgrill was dripping with essence of life. All of it shredded from a whole company of guardponies in the last hour of battle. “Hoofbreaker! The stampeders have it from here. Calm your rage, we must discuss.” Her voice spat out the words, barely contained hatred and an authority in them that could not be defied. Not unless you wanted to lose your life over it.

Scarlet stomped her way towards the command land raider. Every step specifically aimed at a body part of former guardpony. She revved the chainshoes with each step to rend the gore further into the air. She took the new skull in one hoof and crushed it down onto her shoulder spikes, smashing the skull at the bottom of the chain into dust as the new one was pushed into place. A total of 3 pony heads on each of her shoulder pauldrins, impaled there on the ceramite spines for everyone to see.

The world they trotted upon shook as Hoofbreaker followed her there before crashing in the bloody remains of dozens if not a hundred ponies slaughter for Applejack's Skullbuck Season alongside the tracked vehicle. The gunners were shaken by the sudden collapse of the weight nearby and Hoofbreaker's shockwave threatened to turn the armored assault vehicle on its side. But it regained footing of the far side tracks and the gunners resumed firing their six gun bolter turrets with glee.

The armor the massive titan sized mare wore was colored of solid red with a pair of massive volcano plasma cannons mounted to her flanks through it. She turned off the powerbucks so that the giant titan class mare could rest. She released a heavy snort that made the air around the voxgrill the size of two ponies heat up with stream and heavy breathe as the rage subsided for a moment.

Hoofbreaker covered in spikes that could easily impale tanks, looked to her champion. Her head slowly lowered in submission, knowing full well that while she could squash Scarlet, Scarlet was fast enough to avoid it and rend her flesh little bit by bit. She had done it to the two titan-pones before whom had challenged her position. Fuji also considered the small mare the only one who could match her rage. “Yes, Mistress of Mareskulls?”

Scarlet grinned at the title as she took off her power armored helm. Her coat underneath was a rose pink, and her mane was that of purest white of a well kept and manicured mane. Most Applejackers, especially rage enduced Stampeders, were gore soaked messes with manes of knotted masses of visera, grime, and death. Their coats tended to be permanently red from being stained with blood and eventually just turned in the life essence of others into layers of dye. She took the helmet off with her hooves so carefully that the dripping blood of her chainshoes and helmet did not touch the hair or a drop upon it. “Did you feel it? The removal of millions of pony and dragon souls, crying out in fear and then vanishing?” she asked as the heavy armored cap hit the blood soaked earth with a splash of crimson caked liquids.

Hoofbreaker nodded. The sound of gears cranking and neck joints moving in the hardened plates that covered the massive beast echoed over the land. The distant sounds of guardponies crying out in a final stand as the stampeders overwhelmed the last defensive line towards the stable-city.

“Always a mare of the fewest words. Then we know the 41st Millennium has begun and Pinkamenia's promised return has arrived. What say we start a new skullbucking season, this time aimed to please Applejack so much, she manifests again for us?” The blood-craving pony said to her massively larger counterpart.

There was just a snort of agreement. Hoofbreaker hadn't spoken in nearly 11,000 years; since they betrayed the twin sisters. It always unnerved everypony that knew her. Though her eyes reflected the screaming inside her mind of a million souls smashed into dust beneath her hooves.