None thought it possible for the greatest of all Pony cities to succumb to the vast numbers and sheer brutality of the Infinite Army. Decades of war, experimentation, and loss have lead to what some would call the inevitable tragedy of the day that they would finally find the chink in the armor so painfully constructed by the Queen of the Sun. But to the soldiers at the gate this meant nothing. To them, the greatest of all defenders, it only meant to protect those fleeing. Families. Friends. They stood, a testament to the resilience of the Pony people. For that aberrant horde to breach the final gate to complete their extermination, they'd need to defeat one of the only things potent enough to strike fear into the blackened hearts of the bloodthirsty masses. Two Cor Machina soldiers. The Bulwark and The Maul.