The sound of clashing swords rings throughout the sky, it's bright orange glow casting small shadows down upon the scene of utter chaos below.

The ringing continues as rubble falls to the ground below, joining the many piles of it that built up over the course of the commotion.

Cracks litter the marble floor in several places, rendering the once beautiful carvings upon its surface unrecognizable to the untrained eye.

Broken columns stretch high into the sky, their jagged edges sharp and threatening.

The last remaining remnants of the now ruined structure are four stain glass depictions of four long lost goddesses, built into the floor. Despite being forgotten by time and bombarded by the elements, the pictures are somehow, miraculously well preserved, not a scratch to be seen upon their pristine surfaces.

And these four goddesses, along with the sun, moon, and stars, will bear witness to the most amazing battle in all of Equestria's history.

The sound of clashing stops and is replaced by skidding as one of the fighters is knocked onto their back. The first stands over them, sword pointed at their chest, smiling deviously.

"Is that all you've got? What a waste of my time."

The second figure coughs, and tries to sit up, but is stopped by a stomp in the stomach from the first. "I've had enough of this. It's time for you to die."

The first raises their sword, points it at the second figure's heart, and with a swift stabbing motion...nothing happens.

Instead the first figure is violently thrown to the ground, and the second figure struggles to stand, having gathered their second wind.

"I'm afraid that time is a long way away. I've still got a little party left in me!" The second figure stands and charges, only for the first to roll out of the way and dodge the oncoming attack, rolling into a stance and returning the favor with a slash of their own. The clash of swords begins again, with neither giving an inch.

They hit a stalemate, with one sword pushing against the other in a battle of strength.

The first figure wins out, and pushes the second back, only to be forced to block a bullet headed straight for them.

The two share a hate filled glare in either direction before the first figure continues their onslaught of bullets.

The sound of metal on metal rings out once more as the bullets are blocked one by one without the slightest hint of effort from the first figure.

But the second has a trick up their sleeve. While still firing, they rush forward, and slide under the first's legs, hopping back up into the air by their knees and swinging their sword in a wide arc, only to be blocked once again.

The second figure pulls out their gun once again, and fires, but they are swatted away by a swing of the first's sword before their bullets even make contact, and the bullets are dodged with a simple sidestep.

The clash starts again, but it is a short one, as the second figure takes the opportunity to attack with an upward slash, missing by a hair's breadth as the first doges once again, jumping into the air and coming down with a slash of their own, which the second rolls out of the way of only moments before it hits the ground, sending even more cracks cascading across the floor's surface.

The second figure takes the opportunity given by the first pulling out their sword, to fire a more powerful shot at them.

The first figure raises their hand to block the attack, struggling with it for only a moment before crushing it into dust. They retrieve their sword and twirl it around, a smirk crossing their features.

"This may be fun after all." The figure charges, and yet another clash begins, this one even shorter than the last, with each being forced to dodge the other's strike.

A leg sweep from the first is dodged and the second retaliates with another wide swing of their sword, only for it to be blocked again.

A mid swing from the second is dodged and the first retaliates by throwing their sword, which is caught and thrown back.

The first forgoes their sword, instead opting to catch the high swing from the second and throw them, along with the blade, into the air and across the floor, where they land on their back.

the second struggles to get up, their body weak and tired from the constant fighting they've had to endure. They manage to stand, against both their better judgement, and their body's protests.

The two share a look once more, as they prepare for a final showdown. And as their swords raise higher and higher into the air, the blades singing, crying out for the other's blood, they charge, and the only thing left of them is their shadows, which fade along with the lightning of the now rainy, cloudy nighttime sky.

The rain mixes with the falling blood and is stained crimson, marking the place forever as yet another arena in a tournament of two.

The second falls, beaten, bruised, bloody and defeated, but not dead. Although that may have been a better alternative.

The first stands, victorious and triumphant in battle, a smirk on their face as they look down on their broken foe.

The first figure takes up their sword and turns around, swinging the blade to remove the blood. They turn their head to look back at the now prone second figure, hatred in their eyes.

"Hmph. Pathetic, Sunset. Simply pathetic. Still so weak." They turn back around and walk away. "To think that mother's favorite would be so easily defeated? Come back when you have enough power. Maybe then you'll make me break a sweat. Or better yet, don't come back at all."

"Shut up! What would you know about family?!"

"I know enough to know that I picked the right parent's footsteps to follow. Unlike you." The first figure walks away, leaving Sunset to lay sprawled out on the ground. She picks herself back up enough to sit on her knees. Crying, she yells to the sky in rage.

"STARLIGHT GLIMMER!!!"

Author's Note

Hi Guys! So yeah, a comment driven story. I'll tell you guys what's up. Here's how we're gonna play this game.

Sunset is of course taking the place of Dante here, so she has his abilities, with her own little twist to them.

We'll start you off with 100 health and her three styles. Swordmaster, Gunslinger, and Trickster, all of which you have seen in this tutorial.

From this point forward, you will have a choice to make. However, since you haven't unlocked all of her abilities, the only choices you have right now are, where mission 1 starts, which style she should make use of in mission one, which style should be her signature style, and which boss she should fight in mission one, if any at all. I'll also give you the right to name her sword and guns. The best name will appear in the story, so try your hardest!

Depending on where the mission starts, her boss choices change. The weapons and skills she receives depends on the boss she fights, so choose wisely. (I won't include the children of Twilight's school.)

(Discord will act as the environmental part of the game. Basically any part that involves puzzles and or secret missions.)

Ponyville
The Main 6-
Twilight Sparkle
Midnight Sparkle
Rainbow Dash
Rainbow (Factory) Dash
Apple Jack
Rarity
Nightmare Rarity
Pinkie Pie
Pinkamena
Fluttershy
Spike
Spike (Greed)

The CMC-(You can choose just one, two, or all three.)
Scootaloo
Sweetie Belle
Apple Bloom

Side Characters
Big Mac
Vinyl Scratch
Snips and Snails
Derpy

Canterlot
Celestia
Luna
Daybreaker
Nightmare Moon

The Crystal Empire
Cadence
Shining Armor
Flurry Heart
Sombra

The Badlands
Thorax
Chrysalis

Griffonstone
Gilda

The Dragon Lands
Ember
Garble
Torch
(The voting closes at 12:00 P.M. tomorrow.)