Rise of Equestria: Battle for Canterlot

"Archers recall!" The Sgt ordered, but Advent had gotten wise to their tactic and had started shooting the stone arrows before they could recall them. Each recall brought less ammunition than the last. Things weren't looking good, Issac thought as he rechecked his pulse rifle for the third time. The ammo counter flashed red just like it did every other time. He cursed and eyed a fallen Advent rifle, firing his TK and reaching out for it.

"Tinny I've told you! Advent rifles lockdown after the owner dies." Demo warned warily from where he leaned on the wall having run out of charge on his Beam Auto-Pistol sometime ago. Issac pulled the Rifle through ignoring the Scot. He pushed, pulled, and shook the rifle trying to get it to work.

"Dammit!" Issac shouted letting his frustration get the best of him

"Ah told you."

"Shut up." Issac shook his head and prepared to chuck the rifle. When an Idea struck him, setting the gun down, pulling out his plasma cutter and started moving things around.

"Now what are you tinkering with?" Demo asked his interest peaked.

"I'm an engineer tinkering's kinda what I do." Issac shifted the splitter lens and changed the output settings. Then aimed the modified cutter at the gun. Instead of three quick shots of plasma, a solid beam hit the rifle and began cutting the alien alloy slowly. Slowly he traced the seams of the rifle trying to cut a piece off to look at the insides. Demo shielded his good eye from the flash.

"Oops... Oh shit." He heard Issac curse and the flash ended with Issac picking the gun up and TKing it. Right into the face of an Advent trooper who popped out at just the wrong time. That's when the smoking gun exploded raining shrapnel into several other troopers. Demo and Issac looked at each other and Issac rubbed the back of his neck. "Must have hit the main battery."

Demo straightened up and looked at Issac slowly. "So that wasn't what you were trying to do?" Demo asked almost disappointed. Issac raised his hand's palms up at a lost.

"No, but it is now," Issac admitted and grabbed another rifle. Demo grinned pumping his fist excitedly.

"That's the spirit lad!"

On the Advent side of things, a trooper in all white armor strolled to the front line. His large helmet bore the symbol of the Elders. A purple glow pulsed and faded around him. All standard troopers that saw him stopped and stood straight banging a fist on their chest in salute. The Advent priest put them at ease with a hand. He looked at the line of ponies with disgust. How dare such simple creatures appose the Elders will. Pulling his Psionic Amplifier, he used it to throw his mind out at them searching for the weakest mind to control.

The Templar's mind was shielded from his attack, but not the Archer know as Swan. The priest grinned as his will seeped into the mare. Overpowering her own she was his puppet now, and he had only one order.

Kill Sgt Solstice.

Issac felt a pain in his right eye that made him pause in horror. Something was wrong. He noticed Swan stop Mid shot and put a hoof to her head. Her eyes had a purple tint to them, and she moved slowly like she wasn't sure about her hooves anymore. Issac got a cold chill when she turned her arrow towards the Sgt.

"Swan NO!" Issac's shout made Demo look up to see the purple aura around the unicorn's mind. Before the Arrow left the magic circle, Issac pushed his hand out and froze Swan in stasis. But the slowed arrow hit the spell and fired. The archer next to swan dived in front of the arrow. The Arrow slowly ripped through his armor making its way into the brave corporal's side. The Corporal screamed when it broke a rib and slowly drilled towards his guts.

Issac Tk'd the Arrow and shot it into an Advent soldier that was running up. With the arrow out the Corporal squirmed and trashed on the floor baring his teeth trying not to scream again. Swan started moving again, and another Archer stepped out of line and fired a stun spell that knocked Swan out. She hit the floor with a clatter of metal.

"Somebody tell me what the fuck just happened!" Sgt Solstice shouted unable to look at them and keep the shield up.

"Corporal Swan just shot Corporal Buck Sir." The Female Archer reported shaking a bit.

"WHAT! Swan would ne-"

"Your right but it's that bloody Priest Advent got back there." Demo interrupted pointing towards Advent while clenching his right hand in a fist. "The Holy Basterds can control minds." Demo explained looking at all of them. The Archers around him looked terrified. The purple aura faded from swan and Issac fell to his knees clenching his head. His helmet retracted, and he tossed his head back and forth like he was trying to rip it off as he screamed. The purple aura flickered as he fought it. Blood started to drip from his right eye as he started talking.

"NO TWINKLE LITTLE STAR! NOT AGAIN!" He shouted like a madman and the Archer lit her horn. Demo stepped between them putting his hand out. She looked at him unsure, but he nodded. He put his right hand on Issac's shoulder.

"Fight em Tinman, Fight em, Issac!" He urged. The psionic aura changed color from purple to blood red. "That's not suppose to happen." Demo marveled Before Issac screamed at the top of his lungs bending backward throwing his hands to the side.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" The red aura exploded outward in a wave of archaic symbols. It sounded like a foghorn with a women's haunting screams as it blasts throughout the corridor. Advent who were hit by the wave fell to their knees screaming and shouting in pain. They threw off their helmets and scratched at their faces like mad leaving deep orange scratches as they tried to escape the horror of what they were seeing. One looked around frantically shouting something over and over before firing at his brothers. Another as it died pulled a grenade and blew himself and the others around him up in a quick firey explosion.

The priest sat on the floor crying bloody orange tears at what he saw and didn't hear. The Elders were silent! Blocked out by the horrific screaming of the damned. Everywhere he looked, there were giant stone spirals with two tips that glowed with symbols that were alien even to the Elders. But each monstrous Marker was built with the bodies of his kind. The wave ended, and the Priest returned to reality. But he feared he'd never be whole again. Looking around only a handful survived the madness. Even fewer were sane enough to fight. The ones that were looked to him for guidance he stood. He had one goal, to wipe the mind that stood and spit in the face of his gods from this world.

Travis "Demo" Degroot stared in awe at what he just witnessed. He was the only one left standing after the wave rolled through the room. He touched the Mind Shield thanking Shen. Issac groaned and sat up looking unwell. Sweat dripped from his pale face Demo put a hand on his shoulder.

"Issac? You ok lad?" He asked worried, and Issac nodded.

"Ya...ya I'm ok." The man replied slowly, and Demo offered his Scotch bottle feeling the man needed a drink more then he did at this point. Issac laughed seeing the yellow bottle before taking a swig that was so strong it brought him back to reality. Shaking his head, he looked at the destroyed room, "Did I do that?" He asked not sure to be horrified or impressed.

"Whatever that was you flooded the network running these troopers. Basterds didn't know whether to shit or go bowling from the looks of it." Demo chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

"Yay me." Issac groaned. Corporal Buck moved and cried in pain, and the rest of the Archers got to their hooves.

"Holy yak shit." The Sgt cursed as he looked at Issac with fear in his eyes. "What the fuck was that! What on Celestia's green fucking earth was that!" He hid his fear under anger as he shouted.

"Let's just say the break up with my girlfriend ended nastily." Issac shrugged, and the Sgt's eye twitched.

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!" He shouted panicked and would have continued to yell like that if a Mag round hadn't just sent an Archer sliding across the floor dead. He turned and reput up the barrier but his horn was sparking, and his head felt like it was on fire.

"Sarg whats going on with ya horn?" Demo asked because the Sgt's horn looked like the lit fuse on a stick of dynamite.

"I'm at my limit..." He screwed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth to keep the shield up.

"Sargent?" One of the Archers asked with an unsteady voice.

"I know Spring. Archers!" He called, and everypony looked at him. "Take whats left of the ammo, Swan, and Buck, behind the blast doors. I'll hold this up as long as I can."

"Wait, Sarg you can't-" Another Archer stepped forward, but Sgt Solstice snapped at him.

"That is a direct order Archers MOVE!" The Archer jumped then saluted, and everypony started to move out. Demo grimaced. Looking at the advancing wave of Advent marching forward firing non-stop. He wondered how many he could take out with his psi-blades before going down. Not enough he realized, never enough.