Rōnin

Akira Imamura. Samurai, and a good one. He wore the usual light armor of the samurai and carried the daisho, twin swords of the samurai. He also carried the nodachi, a very long sword, longer than a man is tall. The first sword, the wakizashi, was a short daggerlike version of the katana. The katana came next, a long two handed sword, the hilt having space for three hands. The nodachi was so large that the handle had room for five hands and followed the curve of the blade.

His armor was made of hardened leather bands, sewn together with leather thongs. The shoulder guards were rectangular and hugged his upper arm, they were made of hard leather strips that resembled the scales of a snakes belly. The skirt of the armor was made of the same rectangles of overlapping hardened leather strips. His gauntlets were made of iron plates tied down to his forearms by leather cord laced through them, and a small hand guard on each one. His greaves were iron plates that his sandals were laced into. His helmet was a cap of Iron, from which three bands of iron hung down to skirt the back and sides of his head, leaving his face open. Two deer antlers adorned his helmet, and to protect his face was the menpo. His menpo was a mask made of iron, on that was carved a monstrous skeletal face upon which was fixed a hideous scowl.

Akira was currently on an assignment from his master, the daimyo Kamakura, to investigate enemy activity in the forests north of the castle where he was stationed. There was suspected to be ninja in those woods, and he was sent to eliminate them.

Drawing close to the suspected area Akira drew his wakizashi, as the long katana and even longer nodachi would have been useless in such a confined space. He began to creep forward with care, always aware of where he was, and what was around him. He never saw any ninja, but that didn't mean that they weren't there. He never found any ninja, he did find something though, he never knew what it was, but it caught him by surprise. He never saw it, he just knew it had to have been a demon. The next thing he knew he woke up in a grassland, not where he once was.

Luna stood at the front line, as always. She had her rectangular shield braced just like every soldier there, her spear braced outward to face the line of enemies that outnumbered them ten to one. She could only hope for a miracle when the enemy line began to advance.

The archers behind her wall of shields began raining clouds of arrows down from the sky onto the advancing enemy and taking a toll on their numbers while they approached the line. The enemy line had been reduced to half its numbers by the time they arrived at the line, at which point the archers stopped firing on them and resumed the ready position. The line began stabbing like animals while keeping the wall of shields strong, causing more damage than was being taken. After that line had finished, the next advanced, this time with arrows to back them up.

The second to last rows made a roof with their shields while also making sure to focus on the advancing enemy, also under arrow fire. After the line reached the defenders, the firing of arrows stopped and the second wave suffered the fate of the first. Then the defenders began to advance themselves.

They advanced in tortoise formation to keep safe from arrows and the front. The archers follow, and began firing on the enemy archers. They were told to fire at will, and thus kept a continuous flow of arrows coming down, things were looking good for Luna and her batponies, until enemy reinforcements arrived to hit them from the side.

They reacted quickly, but not quickly enough. They suffered casualties, and several of them. The battle turned into a slaughter, where the enemy carved them up without mercy. Luna was certain they had lost, that her children were finally to meet their end. No one predicted what had happened next.

A stranger, in strange armor and carrying three strange swords, the longest being in his hands, showed up. Seeing that Luna's force needed assistance he chose to side with them, to even the odds as best he could, and even the odds he did.

The stranger carved through the enemy ranks with feline grace and practiced ease. Luna saw him stab, gut then decapitate one enemy in less than four seconds, then stabbing another and cutting a third in twine. The stranger wore a helm of iron upon which sat a deers antlers, and a hideous mask covered his face.

The strangers prowess and brutal efficiency rallied the outnumbered ponies to him. Their fear disappeared in an instant, replaced with rage. They began to slaughter all of the enemy they managed to catch, those that ran were shot with arrows. The frightening warrior with the strange swords was not only effective in close combat but also over a distance. The last of the enemy, including their commander, fled. The stranger took up a bow from a fallen archer and began to fire precise shots into the enemy numbers.

Each shot was precise and accurate, the first to fall was the enemy commander. Only about five actually escaped, likely never to trouble them again.

Luna approached the stranger, "Thank you good sir. You have saved my troops from certain doom, come with us, we have much to discuss.

Blueblood, prince of Equestria and general in the Equestrian army recieved the news three days later. A new enemy had arisen amongst the ranks of their opponent. He cursed Luna's name, he cursed the batponies. There wouldn't even be a war if they had just stayed in their place, accepted their role in the gutters. He began fighting against them despite his aunts pleas for a peaceful solution. The bat-filth had to be put into place, or eradicated.