Ashfeld was in flames. The Legion routed, the fortress taken, but by God if it wasn't Grand! I looked to the remaining members of the Blackstone Legion, my family, and let out a laugh. "Fools. They never should've taken their armies with them. Now they fight each other!" I said, remembering my mother's last words to me.

"This is it my son. This is the day I've been training you for. Once the Vikings enter the fortress, all three factions will fight one another." said Apollyon as a large ball of fire slams into the fortress wall.

"I will make you proud mother." I said, taking a bow. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see the helm I'd grown so used to seeing. Most felt fear, I felt... warm.

"Take a contingent and start attacking anyone who dares get in your way." This confused me,

"Aren't you coming mother?" I asked, she chuckled and handed me something on a chain. I looked at it to see it was a token. To prove I had taken the oath earlier that morning.

"Go Warden. Spread the war where I cannot."

That was the last time I'd ever see her, though I didn't know it at the time. My contingent, named 'The Pack', was ready to move out.

We got about one mile before we heard something. A snapped twig here, a shuffle there. Then a small sound.
Ha ha ha
Then a strange black fog curls around us, filling my lungs causing me to see nothing but an inky blackness.

I awoke on a cliff. How do I know? my top half was dangling off of it. I scrambled away from the edge towards the rest of my pack. "Report!" I barked. A Lawbringer stood at attention, "My lord, we seem to have been drugged and moved here." I nodded, "Thank you for stating the obvious." I then cleaved his head from his shoulders. My troops looked at me with what I loved the most. Fear, Respect, Admiration, loyalty.

"Set up camp here." I said as I grabbed my friend, a Peace Keeper by the name of Hope, and started to walk towards a possible road.

"Where will you go my Lord?" Asked a lone Warden.

Without breaking step I replied "To find out just where 'here' is." and with that I left.

We eventually came upon a dirt road, seemingly empty. Hope took the opposite side of the road from me. soon I heard the sound of horses trotting further up the road.

"Highwayman routine" I hissed to her, she nodded in response and drew her weapons out.

Then I heard it, a small shuffle behind me, and an ever so slight Shink of a blade leaving its scabbard. I spun around lifting my sword just right, inserting the blade into the persons torso. Then I realized it wasn't a person, the head was wrong. It looked vaguely like a... horse.

I spun back around lifting an open hand in the air and closing it into a fist. Hide Now! She then crouched into a large number of bushes. I myself carried the body still stuck on my weapon towards a large hedge. I then searched him for anything useful when I heard it again. Shuffle... Shink! I grabbed the dead creatures own weapon and turned to see another armored pony, before he could say anything the blade found his neck in a swift stab. I went back to checking his friend when I found a map written in English. I put it into one of my few pockets when the hooves got louder on the road. When I looked I couldn't help but smile. A small guard force, 10 in all. Well, 12 if you count corpses too. There was a Dark blue Carriage being pulled as well, with a moon adorning the side.

Figuring there was someone important inside, I decided to go the distractive route. I walked out onto the road in front of them. They immediately drew their swords at the knight covered in blood (Me) and his giant sword. "You are in the way of the princess! Move or be moved!" I involuntarily chuckled and raised my sword and rested it across my back.

"Try it."

The lead guard stepped forward, swinging his sword horizontally. I ducked under the blade and made a deep gash in his side. I shoved him away, cackling like a madman.

"Again!" I shouted, enraging the guard. He tried to slam his shield into me but hit nothing but air as I spun around him, driving the pommel into his helm.

"I thought you were a warrior! Not a child!" I insulted, he shouted in rage as he once again tried to hit me. Our blades met with sparks flying through the air. He glared at me through the open helmet he wore.

"You will not win!" He said with venomous tone, then I heard hooves behind me. I grabbed his sword hand and thrusted it into the waiting neck of the guard behind me.

While he was still in shock, I then decapitated another guard next to me, broke the defenses of a third and planted my sword into his chest in a downward strike. I then ripped it back out. He then tried to punch me, this attempt was met with a gash along the gut, knocking his legs out from under him and slamming my shoulder into him sending him flying. The Blackstone Bash.

Focusing once more on the lead guard, I watched as he broke down in tears over the fallen pony.

"Pathetic" I said gaining his attention. He picked up his sword and started hacking away violently. Each hit he ever made was on the blade of my sword.

"Your skill is like that of a newborn!" I insulted, my fist slammed into his face.

"Weak!" I cut his body twice with light blows

"Undisciplined!" I drove my blade through his breastplate and stared into his now fearful eyes.

"You've forgotten what you are." I then ripped the blade out through his stomach, and drove it downward into his skull.

The thrill of a kill never gets old. I feel myself invigorated as adrenaline courses through me.

"There were twelve, now there are six." I said to myself. "Hope!" I shouted. She had moved into a tree during my distraction getting above two guards. She dropped down, stabbing both with her Sword and Dagger, killing them both and breaking her fall. "Four!" I antagonized. I took a defensive stance as three advanced on me and one advanced on Hope.

I waited for one to strike, they waited for me to strike.

"I don't have all day, grow some balls and attack already!" I said, tensing up as they all attacked at once. I simply raised my sword above my head, blocking two blades, and taking a glancing blade to the side. I knocked the other two away, and lifted the third up by the throat. Then I simply impaled him on my sword whilst still holding him up. As I turned to the other two, I let the new corpse slide off my blade.

"Three." I looked behind them to see Hope stab the guard in the face, and decapitate him.

"Two" She crept up behind one and stabbed him between the ribs. I grabbed the final guard and threw him against a tree.

"One" I spun and slammed the fine edge of my blade into his neck. Effectively decapitating him and burying my sword into
the tree behind him.

I turned to Hope, she shook her head.

"They never stood a chance. They've forgotten who they are." She turned to the corpse "They've become sheep." I nodded, and turned to the carriage.

"Then let's take the Shepard." I began walking towards the carriage.

Author's Note

Here it is Kiddos! After searching this entire network and finding almost squat, I've decided to write my own fic.
(Cue maniacal laughter and lightning and thunder)

Also, for those who think I just made another Gary stu, look at it this way. Ponies haven't known war like he has, and he has been trained by Apollyon. The literal badass of For Honor. So when you think about it logically, it's kind of a no brainer.