Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait, collab is a drag, but it is worth it. Thanks to KukriRyuTsukino for helping me with the battle and clop stuff while I do the in-between and regular stuff. If you haven't yet, check out his page, he has some good stuff written. Also, I don't own the images of the pistols, credits go to the original owners. And Credits for the songs go to Miracle of Sound for Hell To Pay, a Doom tribute song, and Stan Bush for The Touch from The Transformers: The Movie.

Also, bonus points, first private messaged first served, to anyone who can identify the pop culture reference made to a certain cartoon on Cartoon Network Adult Swim. And more bonus points to those who can identify the movie pop culture reference in the first battle of this chapter that was done by my co-author.

Chapter 1: Rip and tear, until it is done

Chapter I: Rip and tear, until it is done

“Wh-who are you?” the leader of the slavers asked, definitely messing himself in fear right then and there.

The unknown creature, whose face they couldn’t see, just cracked his neck to the left and right. Then he cracked his left knuckles and then his right. The next seven words he said made all the Caribou in the squad soil themselves as they knew that what happened next, they brought upon themselves.

“Rip and tear, until it is done!” The creature said, his voice dripping with such controlled rage that the Caribou raised their weapons in fear. And then they all heard a song begin to play around them, as if it was the battle song for this creature, which then got into a stance. He was ready to fight.

*Cue Battle Music 8 Seconds after start of video*

He charged at the Caribou on his immediate right, driving such a powerful lunging punch into the slaver that the leather and iron armor that roughly half of them wore shattered before the second, as an eerie orange aura flickered for a matter of seconds, caused his head to explode in a shower of blood, bone, and gray matter. The hardened iron weapons that tended to be highly effective against the weak, cowardly ponies didn't even seem to faze this…. monster.

He twisted as, with a metallic rasp, a blade extended from the bracer on his forearm, cleaving the arm of one of the slavers off at mid-bicep before a brutal kick caved in his chest with a loud, sickening cacophony of shattering bone. If one listened closely, wet sounds of something pulpy was audible as the Caribou struggled for breath of which he no longer had lungs to draw in air as he hit the ground.

One slaver managed to land a cleaving blow, though all the cold hardened iron did was kick sparks off the giant's armor before a large hand gripped the Caribou's head and, as easily as one tossing a soda can, hurled him into a tree before a nasty wet crunch sounded as the Caribou blanched in fear as a three inch diameter branch had impaled their comrade, whose shocked countenance faded into slackness as his life force faded away. The heavy, razor sharp blade on the giant's forearm cleaved one slaver from throat to pelvis before, with a hammering blow, he not only shattered one slaver's arm, but dislocated his shoulder before he shoved the visibly fractured bone and limb hard enough into the slaver's mouth for the bone to pierce the back of his skull.

A backhanded blow snapped another slaver's neck with a sickening series of cracks and snaps. He snapped off the deceased slaver's horns, turning them into makeshift weapons. Despite being blunt weapons, the Slayer's inhuman strength left them as quite lethal regardless. He pushed off suddenly, his large frame coming down on two slavers before, with sickening spats, their heads were pulped as one hand slapped away a cold iron spear before his hand was locked around the spear weilder's throat as he was lifted before his head was driven into the Slayer's knee once, bloodying it before he was released… moments before a boot crushed his skull. He hefted the cold iron spear, finding it ridiculously light before he launched it at two of the fleeing slavers turned victims… impaling them both to a tree.

He shifted his weight, hurling both horns with inhuman ease. Meaty cracks sounded as both horns found their targets…. squarely at the base of the two slavers' skulls in horizontal gashes. One single slaver had managed to flee, but in all likelihood, his superiors would eliminate him for both being a coward and returning empty-handed.

*Twilight’s POV 3rd Person*

Twilight couldn’t believe her eyes. After Shenron had disappeared to wherever he came from and the slaver leader had threatened to kill her, this armored savior had appeared out of nowhere and was tearing through the Caribou slavers like they were tissue paper. Even the cleaving blow against him that she witnessed didn’t seem to faze him, instead causing sparks to fly off of his armor. But what surprised her the most wasn’t the fact that he was taking care of the Caribou. No, it was his voice when he announced his presence after the Caribou leader had threatened to kill her. His voice was playing over and over in her head from what he had initially said.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

His voice... it was hauntingly familiar. She knew that voice from a world and time long passed, but she recognized it. She then remembered what Shenron had said, that he would be different, changed, to mirror someone he admired, the reincarnation of a great warrior. Shenron had also mentioned that his memories, including his promise, would be intact. It was then that her eyes had widened in shocked realization. Her friend from Earth, the friend she left behind but did not want to leave, was the savior the Shenron had brought forth.

You finally came, Twilight thought, tears of happiness falling that she couldn’t help but let out. You finally kept your promise.

As brutal as he was in the fight before her eyes, all she could do was smile, knowing that Equestria’s, and the other subjugated kingdoms’, salvation had finally come.

And for the first time since the war began, she felt hope.

*Slayer’s POV 3rd Person*

The Slayer was pissed that one managed to get away, but he knew that whoever his superiors were would finish the job for him, seeing as they were there for the Dragon Balls, and they ended up arriving too late. And he would arrive back to their base empty-handed. Grinning at that train of thought that his job would be finished by the slaver’s superiors, he cracked his knuckles in satisfaction before turning to the two mares that he had just saved and began walking towards them.

He noticed that the maroon unicorn mare with the scar over her eye and the Mohawk-like mane was just starting to wake up from the chloroform. But he noticed that the alicorn princess next to the maroon mare, who he thought he recognized from another time and place in his life, was staring at him. After he got to the two mares, the maroon one was staring at him in fear. He ignored the staring and looked at the princess. He knelt down, having noticed that they were both tied up and gagged so they couldn’t scream.

“Tell your friend via telepathy that I’m going to use my wrist blade to cut both of you free, that I mean no harm,” The Slayer said to Twilight. Twilight nodded and looked over to Tempest. Tempest, who had apparently not heard what the Slayer had said, suddenly snapped her head to Twilight. The two were having a conversation that the Slayer couldn’t hear, but knew that they were having. Twilight then looked back to the Slayer and nodded, giving the go-ahead that they were ready. The Slayer brought forth his right arm, extended the wrist blade, and cut the binds on Twilight’s legs, then arms, and then carefully cut the cloth gag around her mouth. He then reached up and pulled the inhibitor ring off of her horn. He then did the same for Tempest, carefully cutting the binds of her arms, legs, and then the cloth gag around her mouth. After he removed the inhibitor ring from her horn as well, he held out his hands to help them up.

“Thank you.” Twilight said, smiling as he carefully pulled her up, minding his strength. Tempest still wasn’t sure, seeing the bodies of the slavers around them. But Twilight convinced her in the telepathic message, and his actions towards the two of them had convinced her further that he meant no harm to either of them. Tempest took his hand, of which the Slayer waited patiently, and was helped up by their savior.

“Thanks.” Tempest said, nodding to the Slayer. The Slayer nodded in response before he turned to Twilight. He looked as if he was about to say something, but then his head snapped up and looked left and right, as if he sensed or noticed something that the two mares could not yet detect.

“What is it?” Twilight asked. The Slayer lightly pushed past her and looked around ahead of him, slowly looking left and right as if attuning his ears to some sound. Twilight and Tempest then heard him growling.

“I should’ve killed that fucker when I had the chance.” The Slayer said in anger. Then he looked to Twilight and Tempest, pointed up to the tallest tree near them, and said, “Princess, if you know any spells to make yourself invisible and drown out sound coming from you, go up that tree and stay there in the branches until I give you the signal.” He growled again and said, “A Caribou must’ve gotten away and is coming back with reinforcements. Do as I ask Princess. Cast an invisibility and sound-proofing field around you and your friend, then when I do this,” the Slayer put up both of his middle fingers, “and I say ‘peace among worlds’, that’s the signal the coast is clear. And don’t drop the invisibility or sound-proof spells until you hear that. Understood?” Twilight nodded her head, as did Tempest. “Then go. This shouldn’t take too long.” Twilight took Tempest’s hand and prepped a teleportation spell to the branches of the tree that the Slayer pointed to.

Before she and Tempest teleported to the tree’s branches, Twilight looked to the Slayer and said, “I’m glad you’re here, Aaron.”

The Slayer snapped his head in surprise to look at Twilight, who then teleported with Tempest after the Slayer looked at them. The Slayer then looked ahead again and continued to wait for the Caribou reinforcements. But inside his helmet, he was smiling.

So... she figured it out. The Slayer thought while smiling. She always was very smart. It’s why she was my favorite character in the series.

Just then, the Caribou reinforcements came through the brush ahead of him, numbering 20 this time. And when they saw him, they stopped. One of them pointed at the Slayer and was frantic about it. The anger the Slayer felt boiling within him was beginning to rise to a breaking point.

“That’s him, Major.” The stag said in a panic. “That’s the one who took out my entire unit assigned to retrieve the wish orbs. He tore through us like we were nothing. Even our heaviest member of the unit tried to cleave him, but the stag’s sword did nothing but cause sparks from his armor.

“It sounded like a bunch of hogwash still, if you ask me.” The lead stag, the Major, said. “But there’s no denying your report from the bodies of our brothers about him.” The Major looked to the Slayer and said, “Tell us why you did this before we gut you like a pig!”

“Rip and tear...” The Slayer said in an inaudible whisper

“What was that, ya miserable git?” The Major said, prompting the Slayer to speak louder.

“Rip and tear...” The Slayer said again, this time a little louder.

“What did he say? I still couldn't hear him.” Another stag said, looking around to his squadmates.

“It sounded like he said…” The second stag said before they were all interrupted by a loud yell sounding off like a boom from a clap of thunder.

“Rip... and... TEAR!” The Slayer yelled. Then, getting into another stance, he readied himself for another fight.

Round 2 had begun.

The Slayer pushed off, spearing the informant in a brutal tackle before twisting and tossing his new captive by one leg into six others, sending them to the ground in a heap before he plowed a restrained kick that threw the Major backwards, hacking for air. He leaned aside from the pinkie thick arrows from crossbows that shattered upon colliding in the air, the cold iron arrowheads falling into the undergrowth before he pushed off, his boots driving two Caribou to the ground hard before he stomped both skulls, sending a spray of gore over the grass in a gruesome double Glory Kill before he extended his blade, driving it deep into the throat of another Caribou before punting him away carelessly as he knew his stab severed the carotid artery.

He kicked another into a large, thorny bush, ignoring the cries of pain before he ducked as he let a spear slide over his shoulder, impaling another Caribou as he dropped the spear wielder with a agonizing shot to the groin, ignoring the way how the nearest Caribou cringed from the muffled twin pops as the spear wielder dropped with a strangled cry that was abruptly cut off with a loud crack as his neck was snapped before his helmeted head turned slightly as he heard a low rattling as he noticed something that immediately caught his attention as the Major, snarling, had pulled out something unexpected...

His eyes narrowed at the loud crack before the musket ball shattered against his shoulder plate. His teeth were bared as the Caribou's eyes widened slightly before two brutal punches plowed into his abdomen, then ribs with a loud crackling crunch as ribs broke as the, to the Caribou forces, highly advanced weapon which were rather difficult to create and use, flintlock pistol dropped from nearly nerveless fingers as a third punch crushed his trachea. His eyes bulged as, in a gust of dark orange flames, the flintlock was engulfed in what he assumed was hellish magic.

The Slayer tilted the revolver, the golden topaz inlays upon the obsidian lacquered metal gleaming in the shafts of moonlight overhead. His arm swung out before flame barked out from the muzzle in twin roaring booms before no less than five heads detonated in showers of gore and gray matter before a chest exploded with another barking boom. He pushed off, his wrist blade cleaving an arm off and burying deep into the chest of one Caribou before he ducked, a spear ricocheting off his armor before being impaled high in a tree… feet from Tempest Shadow.

He jerked the blade free, decapitating the spear wielder before he tilted his head, the Flame Belch attachment igniting as it released a blast of flames that engulfed no less than seven of the Caribou, including the informant. He forced himself to ignore the screams of the Caribou, letting the Slayer's rage carry his attention before he drove a brutal punch into another Caribou's chest with a sickening pulpy crunch. He lifted the corpse, blocking four crossbow shots before he tossed the corpse at its remaining comrades before he pushed off, slamming a knee into the head of one Caribou, the loud wet crunch as the victim's muzzle and neck were crushed and snapped respectively. He fired two shots from the revolver, its barking roar loud as three heads exploded, leaving no survivors.

The Slayer lowered his hand with his new revolver in it, after which it was encompassed in a mass of reddish-orange electrical sparks. And after the sound of the crack of a whip, the revolver disappeared from his hand. He figured that wherever the original Slayer’s weapons disappeared to until he summoned them was what happened to the revolver. When he looked in the upper right corner of his visor, it was indicating no more enemies nearby. It was finally safe to call Twilight and Tempest down.

As he said he would, he put out both his middle fingers and said, “Peace among worlds. The coast is clear, Princess.”

After the short sound of a shimmer, like the sound of magic being used, a bright flash happened and both Twilight and Tempest were standing in front of him while he still surveyed the area, just as a precautionary measure.

“I think we should get the two of you back to your camp, before more of those assholes show up.” The Slayer said, grunting in annoyance. “Which way is it to your refugee camp, Princess?”

“It’s a mile and a half to the west.” Twilight said, pointing in the mentioned direction. “It’ll take us an hour at most to get there if we hurry. We don’t want to be out in the forest by ourselves in the night with the creatures that roam the Everfree Forest.”

“Have you noticed why no creatures have come anywhere close to the two of you yet?” The Slayer asked. Twilight and Tempest shook their heads. The Slayer smirked inside his helmet and said, “Because of me. They know an alpha predator when they sense or see one. They know no harm will come to them if they don’t harm you. So let’s head west and don’t worry, I’ll make sure you both get back, since it seems I’ll be here for the foreseeable future. Not that I mind. Besides...” The Slayer said as he summoned his revolver back in his hand, “what kind of knight would I be if I let the Princess, whom I swore myself to as her knight and friend, get hurt as well as her guard captain? Stick close. I have a flash light and camping gear just in case.” With that, the Slayer began walking forward, while holding his revolver in a ready position in his hands just in case some creature decided to grow a pair.

“Twilight?” Tempest called to her friend, whose mind wandered at the last thing the Slayer said right after he summoned his revolver. Twilight looked to Tempest. “It really is him, isn’t it? Your friend you mentioned before?”

Twilight continued to look at Tempest, then she focused her eyes on the Slayer. She nodded as she smiled.

“Yes, Tempest, he is.” Twilight said, smiling a genuine smile for the first time since the war began. “Tempest, meet my knight and friend from Earth, Aaron Evans, the Doom Slayer reborn.”