Comber saw owls on the trees as he ran towards Archie's location. Every time he pasts a tree, one looks and whos at him. Celestia Flustered Town looks like horror hit it at night; and we're not even going to think about Death Town. Comber jumped over a spiked fence, flipping 3 times, continuing running after. The part time assassin took a sharp left, then right. He was finally out of Flustered Town, a smirk on his face. Comber could feel the wind around him like it's bursting around him. He didn't want to run as fast as he can, not because of stamina issues because that's not the problem; the problem is if you're an assassin on the job you want to draw a less attention as you can, and breaking the sound barrier wouldn't be wise at night.

("Archie, you're a moron for thinking you can escape me.")

Comber noticed Archie's location was moving on his watch. He knows he's coming but how? Probably just instinct because most of the workers there knows who's going to deal with them if they dare betray the organization. Comber was nearly on top of Archie's location, as he approached, he saw Archie on his roof, waving at him. Somewhat of a small house he has, must've build it himself. Comber stopped his movement, looking up at Archie.

"I had little doubts they would send you to me at this hour but guess the rumors was true about you."

Archie got up looking down on Comber. His hoof on a string behind him.

"Come face me, Archie, you know your time is up."

Archie giggles maniacally, pulling the string behind him, causing holes to appear on the house, shooting arrows out at Comber. Comber quickly dropped to the ground, rolling to the right, noticing an arrow approaching him from the side he rolled on, he rolled the opposite direction evading the arrow, then standing on his hind hooves, spreading his legs as the arrow approached him with 10 meter per second speed. Comber ducked on the last arrow, looking back at Archie who was gone, Comber looked around but couldn't find him, even with a x ray spell, wait a minute. Comber looked up, spotting a green balloon floating in the air. An air balloon? What the buck is he doing? Running away is he? Comber squatted as far as he can, jumping as high as he can. Archie was shocked to realize Comber past him. But how!? At this height. Comber cut the ropes as he held onto the balloon, popping the huge balloon after.

("Thought I was on the job not the carnival? Haha.")

Comber was holding onto the out of control balloon, eventually grabbing it as it got close to the ground spinning and throwing himself off it very fast, spinning around the sun flag pole on Archie's house, then jumping off, searching the area for Archie.

"Show yourself, you're a coward for the stunts you tried.")

Surprisingly the target colt didn't take much of an injury from the out of control air balloon. Archie hid behind a tree, opening his bag, ready to activate plan C. He smirked deviously. He held a remote with a big red button, ready to push it.

"Oh I'll show myself alright."

Archie pressed the button, pulling something out of the bag as it powered up, facing it towards himself. Comber heard the noise behind the tree, walking towards it, seeing a bright light blue light shining from behind it. He saw a device that looked like a Lazer cannon. Did he shoot himself with that or missed? Archie walked from behind the tree, making his way towards Comber.

"I bet you think you're stronger than me still don't you?"

Comber stopped getting into a stance. So he decided to show himself and fight him.

"I don't rely just on my strength to get a job done. Glad you're not a complete coward."

Archie stopped, looking into Comber's eyes. He ain't going to die tonight. He ran at Comber with full speed, nearly grazing him. Comber was shocked how fast Archie was. Did he give himself super pony speed? Probably strength as well from that statement he made. Archie turned around attacking Comber again, Comber this time, actually taking it seriously, dodge the incoming attack. Archie nearly ran into a tree, slightly tapping and pushing against the same tree he once used for cover.

("Why can't I still hit him? I should be faster than him!")

Archie with his head down and a hoof on the tree let go of the tree, giggles can be heard escaping into the mist of the atmosphere.

"I underestimated you Comber with your reaction speed."

Comber ran towards Archie, attempting to attack him. Archie ran in the opposite direction Comber was attacking from, running back towards Comber and attempting an elbow. What he received instead was a back hoof to the left check of his face. Archie nearly fell towards the ground, getting back up and zooming around Comber.

"Let's see how you handle a vacuum vertex!"

Wind was circling around Comber by the minute. Comber jumped up, slamming down on the ground causing it to crack. Archie flew into his own house door, knocking it off it's henges and splicing it down the middle with a ton of splinter hazards.

Comber ran towards Archie, picking him up from the rubble, putting him against the wall, his left hoof against Archie's neck. Archie had splinters in parts of his body. Blood was leaking off him.

"Are you done with the running games... Archie?"

Archie put a hoof on Comber left hoof, slightly moving it away from his neck. Comber smirked, realizing his deduction was right. Super pony strength huh. Or at least something under that. Comber push back too, feeling like they are in a stalemate.

"Let go of me... Bastard!"

Archie attempted to break free but the same feeling existed in him, they're in a stalemate. Comber quickly thought on his hooves, quickly spinning his left hoof, as he kicked from a 35 degree angle to one of Archie's rear hooves where the knee was. Archie yelled in pain, attempting to bite Comber who quickly pulled his hoof with all his might away, grabbing Archie by the face and tossing him with a spin behind him.

("Why do ponies always try to give me a disease for trying to kill them? Because they did something against the organization? A bunch of savages.")

Comber walked towards Archie who at first was slowly getting back up coughing then accelerating his speed, getting back on all four hooves facing Comber with a nasty grin.

"How! How was you able to do that!? I should be stronger than you and faster, you should not be having the advantage in battle."

Comber stopped looking at Archie with a disbelief face. Welp it's confirmed that what the little lazer did but what's more surprising that Archie never practice with his new found strength or speed which is why he nearly sped into a tree and can't land attacks.

"You can't be serious right?"

Archie growled at Comber with anger and hatred, why does he have to be the one to kill traitors? If this was another pony who was normal he would destroy them.

"I'm more serious then decapitating a mother and son!"

Comber stood up on two hooves, realize he's taking the role of being a teacher once again. His hooves crossed, holding a stern look.

"It's because you just got those powers didn't you? They're temporary aren't they? You think me, a master of martial arts would not noticed this is your first time fighting with those enhanced powers and the difference between your scared then confident expression. You aren't used to those skills. Sadly you won't have the chance to either."

"Bucking damnit! Are you saying if I had trained and mastered more of these new strengths then I would easily kill you!"

Comber closed his eyes, putting his hooves down after unfolding them; he was back on all fours, opening his eyes again with a sigh.

"You traitors are all alike. I do commend you on fighting me without fearing me. I do know that's only because you got over confident in your abilities and strengths. Even the smartest makes mistakes."

Archie was done listening to Comber, he could just run, or he could... Wait, that might work. A grin made itself known onto Archie's face. He ran towards his bag at the tree, preparing to enact his plan. Comber fallowing after him with a normal expression. Why do all workers in the organization carry a bag? More than half at least do. Archie grabbed something that looked like to be a bottle of some sort. The bottle was a clear bottle with a brown cork on, it wasn't full, but the substance inside seemed to be yellow acid. Archie ran at Comber, opening the cork on, Comber was prepared for the liquid but wasn't prepared for the bottle to be smashed at his hooves. He attempted to move out of the way with good speed but a tiny bit got on him. It seems like it's also releasing the gas of the acid. Comber understood Archie's plan. He was trying to immobilize him, and blind him so he can escape. Comber felt the burning of his hooves increase; as he saw Archie start to run, narrowing his sight. Comber chased him down. The part-time assassin smirked as he remembered what Commer told him today, without hesitation he stopped, freezing his right hoof with his magic, the part with the acid on it, then ripping the chunk of meat off that been contaminated. He then healed himself with a spell afterwards. Comber looked down at his right hoof with an annoyed expression, yeah that definitely hurts but pain isn't much to Comber. How could he be careless and let Archie do that? Luckily this field is big, so he's not out of view. Why doesn't he live closer to society? Is it because of his smarts; if so then Comber feels bad for Commer. Comber focused on Archie, he didn't fail a job and he ain't starting now. He got into a running stance, time to show Archie how fast he really was.

("You can't run nor hide from me. Archie!")

Comber gripped his knife under his cape, before sprinting as fast as he could after Archie.

"Hahaha! Showed him! He's correct about even the smartest making mistakes but yet didn't consider that even mean martial artists of course as well."

Archie turned his head spotting Comber behind him, with what looked like wind currents behind him.

("What!?")

Comber didn't want to wake her ponies nearby in a town. Oh well some are probably workers at that damn place and deserve it. With a tiny bit more acceleration, Comber broke the sound barrier, speeding past Archie who stopped in place, a red liquid running down his neck. Archie tried to stop the blood from spurting with a firehoof; even though he knew he process would be futile. Comber was 20 hoof steps in front of Archie. He eyes of Archie was able to pick up Comber with his knife out to his right. His hoof was stretched as much as possible, his back rear facing Archie. Archie used both hooves to hold his neck as he was gasping for air, getting down on his knees.

"Ho-how... Are... You-!"

Archie threw up, which was a quarter of blood that enter his wind pipe. His eyes shaking as they go blurry. He looked down at his own hooves to see nothing but dark red blood. He knows a pony can't lose more than half of their body's blood amount. He thought about using his bag as a tourniquet; he couldn't because he left it back behind that tree. His vision went blurry. This is it, he's going to die. Archie fell on both of his rear hooves on his knees.

"That... Fa-st!..."

Archie finally fell down onto the ground, face first into the grass that had been stained by his blood. Comber shook the knife dripping with blood with a violent side swipe, before putting it back in his bag. He turned to Archie slowly, a 180 degrees turn with a tiny bit of blood on him. Comber looked at Archie with pity and regret. He couldn't blame him for leaving the organization. He's basically a hypocrite when he does it or at least plan to.

("Tsk. Send an assassin after me. I dare that place to.")

Comber deviously told himself, before walking over to Archie's body, rolling him over, looking at his chest to see if he was breathing. One of Archie's eyes open so slightly, struggling to reach a hoof out to Comber with a sorrow expression.

"Do-on't let, th-at, place... Cont-trol... you. Let my family know... I love... Th-em."

Archie closed his left eye, his hoof making a thud sound. A breeze of wind blew past them both. Comber took the last words of Archie seriously. He's right, he probably would've told him they will eventually betray you. Comber did feel a little bad for killing him, but a job is a job. If he didn't do it, he'll fail two jobs in one go, and dies from one of them. Comber chuckled at that last part. Granfer would let him have another crack if he did fail. Comber's mane blew with the wind, as he turned towards the direction of Flustered Town. Comber got into a sprinting position, ready to run. Comber smirked, instantly turning towards Archie's direction, running, using his magic to quickly pick him up and take him back to his house, throwing him through the bedroom's window, Archie landed on the black cover bed with white dots as stars on it, as Comber viewed Archie from the broken window; he had a piece of glass lodged into his neck. Comber frowned, then smirked as he turned back towards the direction of Flustered Town, using his magic to teleport a good distance towards it; sprinting after. As the moment he started sprinting. Archie's bag blew away into the tree branches from the wind. The bag hanged down torn up from the branches.

("Time to rest for the next day.")

Comber planned. Most ponies think it's bad to get more sleep but you should ruffly get around 7 hours of sleep, otherwise cognitive behavior and function would not be as good as it should be.

A pink mare under a blue cover with a red colt with a blue mane and tail awoke from the sonic boom Comber made when chasing Archie.

"Did, did you hear that honey?"

The pink mare tapped her husband on the side causing a little bit of discomfort. He rolled over and met her eyes, so pretty he thought. Her cutie mark was two rings together with the F in the middle, meaning forever.

"I did. Wha-!"

the couple room door burst open as two small fillies ran into the room. Seems like their fillies was startled from the sound.

"Mommy!"

"Daddy!"

Two filles, one with a red cost and with green eyes, the other filly held a pink coat with red eyes. They both jumped onto their parents, holding onto them with fear.

"What was that sound!?"

The fillies asked in union. Truth be held the parents didn't know what caused the sound either. The mother gave her husband a look that wanted him to walk them back to the rooms and make sure their safe and fearless. The father did just that, getting up and and walking them back into their rooms, grabbing a book from the shelf, tucking the fillies in the same bed next to each other. He talked to them on the way into their bedroom, assuring them everything will be fine.

"That sound was caused by a Wonderbolt practicing late at night when they shouldn't be. Don't worry about it sweeties.

The fillies felt less fear now knowing it was a Wonderbolt that caused it. They had smiles on their faces as their father read them a book to sleep.

"The End."

The father looked at the fillies to see if they were snoozing which they were. Smiles on their face that brighten up his night.

"Goodnight. My sweet fillies."

The father gave them both a kiss on their cheeks before leaving the room, making sure they were tucked in, warm and cuddly

Comber ran through Death Town, seeing the same bloody hoof print in that one house once again, as he passed the statue to his left, he saw the statue with a sword pointing up with a black pony stabbing it through another, as he looked at the blade, Comber saw a colt with a missing horn shaking ahd making muffles of pain. Comber ignored the colt not caring a damn about what happens in this town. How come Celestia didn't demolished this town yet he thought. Comber escaped Death Town and now was heading towards Flustered Town, he will appear at his house from the backyard. This can be his night run he thought. He already just break the sound barrier. Oh well more exercise the better right?

("Wonder what caused that colt to be put onto that statue penetrated through up from his bottom?")

Comber really didn't care about the colt, but the brutality of the other part of that blade leaving the toso with intestines on it and hanging was just nasty, but deserving to those ponies. They're nothing but savages and monsters in his eyes. Comber entered Flustered Town. As he ran for a little bit longer, he spotted his house from the distance, before Comber knew it he was in front of his fence, jumping over it with great speed.

("The darkness is peaceful ain't it?")

"Yes! That's quicker than last time! I hope this pattern stays for tomorrow's lessons!"

Nome was training his reaction speed, timing it everytime in his head, he could tell he was improving. Just a little more practice and maybe he'll be as fast as Comber? Nome doubts that as that reaction speed he displayed doesn't seem normal by pony anatomy. Sometimes he wonders if Comber is a pony. Nome watched as the shadows covered the ladder he had down. That wasn't enough to stop his training though, he walked towards his house, turning on the back lights that shine onto Nome and the once shadow covered ladder; Nome's eyes shimmer with confidence. He was going to show Comber he's improving and taking his lessons seriously. He's going to make him proud.

Comber threw his cape back into the washer, walking back out of the room, looking at a picture of his father. He had a cheerful smile when he was a filly in the picture. His father was looking down looking like he's giving him a pat with a smile on his face in the photo. Where did he's mother go though? He always wondered? He laid down on he couch, remembering his filly hood. Before the organization it was good. Deep down he always wanted to be a hero, but doesn't life have different plans... Comber looked around his house, ready to clean it; his horn illuminated with magic, casting a clean spell or more like a dusting spell. After he rolled over, just thinking and waiting for his cape to be done washing so he can dry it and go to bed for the place that is such a dread. Comber stepped off his couch and made his way towards the washer, taking his cape out and throwing it into the dryer.

("Alrighty, change of plans.")

Comber smirked as he made his way towards his gym room. He opened the door and walked in. Ah the smell in here because of the automatic air freshener is always nice; normally gyms smell like sweat and oder but Comber's was far from that. Comber grabbed the nearest weight, the one closest to the mats on the dumbbell rack as it was the previous one he was using. Comber started doing hammer exercises with them, then after completing a set of 50 on each forehoof, then his rear hooves. He put the weight on the ground, dead lifting them. Normally the dumbbells are lightweight that you wouldn't lift like a dumbbell, however these are different. These dumbbells was created by his father. Some he can't even lift, such as the 10,000 pound ones. What material did he use anyway? Comber stopped after 50 again, putting them on the rack and walking out into the laundry room, taking his cape out of the dryer and putting it on the hat rack. Comber didn't have to turn the lights off as they are movement sensors. Comber laid down on his couch again, his head against the blue soft pillow. He slowly drifted into sleep.

Author's Note

I wonder what it's like running at that speed at that time of night? If you read up to this point, you are amazing! Stay safe!