"Come attack me Nome. I would like to see where you stand when it comes to combat."

Nome was nervous, he knew he had to shake that feeling. He took a deep breath, then breathed out. He closed his eyes and opens them. He slapped his face two times, before facings Comber again. He saw Comber indicating with a hoof to attack him. Nome knew better to not trick Comber. This fight is not a real fight, it's training, or more like a test, a mark. Comber's not going to kill or hurt him badly. Nome stared at Comber with an intense confident look.

"Alright, here I come!"

Nome charged at Comber, his speed increasing faster and faster. Comber watched Nome closely, he's mostly dominant on his right side so he'll use that hoof to attack him. Why is he just charging at him? He's just running in a straight line. That attack anypony can see from the farthest their eyes allow them to see. Nome attempted to punch Comber in the jaw. Comber dogged to the left, evading the attack, grabbing Nome's right hoof, giving the apprentice an erie confused glare.

"See Nome, you let your movements warn your opponent how you'll attack. Never do that. Instead, I'd recommend you running at them, moving around as much as possible so they don't figure out what side you're the most dominant with, because if they do, and if I was a bully or even worst, a killer, which technically I am, you would have been toast if their counter was quick and fatal."

Comber let go of Nome's right hoof. Nome pulled his right hoof back, looking down with a disappointed expression. The apprentice turned his attention back up to Comber who's expression was a tuff one.

"That's another thing I wanted to let you know. Nome, I saw you calm yourself before attacking me, which was a very smart thing to, however, depending on the circumstances you don't want to show your opponent you're losing your cool, especially because of them."

Nome looked had he stared into space, all Comber said made common and sense. If your opponent knows you fear them, then they have the boost in confidence they surely don't need, since you have none.

"Alright then. How about this-!"

Nome attempted to punch Comber in the nose. Comber grabbed the punch, spinning Nome's hoof, making Nome spin very shortly, hitting the ground with his body and barely chin.

"Well that's a little better, however you want to not let your opponent know what your next plan of attack is when you are talking by the tone of your voice."

Nome got up swiftly, staring at Comber with a anxious face.

"And lose the anxiety Nome. This is no fight to the death, this is training for you. Because if you were to fight me, well you truly know how it would end as of now."

Comber bluntly told Nome. Who's eyes shook, then stopped; he's afraid Comber read him like a book but embarrassed at the same time. Comber's right, it was stupid to try to treat this like an actual fight.

"And your punches are indecisive. Turn with your body as well as put all you might into the punch, especially against me. It that doesn't work you might want to attempt to attack with your other limps, such as your legs. Here, watch me, I'll show you the difference between an in decisive strike and an decisive attack."

Comber walked towards the dummies in his backyard, using his magic to lift two of them up, and repair all the damage done to all the dummies. Comber was in front of a dummy, turning his attention back to Nome, who was steadily watching Comber.

"Watch closely Nome."

Comber threw a punch straight forward. The punch hit the dummy, knocking the head back, causing it to recoil to the front again.

"That's a incorrect way of throwing a punch Nome. Don't do this often unless you need a very swift attack."

Nome understood Comber. Wait why not punch fast and strong? Maybe both are unavailable?

"If you don't mind me asking Comber, why can't we attack with speed and force?"

"Ah, Nome, that's a good question my friend. First I want you to learn how to actually throw a punch, then I'll teach you how to do that, although that should already be easy to learn."

Nome smirked at Comber with confidence.

"Yes I do, just punch correctly and then practice doing it very swiftly."

"Exactly. Now pay attention on how you actually should punch."

Comber scooted a hoof back, turning his body with his attack, making sure all the force is directed into the left hoof. He hit the dummy in the left side of the jaw. Nome was shocked as he saw the head fly into a bush. That was a decapitation!

"Sometimes I forget just how strong you are Comber."

Comber chuckled. Walking towards Nome left side. Nome turned his eyes towards Comber.

"Well, many ponies do. Now repeat what I did on that dummy."

Comber pointed a hoof towards the dummy to their right. Nome nodded at Comber, walking over to the dummy, giving it a long stare, planning his attack. Comber watched Nome movements. He had already made some errors. Nome pictured how Comber punched, he scooted a hoof back like Comber, and turned to his left with a push forward, the punch connected towards the face, knocking the head back and forth. Comber watched as the dummy nose began to bleed red color water from the nose, man magic creations can be so realistic. Comber saw Nome's eyes close on impact, and there's another mistake he made.

"Very good Nome, however I must point out some flaws you made."

Nome was glad Comber liked how he punched, he punched just like Comber would've at full force. The apprentice didn't pull his punch at all; that just shows the difference in strength between him and Comber. Nome wasn't happy Comber said he made mistakes, but he guessed being a martial art master, he would have saw all his movements and reactions.

"Alright, first of all you should not give your opponent a long glaring session, as this can cause the opponent to gain confidence, especially if you're smaller than him. Second, you closed your eyes before and after you felt the punch connected, is that because of the pain to come? or was it because you didn't want to see the aftermath of your punch?"

Nome walked back to Comber's right side. He had an embarrassed expression.

"Kinda three things. The third I wanted to focus all of more force into that punch so I closed my eyes tightly."

Comber kept his stern face. Nome wasn't lying to him. Comber gave Nome an joyful smirk.

"I understand you, but please don't close your eyes when attempting to punch or even attack your opponent. You may believe honestly it'll land but in reality, your opponent can be just like you, and do the opposite, which is to dodge your attack, then land a counter attack."

Nome looked back at the dummy, imaging what Comber said. Comber's absolutely right. Celestia how stupid is himself?

"Try again Nome. I want to see how'll you attack now knowing that."

Nome nodded at Comber, walking up to the dummy, and punching it again the same way, but this time without flinching or closing his eyes. He smirked as he turned to Comber, who gave a approval smirk.

"Very good Nome. Now we can move onto the next steps for you!"

Nome walked towards Comber, staring him in the face. Comber kept his smirk, he's happy to see his student's progress so far.

"What are the next steps Comber."

Comber laughed.

"Practice punching that dummy some more and we will continue. I want you to find a fighting stance for yourself; you've seen mine however that might not be your stance my friend. All warriors are different in their stances and each stance has it's own purposes. This solo depends on the fighter, whatever one they're adopt is on them."

Nome started to deep think about a stance for himself, but what are some of the common fighting stances?

"So what do I do then, like how do I know what stance is good or not? What are the common fighting stances?"

Comber closed his eyes, thinking to himself, before looking around his backyard, watching his neighbor's tree to the left of his mansion lose a branch. The branch flew and hit another tree, breaking into pieces. He turned his attention back to Nome's position.

"A stance is a position you'll stand in, and in martial arts this means a stance you are comfortable with when defending, attacking and evading, especially at the start of every battle."

Nome took a second to think, then smirked at Comber, he has a stance he'll try out.

"Alright, Comber, I read you loud and clear!"

Nome was confident he could do this within a very short time. He walked over to the dummy, got into a stance with both rear hooves spread, punching forward, hitting the pony dummy in the gut; he didn't like the feeling this stance gave him, he pulled a hoof back like Comber, and then spread only his left rear hoof, then attacked again, this feeling felt like it gave off less force. Or was it fatigue from the last attack?

"Good progress Nome. I'm confident you'll be able to fight in no time!"

Comber joyfully yelled to Nome, encouraging him. Nome put his left hoof out in front of him, over his head, using his right hoof to uppercut the dummy in the jaw, knocking it down. Comber was impressed, seems like he found a stance he feels comfortable with. The part time assassin walked towards Nome with a smirk, stopping when he was on Nome's left side.

"Well, I'm glad, you finally found your stance. How do you feel about that stance?"

Nome imagine himself, he feels comfortable however it does have it flaws. Nome turned to Comber with a worrisome smile.

"I dunno, I feel like it's for me, but you can tell it has obvious flaws."

Comber kept his expression before responding.

"Most combats strategies have it flaws, and that includes on how you like to fight. Nome, I feel like that stance fits you very well. You can see that dummy can't you?

"Yes."

"Out of all the attacks you landed on it, the dummy took the most damage from that recent stance of yours. The reason you're not feeling right about it is because you're not used to it yet. I will say that stance on the other hoof is interesting. You have your guard ready with that left hoof over your head, shows you're ready to block, however if that strike of yours don't land, and let's say was grabbed, then you might either fall or have to lower your guard to do something, like maybe go on the offense. I'm not saying that stance is a bad one, I'm saying you might want to improve a little with it."

Nome never thought Comber could talk so much. He must very like martial arts. Nome understood each word Comber spoke to him, but how would he evolve this stance without changing it dramatically?

"I have a question Comber. How will I improve this stance of mine without really changing it dramatically?"

Comber took a couple of moments to think about the question Nome just asked him before responding.

"You won't change the stance dramatically and if that stance still doesn't fit you, even after more practice, then I'll recommend changing it. All ponies change every day, either by a lot or very little. You might change is a little or a lot but not too much, unless you are changing the stance completely, which are you Nome?"

Nome looked down in disappointment then back up at Comber.

"I dunno Comber, I'll practice some more with this stance and change some of the prospects of it. I'll let you know how I feel after."

Comber smirked.

"That's the spirit Nome."

Comber watched Nome walk away and towards another dummy to their right, the part time assassin used his magic to repair and set up the other 3 dummies. Comber stood up on all four hooves, crossing what would be his front hooves together. He watched Nome changed postures constantly, eventually he saw Nome use the same stance, again, and then again, that must be the stance he's pursuing. Nome yelled as he slid a hoof back like Comber, and punched forward with all his might, breaking the dummy's neck. Nome was scared but satisfied, this dummy isn't too far from an actual pony in appearances. He's not the killing type which is why he cleans the organization instead of helping with production. The apprentice took a deep breath before turning around and give Comber a smile.

"Very good Nome! Good progress!"

Nome was happy to hear Comber complement him, he was also satisfied, when he's done he can't wait to test out these new skills he's learning. Comber watch Nome attack again, with two chops on sides of the neck, causing the dummy to be decapitated. Nome wasn't expecting liquid that was color like blood to spurt out of the neck cavity, but hey when you're an expert fighter and an assassin like Comber, then you must need the realistic type of dummy. The apprentice cover his face with his left hoof. Nome had a satisfied expression illuminating. Comber walked towards his apprentice, a smirking smile could be seen on his face.

"Good job Nome. If that was a worker or an actually pony, you would've killed them no doubt."

Nome gave Comber a confident smirk. Comber's words was Nome's thoughts exactly.

"My thoughts exactly, so what's the next step?"

Comber smirk disappeared to a strict expression.

"Well now you're going to practice combo fallow up attacks. You must know the anatomy of your opponent, which is normally a pony. I recommend you start off with a gut punch, fallowing that attack swiftly to the jaw, then the kidneys. The rest of the attacks are up to you."

Nome nodded, walking towards the other dummy, the one to the left of the dummy he decapitated, he took a deep breath in, then got in his stance. The apprentice punch the pony dummy in the gut, then fallowed the attack with a chop to the left kidney, then gave the dummy an uppercut to the jaw. The dummy fell over, fake blood pouring out of it mouth. Comber walked towards Nome, standing aside him on the right side.

"You did good Nome. However, I did say fallow the attacks I instructed with ones of your own. But you did good, you put a lot of power behind those punches; now I know my teachings are working. However you was supposed to perform the uppercut second then the attacks to the kidneys third."

Nome turned with temporary disappointment on his face, then smiled at Comber with closed eyes.

"You're teachings are no doubt very great! You explain it-!"

"In a way you would understand, yes. Don't forget Nome I know you very well. You may think you know me very well but there's a lot you really don't know about me. You know me as a friend but you only see the shadow. You will see the true me soon hopefully."

Nome didn't understand what Comber said. See the true him? Ain't this himself? A martial artist?

"Um... You mean a fighter or martial artist right Comber?"

"No. When I finally leave the organization you'll see."

Nome took moments to think about what Comber just told him. When he leaves the organization. Does he intend to find another job? If do probably one he's passionate about.

"Ah I see Comber, you interested in another job."

Comber chuckled at Nome.

"What pony that works there ain't? That's a rhetorical question Nome."

"Because they're insane!"

"I said rhetorical question Nome, that's means don't respond to or answer the question my friend."

"Right. Sorry!"

Nome felt a little embarrassed for not knowing what a rhetorical question was, but he glad he does now, even though it's petty.

"Alright, now perform multiple strikes to that dummy"

Comber pointed to the dummy to their left. Nome fallowed Comber's hoof to the dummy with his eyes, after, walking towards the dummy.

"Now make sure to plan your attacks. Think of the injury and pain it can cause your opponent. That's what combos you should look for!"

Nome turned around, nodding his head at Comber with a yes, then turning his head back to the dummy. He took a moment to think about what he learn in biology class in pony anatomy. Nome finished planning his next actions, he pulled a hoof back, getting into a stance similar to Comber's, then thrusting the hoof forward, hitting the dummy in the neck, then a quick elbow to the nose; the dummy fell backwards, with fake blood coming out of his nose and mouth. Nome turned his head back to Comber, who was giving him a nod up and down. Comber watch as sky slowly dim down as the sun fade behind the mountain, he'll guess he'll teach Nome more tomorrow, right now Nome's going to finish the combos attacks, then he's going to probably have to leave; he's got business to attend too; if those workers or killers want to attempted to fight or kill him, they'll pay. Comber watched Nome perform more combo attacks after Nome picked up the dummy again. Although some of the attacks was plan, other attacks wasn't, and that's okay, because in an actual fight when the opponent is going to fight back you won't have time to plan or power your punches up in, alongside strategic attacks. You still have to plan and think however, but make sure you're doing that while fighting at the same time. Nome walked back to Comber. As Nome walked towards his best friend, Comber looked behind him and saw the dummy what would be a blood mess if that was an opponent. Nome eyes locked with Comber's eyes.

"How'd I do Comber?"

Comber smirked, already ready to give Nome his grade on the first day of training.

"You did above average, although you have things to still work on and as you can probably notice, the sun is slowly fading, which means it's almost your time to go home."

Nome smiled at Comber. Thanking him for his training session.

"We can continue more tomorrow if you like? I have plenty more to teach you."

"Agreed!"

Nome was enthusiastic he can learn more about martial arts. He was Now getting into it. Nome can see why Comber likes it.

"Alright then, you know the way we came from so let's-!"

"Wait! I want to help you fight those killers."

Comber was in disbelief. Nome just started learning martial arts, what makes him think he can actually take on 12 killers? Comber can't defend himself and None as well. It's too dangerous.

"I'm sorry my friend, I don't want you to get injured or even worse, killed."

Comber started walking towards his mansion, Nome started fallowing him. He was worried about Comber, he could die against those killers. Comber gave Nome a confident smirk.

"Don't worry my friend, I'm fine. Those killers are going to learn the hard way why it's not a good idea to mess with somepony with way more experience then them."

Nome felt a little relief hearing Comber tell him that, but even so, is he really sure he can handle all 12 of them by himself?

"A-alright, if you think you can handle it, but please Comber... Don't die."

The two walked out of the greenhouse and into the kitchen. Comber was surprised to hear how much Nome cares about him. Most of the ponies in this town would only care about you if they can get use out of you, but Nome, the tone in his voice doesn't give him those vibes.

"Hehehe. I won't Nome."

Comber and Nome walked into the living room, on the circle pink and blue pattern rug. Nome walked towards the door, turning around and looking at Comber.

"You better not... I'll see you tomorrow Comber, I wish you the best of luck with those killers!"

Nome walked out the door, with a slight smile on his face, he made sure Comber saw it. Comber gave Nome a confident smirk when Nome looked at him. Comber watched Nome walked out of he door, shutting it slightly hard.

("Hope those killers are not out there otherwise Nome might have to help fight them.")

Comber walked towards his door, looking out the peep hole watching Nome walk away into the sunset. Comber didn't see any bloodlust, so obviously there's no killers here yet. The part time assassin walked towards his kitchen, looking at the lights; the lights still have 2 more phases to go-! Now the lights have one more phase, they dim gray with some tan in them. Comber put his front hooves on the counter, leaning on it. Stratifying his plan of approaching the killers. He had some ideas. Most likely those dumb killers would show up, and who even knows, they might even knock on his door for how stupid they must be.

("Tch, a bunch of idiots if they do that they are even stupider than challenging me. What courage they have though.")

Comber wanted just to put his cape on the rack, hanging it up, and then going outside to workout some more, then relax on his couch. The house is cleaned already from the morning so there's not much for him to do. At least he'll be entertained by the killers that attempt to come for him, heck, for all he knows they probably don't even have a legitimate plan for fighting him. They must really want to die if that's the case. Comber can't stand that place as is and this is one of the straws why. Comber grabbed his knife out of his bag as he started sensing 4 different bloodlusts making their way towards his front door. Looks like they are going to be dumb. Comber threw his bag on the couch. His knife held into the air. The light rebounded of the metal blade. Comber pulled his right hoof holding his knife at his side. The part time assassin turned his eyes towards the kitchen, still sensing more bloodlust approaching his front door; now there's like 8 of them. That settles it, they are definitely units of 4, so if there's 12 ponies in general then that means their is 3 units. Wasn't their suppose to be 4 units of their ponies? Maybe that's still the case and they linked up like that because that's who they want to be near by? The lights in the kitchen went as gray as they can get, stars being illuminated around the whole kitchen, this means it's now night time. Comber walked towards his front door, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He told Nome he ain't going die tonight and he doesn't like lying.

("Get the next 4 of your group you morons. I'm going to make you all regret coming after me.")

Comber was a little annoyed that these workers think they can get a promotion if they kill him. That's not how it works and if you're caught killing a co-worker than you will pay a heavy price you don't want to pay. You surely won't get a promotion unless the leader of the organization plan that pony death himself and ordered you to kill them, which the leader's on his side so that very doubtful. Comber sensed four more bloodlust, he smirked, they're talking, well then, may the battle begin. Comber kept a firm grip on his knife. He saw the 12 killers approaching his door, what looks like the leader with the scar on his eye knocked on the door. Comber sensed the bloodlust emitting from him. He had an axe in his right hoof. Comber made sure to note this in his mind. That leader's an idiot, maybe if Comber was naive he would open the door and receive an axe to the face and forehead. He's not stupid. The part time assassin chuckled. Comber took a step back, closing his eyes.

("The farthest bloodlust is... You!")

Comber thought to himself, his horn illuminating with red magic. Comber was behind the entire group.

"Well colts and mares! He's just axing for it!"

Comber watched as the leader's axe went into his door. This infuriated him. How dare he do that to his home! How the buck didn't any of these killers know where Comber live anyway?

"Hey! Am I the colt you're looking for!?"

Comber shouted at he group, which shocked them. How did he know they were all going to show up? Welp, there goes their element of surprise. What a shame. Now they're going to have to slaughter him the old fashion way. The group turned towards Comber's voice, eventually facing his direction, they all locked eyes with Comber. The leader decided to leave his ale in Comber's door.

"So, you didn't run away after all!"

The leader emerging from the group, from the middle with a cocky confident smirk on his face. Comber felt disgusted looking at the leader. No wonder why he's so confident, with all those scars he thinks he can push through the pain; he could have been in many fights too. Comber made sure to note this down mentally.

"If you know me very well... I don't run from fights!"

6 killers started to laugh. That wasn't a joke Comber told so why on Celestia name is they laughing like he's joking.

"Oh my friend Comber."

"Not your friend! Friends don't kill each other!"

"Ah... So you do know what I mean after all... This is no fight. This is... A massacre."

"Tch! Bring it then! I'll show you all why you don't mess with the highest ranks of the place you work at!"

"If you insist. Ronald, beat him up."

"As you wish my sir."

Ronald ran at Comber, Comber smirked, so he only sending one of he's group members to fight him. What a very foolish idea. Comber blocked Ronald's punch, grabbing his hoof as Ronald did to him.

"That's good... Don't let go!"

Comber grabbed onto the hoof that was grabbing his. Ronald could feel his left hoof being crushed. Comber ran towards a neighbor's black fence. The fence was made of metal with sharp points at the top. You could get tetanus from that fence. The colt bites Comber hard on his hoof. Comber fought through the pain, pushing Ronald's left hoof forward at fence, slamming his face into it. Blood poured from the forehead. Comber quickly let go of the hoof, jumped backwards, slamming his hind hooves down on the colt's skull that was leaning on the fence. The skull cracked open, blood and brains splattering through the fence. Comber fell backwards on purpose, then caught himself on his front hooves, back flipping all the way back to the group; Comber did a barrel roll in the air, facing the group when he landed with a thump.

"What friends and team you all are. Now you're down to 11. Leave now, because I won't give you all the chance again!"

The group leader walked closer to Comber.

"Why do you think I sent him first, because I knew he would die. Pathetic. If you think killinf that inexperienced moron is worth anything!"

The group leader said, ripping a scar on his hoof open. Luckily the scar was small otherwise it would've eventually lead to blood lost. Comber was thinking on why he did that, eventually spotting 11 more scars. Does he plan to have all his co-workers killed first then himself, picking the last scar apart.

"I don't take pride in killing none of you. You're all pathetic to me."

The leader of the group was a little flustered. Why is Comber so damn confident. He's going to learn the hard way why you don't get to cocky.

"Is that so, then are you advising we-!"

"Sir, I advised that we-!"

Gumbo wasn't haven't talk back with any of his subordinates, he punched Drake in the nose giving him a nose bleed. Comber couldn't believe the audacity of that leader, wait no, he's the manager of that floor, wait is he his floor's manager? If so he's the biggest moron of all of them no matter how smart he tries to act. Drake wiped his black nose. A tiny amount of tears in his eyes; he couldn't believe that Gumbo would do that. All Drake was trying to do was help.

Lure! Alice! Ventor! Attack him all together! Hold him in place with your magic Ventor!

"Well do sir!"

The three killers unionizing replied. They all charged Comber, yelling while running. Does Gumbo think this whole ordeal is a game. Comber was getting annoyed by the thought he being treated as a game. If Ventor thinks he's going to hold him in place with magic, well... This will be a good deceptive attack. When Lure and Alice was close enough, magic surrounded Comber, who faked struggling.

"Take this you overrated hide!"

"I'm going to enjoy this!"

The two earth ponies threw their hooves at Comber, aiming for his face, directly at his nose. Comber smirked, already ready to put his plan into action.

"Celestial cancel."

Comber muttered out, watching as the blue aura disappear from around him. The two colts looked like they were in slow motion. Did he just-!?

"What-!?"

"Huh-!?"

Comber bent down, giving the two colts, one black and one gray an uppercut in the jaw. Comber jumped up over the black colt, punching his left him through his stomach, ripping out the intestines. Before the gray colt could finish falling, Comber swung the intestines around like a lasso, tossing it over the gray colt's neck.

"Wait! Please!"

The gray colt attempted to plea;, but his voice went on deaf ears. Comber yelled as he swung the intestines made lasso behind him, then in front of him like a spinning wheel, slamming his body onto the ground. Limbs flew, the head broke, and the ribs was hanging out of the colt's body. Comber looked at his hoof, it was bloody, disgusting.

"Why you-!"

"No ventor! Stay where you are!

Gumbo commanded. Looking at his right hoof, plucking two more scars from it. He fidget a little. Comber noticed this. That colt is insane. How could you look at your co-workers that should be friends as an injury wound to pluck? Some of the killer had expressions that yelled them regretting this plan to kill Comber.

"That's it! Steve! Bonk! Ramlina! Ventor! Kill him! Grab your weapons!"

"Yes sir!"

Comber got into stance, his right front hoof hirozontally over his forehead. He smirked.

The group pulled their weapons out, running at Comber. Comber moved his head to the left avoiding an axe. He blocked the mallet Bonk was holding; he quickly had to get his wits back, moving to the right, avoiding a stab to the body from a brown handle with red in the middle knife that was long. Comber quickly grabbed the hoof with the knife, putting pressure on it, the hoof let go of the knife, as soon as it did Comber grabbed it, stabbing the colt through the neck. Comber pulled the knife out of the neck, quickly turning around, grabbing another punch Steve was throwing at him. Comber swung his hoof with the knife in it fast at Steve. Steve blocked the attack, receiving an huge slash down the hoof. Steve attempted to punch Comber who ducked, turning around and stabbing Ramlina through the chest, directly through the heart. Comber could feel the pulses beat slower and slower to their was no more pulses. Comber dropped the knife that was more like a dagger. Steve watch has the knife fell and the way Comber looked at him.

"You turn next. your other two friends are fatally injury."

"Oh you're talking about Ramlina and Bonk. They're not my friends, just co-workers. And I'm not alone just yet."

Ventor shot an arrow at Comber. Comber heard the sound of the arrow, quickly ducking. The bloodlust was too high for the shot not to be made at his head. Comber turned his head behind him watching as the arrow quickly made its way into the tree bark, cracking it. Comber shook his head, running at Steve, jumping behind him. As Comber was in mid air he was grabbed by Ventor's magic once again.

"Celestial cancel!"

The magic binding Comber disappeared, Comber landed, swiftly performing a 360° turn, facing Steve face. Steve looked behind Comber, at Gumbo. Gumbo removed two more scars. Steve got upset about his co-workers, self included being looked at as wounds. Steve let the rage build in him, directing it all at Comber. Steve rushed Comber with the intention to beat him to death.

"Um sir, shouldn't we help!?"

Gumbo turned around, punching a colt in the face.

"No, we will if he handles these 2."

"Handle... These... Two..."

Gumbo's group started chatting behind Gumbo's back. Gumbo turned around to them.

"Oh quit your chatting, you see these too was-!"

Gumbo turned around quickly to see Comber walking towards Gumbo with what seems to be like two organs in his left hoof.

"Here you go! The fight sure took the (breath) out of him."

Gumbo was in disbelief and shocked. He just turned away for like 5-10 seconds. What the buck! Venture shot another arrow at Comber. Comber used his magic to grab the arrow in the air, turning it around and shooting it back at Venture. You fight fire with fire Venture thought, using his magic again to grab the arrow turning towards Comber. Wait where's Comber? Wasn't he-!

"Hey, moron, behind you!"

Comber swiped Venture's hooves, causing him to fall on his back. Comber realized Ventor didn't cancel his magic.

"Celestial cancel."

Comber wanted to insult Venture more but didn't because of pity. It's shameful to be on a roof and shoot arrows at your opponent, simple cowardly. Comber grabbed the arrow with his magic, shooting it forward. Venture saw Comber's plan, he attempted to jump, but as he did Comber grabbed his back right hoof slamming him down at the right time for the arrow to vertically puncture through the skull and into the body. Comber removed his right hoof off Venture.

"Weakling! Fight like a colt next time! Wait there's no next time, haha!"

Comber said looking up and at the rest of the group with a confident normal expression. Comber jumped down from the building, flipping until he felt like he was a close distance to the rest of the group of killers.

"Bravo Comber!"

Gumbo clapped for a moment, then pulled another scar from his left hoof; Comber watched as Gumbo licked the blood that came out of the stich. That's disgusting. Gumbo looked if he had enjoyed the blood.

"That's what a true monster and killer likes. Blood, we like blood and yours will be spilled."

"Come try it then, I beat that confident right out of you!"

Comber speed walked towards the group with a smirk on his face. He was confident in his abilities to take this group along with their despicable evil leader Gumbo.

"Alright, the rest of the group, attack that tiny colt! Charge him and kill him!"

"Yes sir!"

The group said all together before running at him with speed. Three colts at the front attempted to punch Comber in the face. Comber jumped over the group, landing in the middle of the running heard. Gumbo watched from a distance with a smile.

("Better plan to pick these scars too.")

Comber quickly put his knife in his bag as the colts surrounded and approached him. Comber looked around.

"they cut all of the directions off. Looks like I just got to clear the way then."

2 colts threw punches a Comber, Comber blocked them, swiping a hoof down at them, having it dodge. The part time assassin sensed the bloodlust behind him. He turned around to avoid a machete to the neck, he ducked, quickly punching into the colt's chest, pulling his hoof back out.

"Now you got my cape all dirty."

Two colts grabbed Comber from behind, four colts was in front of him punching him in the face.

"Say goodbye to all you're teeth!"

"He doesn't even use them anyways!"

"Let's see the knock out happen!"

"Die! Die"!

Blood started to leak from Comber's nose after 12 punches. Comber smirked.

("Nice to know my durability increase.")

Comber happily thought to himself. What does he like being punched in the face or something? The other colts thought to themselves, getting angry that they seemed to be made of a joke or test for Comber. Comber broke free of the colts' grasp, he then turned around.

"Simply weak!"

Comber yelled, punching the colts in front of him in the face, then quickly headbutting the colts behind him. The colts in front of him grabbed Comber's neck. Comber felt magic binding him too.

"Celestial cancel."

The magic bindings was removed. Comber pushed through the hooves holding him in place. He quickly turned around, punched one in the face; another colt threw a punch at Comber's neck. Comber blocked the attack, swiftly ducking. If he was going to attack, then he needs to quickly stand straight back up. Comber punched the colt to his left very hard in his throat. The colt fell down coughing blood up. Comber received a punch to his left cheek. Comber quickly turned around, attempting to punch him in the chest. The colt swiftly moved to the left and punched Comber, then attempting to stab him in the face. Comber dodged, then grab the hoof, twisting it, making the knife fall out of the hoof, Comber then used his magic to shoot the knife up at the colt while in a hoof to hoof stand off with the colt. The colt felt a sharp pain in his chest, he looked down feeling blood leaking off of him, he looked at Comber with a disbelief face with anger.

"You damn monster..."

Comber pushed the colt away onto the ground, feeling and hearing a Colt running behind him, jumping onto his back, using a hoof to attempt to strangle Comber. Comber shook back and forth. The colt held on, taking his clever out and slicing Comber in the back. Comber felt the clever go in; he can't deal with a killer behind him and the ones in front of him. That's it! Comber used all his strength to shake the colt off of him, then turned his attention to the ones in front of him stabbing him in the front hooves. Are they stupid!? Go for the body where most vitals are. Comber quickly turned around, slamming a hoof down on the colt's head, crushing it. The colt should've let go of his weapon. He then picked up the clever the colt dropped, wiping brains off it. Three more colts ran at Comber, the part time assassin turned around with the clever held firmly tight in his right front hoof. Comber with blood running down his face and gushing out of his back, Comber swung the clever at the necks of the approach colts, missing two but hitting one, decapitating him. The colt's head flew over to his once co-workers, the colts looked at him when they caught him in their magic, before putting his severed head into a hoof and throwing it at Comber. Comber used his magic to push the head towards the leader, who caught the head and began squeezing it, the teeth flew out, as the he skull cracked, then the nose bones shattered, The skull burst open brains flew out and onto the ground. The Gumbo had all eyes on him.

"Well... This will be your fate... Comber!"

The leader gave Comber an evil smile before dropping the crushed head. Comber turned his attention back to the killers. He was still holding onto the clever in his right hoof. Gumbo removed another scar from his left hoof, Gumbo was satisfied. How could an leader be satisfied of his members deaths? Comber dodged a punch, hitting them in the chest with the back of the clever. Comber swiftly turned around, tanking a punch to the face. The part time assassin stabbed the clever into the colt's face on the right side, after grabbing the colt by the back of his head, kneeing the clever through the skull, then pulling the clever back towards him; Comber lose grip of the clever, losing the weapon to another colt who swung the clever at Comber immediately. Comber blocked the attack with his hoof, making sure it hit the hoof in a vertical way and not like a branch on a board way; this angered Comber.

"Get the buck off me you bunch of hide holes!"

Comber yelled, using all his force from his body and hooves to him the ground, blowing the group away; he then used a spell to heal the gushing wound on his hoof from the clever.

"Tsk! That's it!"

Comber ran at the group, they did the same, Comber quickly used a hoof to punch the colt in front of him, then another colt to his left, blocking the attack from another mare from behind. Comber turned to the colt holding the clever.

"Die like a headless horseman!"

Comber used his hooves to turned the colt's head with an serious expression. At the last moment he teleported towards the south of where he was standing. The colts looked back at him with annoyance. The colt with the clever had it stuck in the ground. Comber ran at them again, when Comber was close enough, he raised his body, tanking the attack which was a punch to the chest and other punches to the sides: Comber quickly swiped the hooves of two colts in front of him, watching them fall.

"Pointless."

Comber said with annoyance, turning around and blocking two more punches. Comber moved left and right to avoid their attacks as the killers did the same to avoid Comber's punches. Comber found his opening; with quicker reaction speed then the average colt, Comber grabbed the left hoof of a yellow mare, swinging her behind him; she flapped her wings but the force down was too strong, the mare was slammed down to the ground by a single hoof; the direction of this attack was to one of the colts on the ground however they got back up already, avoiding the attack. The mare distorted and in pain. Comber turned his attention to the running colts.

"You dying you big shot!"

"You don't deserve that rank you have."

Comber was getting irritated, there they go again; always the envy over his rank and that he doesn't deserve it like they are more worthy of owning his rank. Comber doesn't even care about rank. Even ponies with a lot of experience makes mistakes; nopony is perfect. Comber quickly grabbed both of their hooves, using his magic around him.

"Die!"

Comber yelled, slamming the colts heads together; then slamming one down with all his force. Blood splattered as the colt's limbs was dislocated. Comber was about to slam the other colt down onto the colt he just slam down but wasn't surprised when that unicorn used magic. Comber quickly used his magic to hold the colt on the ground in place; the part time assassin walked towards the colt, who was red and blue and yellow lines in his mane and tail. The colt's eyes widen as Comber's right hoof was risen. This is it he's going to die, no not here! The colt used all his strength to struggle, but it was no use, Comber's magic was simply to strong for him to physically disbursed. He can't even move his limbs correctly. Hooves steps could be heard behind Comber, alerting him; Comber knew he had to be quick. Comber slammed his right hoof down onto the colt's stomach, watching blood spurt out of his mouth and back into it. The part time assassin quickly pulled his hoof out of the stomach, literally; parts of the stomach could be seen outside of the body. The colt that was slowly dying now watched as his vision went blurry. He regrets fighting Comber; he shouldn't have agreed with Gumbo and the rest of the unit. The last thing this colt saw was Comber receive a punch in the body by the yellow pegasus who's name was Connie. Comber grabbed Connie's left hoof, twisting it, she flapped her wings to pull Comber up; before Comber loss touch with the ground, he pulled Connie down towards him, giving her a knee to her face, knocking loose two teeth out of her mouth. Comber used his hooves to pull her by her wings towards him, after Comber spin kicked her in the temple. Connie fell unconscious with blood leaking from her left temple. Comber doesn't like using magic in a fight unless he needs to; magic uses a lot of stamina, a lot more than putting in physical effort; unicorns rely on their magic abilities too much. Comber took a glance at Connie eyes, they were close. Connie's mouth was open, she was still breathing, slowly and deeply. She didn't seem like the rest of the group, why is that? Comber could quickly kill her if he wanted to but didn't, he showed her mercy. Comber heard two more ponies running towards him, one's a mare and the other was a colt with green pale skin. Gumbo already plucked two more scars, this time being from his face.

"Hahahaha! I can't wait to kill you, Comber."

Gumbo told himself, watching as Comber and the remaining two of his group members fight.

"Just two more then it's time to fight that big oaf."

Comber stared at the remaining two with confidence. The way they ran, wait they were conserving stamina-! Comber quickly turned around, blocking an attack from one of the colts. This colt had gray coat and the other colt had dark blue coat. Comber blocked both of the colts punches, squatting and then spinning a moment off the ground. The part time assassin turned his attention to one of the colts, unleasing on the offense. The colt blocked and dogged. He was carefully paying close attention to Comber fighting style as well as the same to fight. The blue colt punched Comber in the sides multiple times, the pain wasn't nothing Comber couldn't handle. The two colts pulled their weapons out. The blue coated colt holding a bent up curve knife and the other colt holding a big kitchen knife. Comber focused on dodging their weapons; he noticed they were swinging blindly, like there's no thought behind their attacks. Comber waited for the perfect opportunity, most likely he could get them to attack each other and if he's lucky it could be fatal with the weapons they're using.

("Come on, I know you want to mess up because you're both are messed up.")

Comber was patient with the two colts; if you want a job done right then you have to be calm, collective and patient most importantly. Impatience will lead to failure. Comber watched both colts with his eyes, when the time was right, the moment Comber was waiting for. Comber dashed out of the way, avoiding the attacks of he two, the knife stabbed into the the blue colt chest while the blue colt's sickle went into the other colt's neck from left jugular. Both colts fell down bleeding; Comber seemed to kill them both without needing to attack them. Gumbo was furious to watch both of his workers kill each other, it's treason against him, well the organization; they deserve to die.

"Tsk, what a bunch of nobody losers. Good job Comber. Your tasks have been completed-!"

Comber swiftly the turned around, hearing groans from the blue colt; without warning Comber slammed a hoof down on the colt's skull, causing the colt to bite his tongue off and fall unconscious; he'll suffocate on his own blood now. Comber turned his body with the hoof still on the blue colt's skull. Comber with a devious expression looked at Gumbo with malevolence.

"So no more big talk now? Why the buck would you want to kill your floors most productive unit manager?"

Gumbo giggled. Comber clearly can't see it, well he'll have tell him then.

"The answer is pretty basic Comber. I clearly don't like the relationship you have with the leader of the organization. He'll always pick favorites and when you're involved, the favoritism goes to you. So you're a teacher pet."

Gumbo was upset and agitated. The leader of the four units of three forgot to remove two scars; Gumbo looked down at his body, grabbing the scars and pulling, ripped two more scars open as he walked towards Comber.

"You're insane and I don't like the relationship between me and the leader of the organization! And you call me a teacher pet, but yet you want to be the pet for the leader, how pitiful!"

Gumbo felt a little insulted, but he smiled the retaliation away. Comber's a lier and that's all to it.

"You're a lier... Well doesn't matter, I'm going to kill you myself and then the yellow pegasus you spared. She's going to be fun to mess with too!"

Gumbo started running at Comber; Comber started walking towards Gumbo, increasing his speed as the distance between him and Gumbo closed in. They both threw a punch towards each other, both grabbing each other's hooves, looking a each other or faces.

"Well well... Somepony been taking martial arts. Do you think that'll-!"

Gumbo caught Comber's left hoof quickly. Gumbo smirked at Comber, throwing a punch towards Comber's face; Comber ducked to the right, then quickly bit the hoof. Gumbo let go of Comber's left hoof. Comber took the opportunity to punch Gumbo directly in the face, turning as he did. The punch connected. Gumbo definitely felt that, his face moved with his punch. Comber didn't see any actual movement from Gumbo's body, what Comber could see is a bloodlust emitting from Gumbo. Comber knew what Gumbo was about to do, attack. Comber quickly raised a hoof to block the attack vertically, which was successful. Gumbo was shocked to see Comber block his surprise attack, he was expecting Comber to be overconfident because he kill nearly all of the four units sent after him. Comber quickly spun, flying off the ground by a tiny bit, then attempted to attack Gumbo with a crescent kick, Gumbo caught the attack, grabbing Comber's left rear leg, slamming him to the ground. Comber's mouth open, nothing came out, his face expression quickly turned to annoyance. He used his right rear hoof to kick Gumbo in the face. Gumbo grabbed the attack once again, standing on two hooves.

"You could say I have you by the hooves! Let's go for a ride!"

Gumbo started running with Comber still in his grip, dragging him across the ground, from his mansion, to his neighbor's house across the street; Gumbo was ready to throw Comber into the house, Comber wasn't going to let Gumbo handle him like a rag doll, he grabbed the ground with his front hooves, twisting his body and front hooves; Gumbo wasn't expecting this. Gumbo's hooves got sprained from the turning, either Comber's super flexible or his agility is on another level. Comber fell to the ground; he wasn't going to stay down long; without hesitation he got up on all four hooves, looking around for Gumbo's presence, where is Gumbo at? Comber closed his eyes, keeping them closed for a few more moments. Gumbo was hiding in a tree, holding a crossbow in his hooves, he let the potential energy go, using his magic to keep a very dim grip on it.

"Hahaha!"

Comber turned his head to the laughing, he knew it was Gumbo he was in-!

Comber turned 180° and saw Gumbo in the tree with a crossbow floating with his magic. Comber sensed the bloodlust shift from the tree to the ground behind him. The part time assassin turned around, already seeing Gumbo throw a punch at him. Comber blocked the attack, wait this is a-! Comber turned around in panic, quickly ducking, Gumbo grabbed Comber's head from behind, attempted to pull his head up. The arrow fired into Gumbo's chest.

("Is he stupid why didn't he just use his magic to-! Ah... He can't multitask.")

Comber kept that piece of information as a note. Gumbo pulled the bloody arrow out of his chest, licking the blood. Comber was disgusted watching Gumbo do that.

"Yes... Yes... I'm going to enjoy my execution on you Comber!"

Gumbo said with bloodlust in his tone; he wasn't lying. Gumbo snapped the arrow into two, canceling his own magic after. Gumbo ran at Comber; Comber got in his stance, ready for the incoming bull. Gumbo tried to swipe Comber's hooves from under him; Comber caught himself with his left front hoof, backflipping backwards 7 times. Comber saw Gumbo who was still running at him

"Ahahah! You'll mine Comber you hear me!?"

Comber scanned the area with his eyes. What was Gumbo planning this time? Gumbo looked to the right, spotting a brick hanging out of a wall; does he plan to attack him and then use his magic to possibly blast this brick off at him? When Gumbo got close enough, his horn illuminated, Comber went for a sucker punch, missing, Gumbo uppercut Comber, then a brick was blasted at Comber with magic. Comber grabbed Gumbo's head, holding it in place. Gumbo moved his head, using his hooves to attempt to pull Comber's hooves off his head, the brick hit gumbo in the temple, knocking him to the ground, Comber took 5 steps backwards, watching as gumbo slowly get back up.

"That was a good plan but Could see it a good distance away."

Comber complemented Gumbo who was annoyed to be mocked but glad to be praised.

"Oh... So what gave my plan away?"

"The way you were fighting, it's like you were just a distraction. I could tell."

"Could you now? Die!"

Gumbo shot a magic small beam from his horn at Comber; Comber squatted down, dodging the attack then rushing forward. As he made his way towards Gumbo, Gumbo fired more magic beams at him, each one missing going down going into a house. Comber realized there's a pattern, so why's that? Wait-!

"Stop!"

Comber yelled, teleporting behind Gumbo using his magic, then kicking him in the left side of the neck to the ground. Gumbo slid on the clear as day dirt. The dirt build up on his face. Comber turned around, facing the direction Gumbo went; running in that direction; Gumbo heard Comber's hooves making their way towards him, he grabbed some dirt with his right hoof, when he heard Comber got close enough, he quickly stood up, facing Comber. He attempted to punch Comber with his left hoof, hoping he would grab it, Comber did. Gumbo gave Comber a wicked smirk.

"You fool!"

Comber eyes widen, expecting a knife or weapon of some sort to be used. Gumbo threw his right hoof towards Comber's face; Comber was ready, attempting to block vertically. Comber was surprised the punch went over his head and hoof. Wait, he threw dirt in Comber's eyes, that was his plan all along.

"Ow! you son of!..."

Comber thrust his hoof has hard as he could at Gumbo's face, connecting the devasting punch to Gumbo's nose. Gumbo's nose bleed, blood leaking out of the holes of the nose. Gumbo stumbled backwards, getting back on all four hoof, feeling his nose with his right hoof.

"Well, you fractured my nose Comber! Time to get serious!"

Gumbo used his magic to make a sword appear, the sword was silver with a circle with skulls in it, each skull on the right side had a scar diagonally across the entire face. Comber smirked at the sight of the sword; so no more brawling eh? Comber quickly wiped his eyes out, using his magic as water to clean them. Well then... Time for Gumbo to die. Comber pulled his knife out, holding it in front of him, the knife pointing down.

"Die Comber!"

"Shut the buck up!"

Comber and Gumbo ran at each other. They swung their weapons forward at each other, appearing like they are about to stab each other. The yellow mare woke up, rubbing her forehead, where was she-! Where's Comber? The yellow mare pegasus turned around, reviewing the outcome of the battle with Comber. He killed them all, besides her? He could've killed her but why didn't he? She turned to see Comber and Gumbo in combat. Comber dodged the sword, attempting to stab Gumbo in the jugular veins; Gumbo teleported behind Comber; Comber quickly turned Gumbo's sword hirozontally and blocked the down coming attack. Comber teleported behind Gumbo who was still distracted, Gumbo looked behind him, not seeing Comber, wait-! Gumbo turned his head back to his front. He used a hoof to block the knife, the knife went into the flesh, between the bone. Gumbo took his sword, holding it above Comber, slowly making its way down. Comber quickly let go of his knife, bent down and uppercut Gumbo in the stomach; the pain was serve. Gumbo cough blood in his spit, he fell down holding his stomach, dropping his sword. Gumbo looked at Comber, anger and in pain. Spit and blood was clearly visible on Gumbo's face.

"You know I'm surprised that you didn't die from pulling your stitches apart. Why is-!?"

"That's because...!"

Gumbo grabbed Comber's knife by the handle, getting socked with electricity, as he was being shocked, he used his magic to hold Comber in place, grabbing and aim his sword at Comber. Comber was ready to cancel the magic but another surprised happen.

"Die Comber, let me see those huge guts of yours-!"

A mare yelled, thrusting a certain sword through the body of Gumbo who was in disbelief and sock. Who did that? A... Bystander... But the only one involved in this battle was-! gumbo turned his head around, seeing the same yellow pegasus he had lead to fight against Comber. Comber was shocked as well, he was about to dodge her because he could sense the bloodlust, but then the bloodlust shifted towards Gumbo, which is why he stay where he was. Why did she do that!? The yellow pegasus flew into the sky, watching what happens next.

"I heard what plan you had for me gumbo! Buck you! Kill him Comber, he's a monster!"

So she wasn't unconscious at all, she just appeared to be, what a smart pegasus. Gumbo grabbed the sword, using his magic still.

"Celestial cancel."

"What! No!"

"No healing."

Comber coldly said as he grabbed Gumbo's hoof his knife was in, a red aura surrounded Comber, after, ripping the hoof clean off, pulling the knife out of the hoof's grip. Gumbo yelled in pain, Comber gave him a devious smirk, before spinning with his knife cutting Gumbo's neck clean, it bleed so much Gumbo was about to fall over. Comber then quickly with his right hoof elbowing Gumbo in the stomach, his left stabbing him into the chest, though the heart and grazing the left lung. Gumbo feel in disbelief, but acceptance.

"Buck... You..."

Gumbo fell down onto the ground, wind blowing past him. Comber took a few hoof steps back, wiping his knife clean. He used his magic to open his bag, putting the knife in it. Comber canceled the red aura known as Celestia Wrath. He turned his attention upwards at the yellow pegasus; who was making her way down to Comber, she landed in front of him.

"And good riddance!"

The yellow pegasus angrily said to the deceased colt she looked as a good leader. She looked at Gumbo one last time before her attention was focused on Comber.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Comber gave the yellow pegasus a smile.

"Because I know you are just fallowing orders. You didn't have the look in your eyes to kill, you're -!"

"How the buck would you know that!? You probably spared me for nefarious actions!"

Comber giggled a little, then laughed hardly.

"Are you kidding me? Nefarious actions like what? A side assassin. In case you don't know we assassins like to work alone. No I spared you because you aren't as guilty as the other killers that attempted to kill me."

"But, how did... Nevermind! Can't lie to you can I?"

Comber gave smirked.

"You have no idea."

"Huh..."

The sounds of owls was heard from the trees around them. Comber looked around, well looks like there's a mess to clean up.

"But I thought you were heartless. Why are you sparing me?"

"I just said. What's your name?"

"Connie."

"Well Connie, you did somewhat decent today when it came to fighting. When the time is right, leave the organization."

Connie was socked to hear Comber tell her that. Does he plan to leave the organization as well? Why is he saying when the time's right?

"Um... Why did you say that? Are you planning on leaving? You know we can't leave the organization Comber sir. It's our destiny unfortunately."

Comber gave Connie a chuckle, before walking towards her.

"Why did you join the organization Connie? What caused you to end up there?"

Comber stopped in front of Connie, only 5 hoof steps away. She looked fidgety. Comber could tell what it was about now. She didn't join for the money or the passion of the job, it was fear of dying and force to work there. No job in Equestria should be able to inflict fear into your soul because they want you to stay. You life shouldn't be at stake, your income should. Connie at first thought Comber was like the rest of the colts she knew, just use her, treat her as trash as well as of negatives, it so degrading, especially because of your gender.

"I was... Force, to."

Comber gave a confident smirk to Connie. He was right. Why's she so hesitant to respond though?

"As I expected. What goals you want to achieve in life?"

Connie felt like Comber was trying to hook up with her, like he's going to befriend her, a mare friend? No, she won't say nothing; what if that angers him? Best to keep your mouth shut and not get on the bad side of the pony with more power in general, not a good idea to anger him, not at all.

"My goals are... I want to become an... Nurse. More like a veterinarian."

"I see. You'll be able to do that someday."

Connie wanted to burst out and cry but held her tears back. Wait where was these emotions coming from? She can't leave and what the heck is this colt even talking about. She'll never be able to do that someday.

"Thanks... But no I won't, I will probably be arrested and sent off to jail if anything. My destiny is a prisoner."

Comber was a little sad to hear this young mare dreams being crushed; especially by the same place he hates.

"No it's not. Celestia herself knows you're not at fault here. If the authorities ever come for you, cry for her, because she knows, you're not guilty."

The yellow pegasus teared up. She was upset, angry and felt guilty for all the crimes she has done since working at the organization.

"No! No I'm not!"

Connie fell to the ground, her front hooves covering her eyes. She was clearly distorted and depressed. Most ponies who are depressed have a good way at hiding it. Comber felt bad for her, a living intelligent being upset and guilty by force, that place is so going down. Comber walked closer to her, patting her on the head. She felt a little weird out when Comber patted her on her head. Comber stopped the patting.

"You're not guilty, the organization is. Don't be too hard on yourself. You may have done the wicked actions such as myself but you knew you were mentally and with your life at stake, forced to."

Comber's words was like a priest, she's not guilty, but how does he truly know? He doesn't watch her does he?

"But how would you... (Sniff,) truly know?"

Comber gave the mare a smile that warmed her.

"Just asked me, this is no joke and I'm serious."

Connie looked at Comber with a upset and anxious face. What? Ask him, but how would he truly know still, from her voice? From her explication. There's no way he could judge if she's innocent or not just back being asked. Oh well here goes nothing

"Am-am I innocent?..."

Comber felt bad for Connie; she's blaming herself based on what the organization forced her to do. Have they somehow manipulated her? Told her she's a bad pony already so why not continue the work she's doing? Comber face turned to a confident smirk. She's innocent. She did some messed up actions, but that's the organization deception and terrifying aspects, but so did he. Comber knows what it feels like to be forced to work or do things against your will. Connie looked at Comber, patiently waiting for his answer. Comber gave Connie a happy smile.

"Well... Your verdict is... Innocent. Every time and yes I mean every time you think you're doing something wrong you have a little to a lot of resistance, but everytime as well you have thoughts in the back of your mind, telling you that don't do the job, the other thoughts keep convincing you to do the job, because of fear for your own life which you shouldn't have to fear for. You're innocent, you mainly perform and did the tasks hoofed to you because of fear of dying, and a very little bit for the income, which you can't help as that why you were put into the job for. I know if you had a choice you would choose a less paying job then this if you had the choice."

Connie backed away from Comber in shock, how-how did he know all that by her just simply asking? It doesn't make sense. She does remember all those thoughts crossing her mind but. The thoughts Comber knew about her actions at the organization sent shivers down her spine. Wait? Did he do that for info for the leader of the organization? Oh no, if so she's going to fail that test and probably die as the price. Connie looked down due to her hearing something squishy and bouncy heading towards her. The object hit her right front hoof, what was it? Her eye couldn't believe what she saw; it was an eyeball that was green. Was that Venture's? She doesn't know, all she knows was it was one of her dead co-workers.

"Ah!" Ew!"

Connie backed away from the eyeball disgusted. Comber walked towards the eyeball picking it up and looking at it, giving the eye a little squeeze.

"Huh, so that's what our eyeballs feel like? Why does this feel nostalgic?"

"Let this keep an eye on your small statue."

A familiar colt said, ready to laugh when his client sees what was dropped into his hoof.

"You can open you're 'eyes' now."

The colt did, seeing an eyeball looking at him. He quickly threw the eye away, hearing laughter from the colt he just paid to kill the thief that stole his statue.

"That's-!"

"Hello Comber?"

Connie waved a hoof in front of Comber, who quickly grabbed it, putting it back to the ground gently. Comber used his magic to disintegrate the eyeball. Connie was horrified how the eye just disappeared, it was enough to easily make a pony lose their appetite; especially what the inside of an eye looks like. How can Comber watch an eyeball just get disintegrated like that?

"Wha-what did you do to the eyeball?"

Comber shook the blood off his hooves, before looking back at Connie with a normal grim expression.

"Disposal it."

Connie thought that was rude to do to a corpse. They and her did attempt to kill Comber so she guess it can be forgiven. So what's now?

"What a moment, Comber do you plan on leaving the organization? I mean not like I'm against it, if anything I'm with you-!"

"The quick answer is yes, don't speak a single word about it."

Connie backed up further with a scared and worrisome expression. Was that threat?

"Are, you-threating me?"

Comber turned his back to Connie, reviewing the bodies that laid lifeless around him. It'll be hard to dispose of the corpses, but with his magic maybe he can pick them all up, and move them to the nearest dumpster, where they all belong anyway. Comber thought back to Connie's question.

"The answer to that is a no, but yes. If you do tell they will probably kill you as well. Blade ain't stupid when it comes to traitors, trust me, he probably heard what we talked about."

"How-how do you-!"

"Enough with the questions Connie. I know you're just curious, afraid of the consequences that might transpire. If you really want to survive in this world, then you might want to tuff yourself up."

Connie looked at the ground, disappointed. Comber's right but, she's not the strong or tuff type.

"But, I'm-I'm not tuff, I mean, what damage did I do against you?"

Comber turned to Connie with a devious smirk.

"That's because you fought someone who nearly mastered all martial arts. My experience isn't bad either, since I was 10 years old, I took martial arts and fought in battles. You-!"

"I haven't even thought about taking martial arts, is it possible me to learn from you?"

Comber was in disbelief and shock. First Nome and now Connie. Does he look like a sensei? I mean he has the experience and knowledge to be a sensei but still.

"Hahahahah!... I wouldn't mind teaching a few things to you, however, I already have a student who's mine best friend."

"Am I'm your friend?"

Comber wanted to laugh.

"If you remember you literally just try killing me not so long ago, so what do you think?"

"Oh... Yeah I'm truly sorry about attacking you, I wasn't even trying to hurt you. I just wanted make Gumbo think I was trying my all."

"I see, no wonder your attacks didn't faze me. But now I would like to see you face me with your all."

Connie agreed, getting into fighting stance, her fighting stance was both hooves slide back. Comber sighed, hoof palming his face.

"I'm sorry but if you think that is any fighting stance then you are sorely mistaken. This is what a fighting stance looks like."

Comber got into fighting stance, his face serious. Connie pulled her hooves back to normal, self aware of what Comber just said about her stance. Connie stared Comber down, attempting to copy Comber stance but had some trouble doing so. Comber was shock she was try to copy his stance, at the same time he was also annoyed; a true fighter always finds their own fighting stance. They don't copy other's fighting stance, unless they adopt it as their own. Comber dashed at Connie; giving the yellow pegasus little PTSD. Why fight, wait she asked for it pretty much. She hoped he was going to be serious as he was when he fought her recently. She likes to her teeth and no brain damage. Connie remember Comber did a spin kick on her, is he going do that again? Connie was ready to duck, Comber was inches away from her, he attack Connie ducked, but was uppercut in the jaw, she nearly bit her tongue. She flew a little into the air; Connie flapped her wings, flying at Comber, when she tried to stomp down on him, she missed, stomping down onto the ground; that still hurt. She quickly looked for Comber, who was on her right and throwing a punch at her, by the right corner of Connie's right eye she saw the attack coming, she went to block the attack, but was shocked when Comber pulled the punch back, then his left hoof caught it, she quickly got up on her two rear hooves attempting to block. Comber hit Connie in the stomach with the force of two hooves, his left hoof propelling his right hoof with more force. She coughed up spit; Comber moved his head to the left watching the spit fly past him. Comber could've spin kicked her in her kidneys, or even gave her a one inch punch, but decline to do it. This is to see where she stands and if she's defeated too fast then that will be difficult to tell. Connie fell over towards Comber a little bit, stopping herself; Connie recollected herself. She attempted to punch Comber, the attempt was a success. She was able to land the punch with a turn directly into Comber's right check, she smirked. Connie's smirk slowly disappeared as she realized her punch didn't faze Comber. But how? Comber was hit with all the might she could muster, just how? Comber faced moved a little bit but there's no reaction or change in expression, heck he looked like he didn't even move from the spot. Comber slowly grabbed Connie's hoof; Connie was frightened, but slowly calmed down as Comber moved her right front hoof back to the ground slowly. Connie was afraid Comber was going to attack her again, with quick speed she threw a hoof horizontally in front of her face, blocking the middle of her face but not her forehead and jaw. Comber stepped back, as to tell her this test is over. Connie opened her eyes. Her hoof that was used for blocking slowly descended towards the ground.

"Alright, fighting session is over, you did decent. However theirs some actions you performed that didn't please me."

Connie gave her best but still couldn't please Comber. What did she expect; he took martial arts for 50 years and in many different forms of martial arts too. She couldn't expect to do good is she have never performed martial arts until she had to learn then herself from her recent fights in the organization.

"Wha-what did I do wrong?"

Connie asked Comber, who was already to respond.

"Well for starters, never close your eyes when you are preparing for an incoming attack. That's like walking into a very dark forest, where many timber wolves are using the dark go sneak up on pray. They will claw you to pieces. Second you wasn't in a stance, your stance was actually meant more for running then fighting. Think of a stance where you can block and dodge correspondingly. Third your attacks was weak in power."

"Is it because I'm-!"

"And no it's not because you're a mare pegasus. Mares with enough training can out strengthen colts if they put a lot of effort into training, which is what I want you to do. You can have skill but if you're opponent does too and is faster as well as stronger, you're probably screwed if he knows how to fight."

"So-so where can I go to lift some weights?"

"To a gym of course, or create your own weights. The nearest gym is called Angry Lifting. I suggest you book an appointment there later on tomorrow."

Connie stared at Comber with a disappointed expression, but quickly accepted that he was right. He's a great colt, not always thinking mares are inferior beings to colts.

"Thanks for not killing me when you had the chance. I'm hoping you succeed in leaving the organization, I know I would like to have a filly."

"But you can't, because of the stupid mythology we believe in. Now have a great night now."

"I know, would you-!?"

Connie blushed as she was speaking, her emotions was short piece after watching Comber pick up the bodies, 4 at a time with his magic, ew, Connie thought. She assumed he likes his cape since he used his magic and kept it away from his himself when the corpses was held above him. First time seeing a colt who likes fashion; although wearing a cape isn't really fashion in Connie's eyes, it makes you look cool but that's it. Comber looked at Connie with a concern look, what was she saying? He used his magic again to pick up four more of the bodies, taking the previous corpses to the dumpster nearby.

"Would I what?"

Connie blush, looking down and to her right, she was embarrassed.

"Nev-nevermind."

Comber walked at normal speed to the dumpster, opening it with his hooves, throwing the bodies into the dumpster. He turned back to Connie who blushes went away slowly. Comber walked to the west, picking up another corpse with his magic, then to the right, picking another corpse up, he pulled one of them out of the metal fence of his neighbor's yard, then used his magic to pick them up. That colt had his head smashed against the metal fence, no wonder where's his top of his skull and brains are. Connie started walking towards her home, which was down the road, as she made her way towards it, she noticed Comber throwing the last of the corpses into the green dumpster. Wow, maybe he's not as good as he thought, he pretty much called their lives garbage, and pretty much, they were; and they did try to kill Comber.

("Comber's so naive.")

Connie thought about Comber, how could he not tell when a mare is falling for him? Does he not get romance, or does he chooses to ignore romance? Connie disappeared out of the yard of Comber's mansion, Comber watched as she turned southwest of his mansion. She lives in Flustered Town eh? Since when did ponies in this town care about anypony else besides themselves? She probably still does, Comber spared her so it would just make sense for her to be nice to a colt or pony who showed her mercy, but this attitude she gave off to Comber didn't say she was lying, and neither did the deception. Comber looked around him, taking a mental photoshoot of his surroundings. His horn lit up with his signature red magic, before casing a 35 hooves distance spell. Comber opened his eyes and looked around, not seeing no more blood, or brains that was in his neighbor's yard. Comber turned around, before hearing a dog bark, not at him, but from his neighbor's yard, the dog had a red spiky collar on, with black eyes, he dashed on the side of the fence, hirozontally going down the fence, then to the area Comber killed that colt, the dog quickly lean down and grabbed a piece of what looks like to a colt's brain.

"That's disgusting, simply nasty as Tartarus."

Comber said, picking up a compass that belong to Gumbo. Comber opened it, what a good compass. Comber opened his bag, putting it into the bag, well, this would be proof he killed Gumbo.

("Now that's this is all over I think I'll throw my cape in the washer again, then dry it before actually going to sleep.")

Comber yawned, a little tired from the environment, the dark sky, the twinkling stars can make anypony tired, even if it's so little, of course the battle always has a small toll on Comber. After Comber cleaned the rest of the bodies from the aftermath of the battle. Comber walked towards the front door of his mansion, walking into it, as he walked into the living room, the lights flicked on, they were white, then dim to tan. Comber walked towards the laundry room, open the door, ah the smell from last washing is always a good reminder you're productive. Comber grabbed the detergent, which he brewed with his own magic. Comber dumped the detergent into the detergent slot of the washer, he took his cape off around his neck, throwing it into the washer. Comber walked out of the laundry room, watching as the lights dim to as much as possible, enough to still be alerted you're washing something since the lights were still on. Comber walked towards the kitchen, staring at a hole in the wall.

("Ah Bloom, why did you do that?")

Comber thought, smiling. Why was he smiling, because the hole is a happy reminder not to make him angry, and how much he has controlled his anger since. Comber walked away from the hole, into the greenhouse and then outside. Comber walked through the grass, feeling how hard it was.

("I bet Commer would use that thermometer of his to see how cold it is to explain why the grass freezed.")

Comber quickly turned to his dummies. Walking towards them, Comber turned his head towards the sky, ah, the moon is a crescent tonight. The moon light shine on the dummy Comber was primary focus on. Comber used his magic to activate the dummy in combat. Comber rushed towards the dummy, blocking an uppercut it was trying to perform on him. Comber grabbed the hoof, quickly ripped it off, them punching a hole right through the neck, Comber's hoof twisted upwards, before pulling his hoof through the way it enter the neck, the dummy head was ripped off, the dummy attacked Comber with the same power Comber's magic was, not harming Comber in the slightest. Comber quickly through the head to another dummy his magic was controlling. The heads collided, breaking into pieces, with a ton of fake blood bursting out of them. Comber used his magic to teleport out of the fake blood's way. He's not taking another shower. Comber looked around, after using his magic to fix the dummies he just brutality defeated. Comber used his magic again, opening his magic safe, grabbing his hoof made dumbbells, he put them on the ground, starting to pick them up and down, then after doing curls with them. After doing a set of 100 each, Comber then picked them up, putting them back in his magic safe. He smirked.

("Looks like I'm stronger than the average pony by 15 times now.")

Comber smirked disappeared. Comber scooted both of his rear hooves back, ready for his next workout and test. Comber started running, running past his fence within 4 seconds, then jumping over the fences, slamming his left front hoof on the ground, then started running again, he was going to run, he was going to run a marathon right now. Comber ran out of Flustered Town, heading to the south of Equestria. Comber took breaths in, slowly and smoothly; remaining calm as he ran through the darkness of the night. To his left was cracked trees, owls on them, eyes closed. To his right was homes, cracked homes. This area, the homes had faces on them, like faces made of blood. Wait a moment, this was Death's town. Everypony's a killer here. No remorse, sorrow, regret, just bloodlust and rage. Comber heard the sound of a colt screaming his lungs out, before a splash slam was heard. Comber turned to the house with the most bloodlust, looking at the windows, he saw blood and brains fly at them, hitting the window and sliding down it, some fell off. Comber felt shivers down his spine, not from fear but the brutality and amount of mercy they had. Would it not kill them to clean this town too? A decapitated statue of a pony holding a black what seems to be sphere soul. Comber ran to the end of death Town, he quickly turned around 180 degrees.

("Alright, don't want to run so far as before. Time to head back and out of this disgusting town.")

Comber slid his two rear hooves back, before taking off the way he came. He knew some of the killers that work at the organization stay here, but hey, it clearly explains everything here, including the sight of this town. Comber ran past a colt getting beaten up by a bigger white colt, teeth flew out of the yellow colt's mouth, before a knife was struck into the chest cavity, ripping down; after the white colt opened up the yellow colt. The yellow colt breathed heavily, before two hooves was placed onto his lungs, over the rib cage, the white colt pulled his two hooves back, bringing them down, destroying the rib cage and crushing the lungs, after, the white colt leaned down, his red and black mane getting in his way, he grabbed the heart, ripping it out of the colt's body with his hooves. He watched as the heart beat in his hooves, he squeezed a little hard, blood gushing out of the heart. The white colt threw the heart at the yellow colt's face, watching it burst over his face and mouth with enough blood to suffocate the yellow colt if he wasn't already dead.

"That's for my bucking sister you bucking abused and killed!"

Comber jumped over a wooden fence with many splinters sticking out. The part time assassin kept running until he was back in Flustered Town, where he jumped over a 55 hoof house, then landed on his front hooves, back flipping back on all four hooves. Comber then started running again, spotting his fence. Comber jumped his fence, watching out for the barb wire around the top. He landed into the backward. Comber enjoyed the smell his yard gave off; unlike other lawns that either has no care or cheap care, Comber's flowers and lawn is premium took care of. Comber ran towards the back doors, stopping with a slide right at his door, nearly hitting the door that was blooming with roses tied on it. Comber closed his eyes, opening the door, he then walked in, ah, that smell of flowers and plants well healthy always smell good. Comber walked through the Zen garden, then into the kitchen, then towards the laundry room, where his cape was done being washed.

("Just in time.)

Comber smiled, opening the door to the washer machine, after closing it, using a spell to dry up all the water still left inside the washer. Wait if he can use dry spell then why doesn't he do that on his cape? Comber grabbed four fabric softener sheets, throwing them into the dryer. Comber then picked his cape up from the top of the washer, tossing it into the dryer, turning the heat on high. Comber walked out of the laundry room, turning the lights on auto setting; the lights would let him know when the dryer's done, but right now the lights are red, nowhere near finished. Comber walked out of the kitchen. Why does Comber have a kitchen if he doesn't eat, why have a kitchen he thought? I mean if you take guest like Nome into account then that's the only use for it. Comber casted a nutrition spell, then a hydration spell.

("Time to brush my teeth.")

Comber opened the door to his bathroom, ah a blue door is relaxing one. Comber opened the cabinet, putting a hoof on the left side of his cabinet to open it, a scanner popped out from the lock part of the cabinet, scanning Comber's teeth, mane and tail.

"Comber, Welkins, recognized. Brush your teeth smoothly.'

Comber gave the machine a happy smirk before the cabinet door opened wide, Comber grabbed his toothpaste, which appeared to be golden in color. Comber squeezed the toothpaste lightly, not wanting a mess like he did last time. You have to monitor your own strength when you're in his hooves. After the toothpaste was on the toothbrush, which red with black circle patterns down the base. Comber started brushing, after a few moments of brushing, he took the mouthwash, which was gold in color too, putting it in his mouth, then rinsing. Comber spit all of the water, mouthwash and toothpaste out of his mouth; after he was done brushing his teeth, he put the toothpaste, and mouthwash back, then cleaning his toothbrush with his hooves and water, then putting it back into the cabinet, into a small plastic container with iron locks on it, he locked the locks in place, then pushed down onto the container, shutting it. Comber then turned on the water, allowing the sink to be clean. Comber closed the cabinet, he watched as the running water cleared the spit and toothpaste out of the sink. Comber looked into the mirror, giving it a smile. The glare from his teeth was nearly binding, he normally never used his teeth but if he does... It would be one of the last resorts in battle. Comber turned to the bathroom door, turning back to the sink, turning it off.

("Tomorrow is going to be another normal day. Hopefully something fun happens at work tomorrow.")

Comber leaned on the sink, preplanning the events that will transpire tomorrow.

("So tomorrow is blood B positive and negative harvest mostly.")

Comber walked towards the door in the bathroom, opening it, walking down the stairs he once walked up. The stairs was dark green. Not many ponies do proper hygiene where he works at, but most need hygiene products, because they won't buy them, even though they're all filthy rich. what a bunch of dumpster balls. Comber walked towards the couch, laying down on it, his rear hooves hanging off he couch. His head laying on the softest pillow of the couch.

("Hopefully I don't have another nightmare about the place I wish not to continue working at.")

Comber continued to lay there, thinking more about the organization; the nightmares it causes the innocents that works there. The amount of suffering that happens there. That place one day will be stopped, hopefully by Celestia; but if Comber himself can't stop it, then what makes Celestia thinks she would, she doesn't, that probably why she'd not made her move. Comber chuckled.

("Stupid monarchies. Better than tyrants at less.")

Comber turned his attention to the laundry room, staring inside it, he was happy but yet having nostalgia. Why? The organization was a dark place to start employment when you're 15 years old. The only thing that place truly taught him in mortality is. Ponies are cruel creatures and their lives can easily be striped away from them without a second thought. Comber heard a bat, was that outside-! Comber got up, walking into the kitchen to find a bat on the sink faucet. Comber extended a hoof towards the bat, it looked like a baby bat, maybe this is he's first flight? That doesn't matter, homes are for ponies, not bats; they have their own dark homes. Comber lifted the bat up by the bottom of it's legs, carrying him out of the kitchen and into the living, where he opened the front door, thrusting his hoof up for the bat to take off, which it did.

("Surprise it didn't bite me, bats have viruses, but I guess that doesn't make them aggressive.")

Comber closed the front door, walking back towards the kitchen window he forgot to shut, closing it. Why'd he left that open with no screen? Why ain't their a screen in it? Comber walked back to his couch in the living room, laying down on it the same way he previous was. Comber thought more about his plans against the organization. Is Nome right? Is it stupid to go against the organization? Comber still kept his ears perked for the washing machine. Better not break down as it did before. Comber eyes closed, then opened. Comber remember all of the ponies that were going to be there at the organization on the day he decides to quit. 2 of them are plan wicked, and act on impulse. 5 of them will be rangers, most likely with bows since a gun is too fast at killing. 6 unicorns, 15 earth ponies, 14 pegasus. Comber thought of ways based on the environment on how to approach the upcoming fight. He will have to cancel the unicorns' magic so they don't bind him in place. The pegasus will probably approach from the air based on their kind. Earth ponies, well their earth ponies, they can run at Comber. Probably going use weapons against him, especially when the code is shouted into the speakers of the organization. They all will bring weapon. Comber got up, smelling something unpleasant, wait a minute, that's-! Comber quickly stepped back on all four hooves, walking swiftly towards the laundry room. He stopped the dryer, opening it and pulling the lent trap out. He Walked towards the kitchen, opening the trashcan, scraping and cleaning the lent off of the trap, then walking back to the laundry room with it, putting it back in place, then shutting the dryer, turning it back on to let it resume it's progress.

("That's a close one. Don't want this dryer to catch fire like one of mine did.")

Comber walked towards the kitchen window, turning his head and eyes towards the window, looking far at the dumpster. Comber thought about Cinom. What's going on with him right now? Probably sleeping since this is the time for this continent to sleep.

A certain brown colt wearing a night mask woke up, glaring out the window, then turning back over on his left side in his shaded bedroom, falling back to sleep.

Comber looked under the sink, looking at the pipes as he turned the water on. He was glad there's no leakage. Last time that happen it caused a lot of mold on supplies; that's why there's always a bucket under the sink that is painted red and yellow hirozontally lines. Comber turned the water off, shutting the cabinets next. He walked over towards the fridge, opening it, there's not much food and this is to be expected for somepony who normally get all his nutritional needs from a spell. There's some food but that's for visitors like Nome. Comber just wanted to make sure the fridge was still running normally. Comber shut the fridge. He Walked back into the living room, looking at the carpet, it's nearly not messy at all. No vacuuming needed. Comber stopped walking when he was on the rug. He got in his fighting stance, practice more fight skills and techniques. He was mastering certain kicks, like the crescent kick, black flip kick and many more. He needs more improvement in those areas of offense. After Comber finished his training, he walked to the right of the kitchen, down the hallway, stopping at a black door. The smell of weights he thought. Comber opened the door, walking in. The lights flickered on, bright white. Comber smirked, looking around with his eyes in the room. He walked into it, the door shutting slowly, then loudly behind him.

("Time for a needed workout while time ticks for the dryer.")

Comber layed onto the mat, doing curl ups, then pushes, doing sets of 4 each, until 25 units of push ups and curl ups were reached in the 4 sets. Comber walked over to a chair, sitting in it, lifting dumbbells of 285 pounds. The size of the dumbbells wasn't big but the material they were made of was very heavy. Comber did 4 sets of each, first his grip strength was increased, then the other two sets was his upper biceps. Comber took the weights after he was finished with his workout, putting them on the dumbbell rack. Comber heard the dryer beep, but he still needed to work his legs a little more, and what way is to do that at a gym or workout room with the treadmill. Comber got onto the treadmill, running on it as soon as the speed picked up, starting from the setting 100-350. Comber was still barely breaking a sweat. Luckily the treadmill was strictly fastened to the ground tightly with two barriers around it to keep it from shaking. You wouldn't want that machine to fall or vibrate too much, because you lose your traction with the belt and at the speed Comber runs on it; your asking to go through the wall, then to the hospital, especially if you're a normal pony. When Comber was done with the workout, he stepped off, walking away from the treadmill, then out the door after he opened it. The door shut, the lights flicked off. Comber wiped a tiny bit of sweat of his forehead before walking towards the living room again.

("Time to get my cape and hang it up, then sleep.")

Comber thought to himself, walking into the kitchen, then to the right where the laundry room door was. He grabbed the doorknob, opening the door, walking into a freshly scented laundry room. Ah, the smell of his cape and the fabric softener is always nostalgic and good. Comber opened the dryer, grabbing the lent trap, taking it towards the trashcan out of the laundry room, he used his magic to scrape off the lent, then walked back to the laundry room after he was done cleaning the lent trap, putting it back in the dryer. Comber smirked, grabbing his cape, smelling it. The cape smelled great. Comber close the laundry room door after walking out it. He looked at the living room from the kitchen, before walking into it, putting his cape on the coat rack. Comber walked towards his couch, looking around the living room with his head, all look good he thought. Comber eyes stopped on the front door, it was unlocked. How can he be so naive? Comber quickly walked towards the door, locking it. Comber walked back to the couch, laying on it. Comber layed his head on cushion closest to the side closest to the door. Comber kicked his hooves across the couch. His eyes closed. Where did the years go since he was fifteen? Ever since he's been working at that blasted place they call the organization of killers, the days and years fly into the after life. but you know outside of the organization, there's always something else. The excuses like the organization is a clothes shop, which who the Tartarus falls for that? Hospital. The organization is the opposite of what a hospital is. A shelter, which technically it is but reality it's no place you would ever want to stay. Comber knew what he was getting into when he first walked into the door; his father has already taught him about the organization and their ways of tricking ponies so they can either have more employees or victims back then. However they normally go out and get the bodies. They bring them back to the organization where you have to organize it in units and as a team.

("Can't wait to be gone from that horrible place.")

Comber thoughtfully told himself, growing a smile as he nears to sleep. The part time assassin was now asleep, a majority of Flustered Town was, one colt in particular wasn't.

"Well well. Seems like Comber is becoming a sensei."

A familiar black colt said with both of his front hooves crossed. The colt was in the air by a little, he was floating. A devious smirk appearing on his face.

"Freeze! You're under arrest, Coomber!"

Coomber turned around to face one, only one deputy. The deputy had his gun drawn and ready to shoot Coomber.

"Tell me something buddy... Are you new?"

Coomber's watch opened a small department, little probe like devices that was microscopic walked towards the deputy, taking a piece of hair and a red blood cell through a wound left open on his left hoof. The watch analyzed the DNA. The watch showed many histories of the deputy.

"So did you know you were allergic to dust bunnies? If you did no wonder why your house which is on the path of 16 pathway. You're married with 2 fillies?"

"Wh-what! Lay down on your stomach and-!"

Coomber walked towards the deputy. The deputy panicking, fires his gun. The bullet hit Coomber in the forehead. The deputy was in shock and disbelief. No, the bullet just bounced off like he's made of steel, the bullet fell to the ground. Coomber teleported in front of the deputy, grabbing the gun, crushing it in front of his face with both hooves. The deputy was frozen by fear, blue appeared across his face. No. He's going to die. Coomber dropped the remains of the gun onto the ground.

"Alright rookie, I'm in a good mood. You know who I am and must say you have guts to come out here and try to arrest me. You even tried to kill me. Normally ponies who shoot at me, it's like spitting in my face. And in this town, what do colts do to others when they get spit on?

"They-they kill them or beat them until-they, can't walk."

"Precisely. Now what 10 bones of yours do you want broken? I prefer your hooves.

"No, please, I'm sorry. I won't ever try to arrest you again."

Coomber checked his watch, seeing a history of his honesty. The ratio came back to him lying more then telling the truth. Coomber gave the deputy a devious smirk.

"So you're a bad colt, not as bad as me but a decent amount of badness. You lied more than you told the truth. And stop thinking if all goes south that you taser me, because I'll assure your doubts it won't do a Celestia thing against me. You're telling the truth, however I want to see you out of my view within... 25 seconds."

"But-!"

"One... Two... three..."

"Yes sir!"

The colt said with extreme fear and panic. The deputy started running away from Coomber, terrified for his life and hooves. Coomber grinned.

"What an imbecile."

Coomber said, turning back around, facing off the edge of the cliff. The cliff had lots of grass on it and two trees that was filled of green leaves at the peak of the cliff. Coomber was able to see Comber's mansion. He was happy for his son as well as proud of what he grew into. Coomber walked down the cliff, where the deputy ran away to, he wanted to still make that colt fear him, because the rest of the authorities do, but that time will come for another time if he lies to him and tries to arrest or kill him again.

("Hmph, what a coward.")

Coomber walked down the slope and into the fog, where the sight of him started to fade away.

Author's Note

Welp This chapter sure took A long time! I hope you enjoyed the story this far! Thanks for reading my story until this point!