I told you to go right

"Well, at least we know what he's planning." Luna said as I trotted alongside her. "We just need to know what to do. He's challenging Royalty, and he's part of the same Monarchy; My sister or I killing him is no less than usurping his throne later on. And if you were to do it, such a killing would constitute High Treason. Effectively, he's untouchable." I looked at her.

"You didn't consider one thing." I replied, smiling slightly. "It doesn't constitute treason if they can't identify the killer, and such skilled killers are paid, trained, well-armed assassins. You'd have to pay to get someone like that, and I am one who happens to know multiple of these people." Luna smiled, rubbing a hoof in my mane.

"That's my Thunder." she chuckled.

"You're being paid to kill Blueblood?" Octavia asked as she, Colgate, and I headed to the Canterlot train station. I received envious looking glares from stallions on their own as I was followed by two mares, but I ignored them. "Well, at least we know you'll be in prison for High-Treason soon."

"Mm." Colgate whistled through her teeth. "Fitting end for the Thunder Mustang Chronicles."

"Not the end, actually." I replied. "He did, as it turns out, threaten Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and myself, then challenged me to a duel, so effectively, I'm allowed. Plus, since my job allows it, I'm being paid to do it." I received quizzical looks from Colgate and Octavia.

Octavia coughed. "And your job is...?" she asked as we got aboard the train.

"...sponsorship." I replied finally.

"You mean sponsored killing?" Colgate added. "Like, assassin?" Now I was really in the shit; backed into a corner about my job. Yes, these two knew I contained a lot of evil spirits, but not what I used them for. Plus, telling somepony that your job is an assassin is a threat to my group. So, I did what any stallion would do.

"Not telling." I replied firmly. Octavia pulled her sexy face. "Yes." I sighed. I noticed a distinct change in demeanour around both; they seemed genuinely interested in my job now, raising brows as they reclined in their train seats.

"Well, now, that's...interesting..." Colgate laughed, closing the cubicle door. The train lurched forward at that moment, throwing me slightly off-guard, but once we moved into the tunnel leading down the mountain to Ponyville, the ride smoothed out and lights flickered on in the cubicle. "How much do you charge?"

"Depends what you want." I replied. "Wait, which service are we discussing?"

"The sexual one." Octavia smirked.

"Not operating at the moment. But if it's assassination, each extremely important requirement for a murder adds roughly 10000 bits to the price. But, a regular kill in normal circumstances is about 2000 bits. Why'd you need to know?" I asked.

"Oh, a few stallions keep wolf-whistling as I go past." Colgate said calmly. "If I could afford your service, then I would most likely pay the 18,000 to shut them all up. But I can't, so...yeah..." I sat forward in confusion.

"Wait, you think I'd charge you to beat the shit out of them?" I asked. "Nah, I'd do that anyway; bastards kept shoving me about when I first arrived in Equestria, so I think I deserve revenge." Both mares smirked.

"I'll give you an extra 10,000 if you sew their lips together." Octavia added. "And I'll sleep with you and Luna every night if you hang them from the Town Hall."

"Tough deal." I laughed. "I couldn't POSSIBLY sew their lips shut and cost you that much, but hanging them upside-down from the top spire seems like something I'd do anyway."

We arrived back in Ponyville at about lunchtime, and the sun was moderately high in the sky. All around, ponies were enjoying the sunshine, and it seemed like it'd be easy to go find the girls and guys. Since Blueblood's threat, I had contemplated what had happened with the monsters inside the others, but I had considered only that morning to see if they'd like to satisfy the blood-lust of their individual freaks by killing Spyper. Just as the three of us were about to go and find the girls and guys, there came a sharp wolf-whistle. I heard the audible groans of Colgate and Octavia, as they turned to face the 9 stallions. I did as well, and saw who it was. 3 of them I recognised from the Sonic Rainboom episode as the guys that bullied Rainbow. I could recognise another as a Cherry Fizzy. I recognised him when I saw Twilight bounding around in a ridiculous way a few weeks after I first arrived and he asked if she was OK. Otherwise, I recognised none of the others, but most of them seemed to try being intimidating.

"Damn, sugar!" called Cherry as his lads laughed loudly over bottles of beer. "How 'bout you both come over an' show us some spice, huh?" Octavia and Colgate looked back at me.

"Wanna go deal with them?" Colgate sighed. I blinked.

"Not worth it at the moment." I replied calmly.

"Come on, we need this."

"It's not worth punching them to death yet." I said again. "You'll know when I think they've crossed the line."

"Are you two fuckin' slags listenin' to me, huh? All that fuckin' sluttiness gone to your 'eads?"

"He's really pushing his luck now..." I muttered. Both mares were literally melting me with glares. Then the guy pushed it.

"Oi, 's that you, Thunder Mustang? Still the crazy little shit we loved to shove around, right lads?" he yelled over. "You went off an' got with that fuckin' slut of a Princess, right? I can fuckin' PAY for a bangin' like dat!" The stallion group roared with laughter, and I looked over to Colgate and Octavia. They were covering their faces, trying not to laugh at the insult. Ponies nearby who heard did the loud 'Ohhhhhhhhh....' noise, and began to call friends over to witness the argument.

"I'm sorry," I called back, "But would you care to repeat that last insult? I need to know how far I need to put my boot up your ass." The group went silent, and Cherry stepped forward, followed by the rest.

"You answerin' back, pretty boy?" he snarled as the group began to circle me. I removed my coat, throwing it to Octavia. "You know who's runnin' these streets?"

"Ah, I'd hope some form of government legislation system?" I replied. The crowd chuckled.

"No." Cherry snapped back. "It's me an' my lads. An' you know what we do to them fuckers dat stand 'gainst us?"

"Explain that they shouldn't step out of line, then identify the fact you possess the knowledge of their place of accomodation." It went over his head, but my hat was pulled off my head and chucked away by one of the circling gang members.

"N-Nah." he replied. "We fuckin' beat the shit out of 'em, 'm I right, lads?" The rest of his gang grunted in agreement. "So, I'm gonna make you an example, then we're gonna fuck yer little sluts you've got followin' ya around." He stared me in the eyes, and in reply, I turned and walked away to collect my hat. "OI! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, YET!" I bent down to pick my hat up, and held it in my hoof. Then, as I did that, I formulated a plan Sherlock-Holmes-Style.

Throw hat.

Distraction.

Cross blow to left cheek.

Both hands, head-side strike, discombobulate.

Right hook to ribs.

Buck to face, cracking jaw.

Uppercut, dislocating already damaged jaw.

Eye gouge, blindness.

Roundhouse kick to head, incapacitate.

Final kick to chest, break cracked ribs.

Punch to face, knock to floor.

In summary, broken ribs, cracked and dislocated jaw, damaged eye, potential brain injuries, and PTSD.

Full physical recovery, 4 weeks.

Full mental recovery, 8 weeks.

That took only a few seconds to work out. The crowd was now booing me for cowardice, hissing and laughing. Pfft. Idiots.

So, just as I literally felt Cherry glaring at the back of my head, my plan came to action. I turned sharply, throwing my hat. He looked at it for a second, before I took a swift punch to his left cheek. He was stunned, but not as stunned as he would be when I slammed both forehooves against the side of his head. Now he was staggering, I was able to perform a right hook to his ribs with audible cracking, then turn and use both hind legs to buck him in the face. The crowd was almost gasping at this. He was in pain, and clutching his face. So, to make it more painful, I delivered a devastating blow to his chin, and I heard his jaw quietly pop out of place. Then I jabbed a hoof into his eye, leapt into the air with a spin, and kicked the side of his head. He nearly fell, before I landed and bucked him in the chest again. This time, he flew back a few feet, and stayed down on the ground gasping for breath. The crowd went absolutely silent, save for some murmuring.

"Where did that come from?" I heard somepony say at the back. I looked to Cherry's companions, who were now backing away slowly.

"Any of you guys want to push your luck?" I asked. I was met with head shakes and repeated 'oh no, of course not'. "Good." I turned to Octavia, who was smiling now. "Tavi, would you kindly pass me my coat?" I asked.

"Certainly, Thunder." she beamed, before throwing the jacket over to me.

"Thank you." I said as I put it back on. Then, I went for my hat. "Now then," I said as I moved towards Colly and Tavi. "Shall we get going?"

"Hey Twilight!" I said as I entered the library. The librarian looked confused, then smiled as she saw who said it.

"Thunder! You're back!" she said cheerfully. "And I hear you publically humiliated Cherry Jubilee?"

"Wow, news spreads that fast?" I whistled. "Jesus. Anyway, yeah, the guy had it coming. According to him, Luna is a slag, Octavia and Colgate are hookers, and I'm a crazy little shit that they liked to shove around."

"Says the guy who's in hospital now." she laughed. "Anyway, what brings you back down here?"

"Well," I began as I took a seat on the stairs to the second floor, "Blueblood went to that cemetery on that night."

"Ah." Twilight sighed. "What happened?"

"He, as far as I can tell, got possessed by the Spyper, a double-kukri wielding, cloak and daggering, dead ringering cross of Spy and Sniper. It also made him crazy, since he asked, nay, ORDERED Celestia, Luna, and myself to go in the castle courtyard in three days time so he can EXECUTE us and take the throne."

"Pillock." Twilight snorted.

"I know, right?" I laughed. "He challenged me to a duel, and acts like a god, so I was thinking the guys and you girls could come along to help kill him. Yes, we're killing him."

"I'm alright with that, and Spike's away for those days, so why not? We should just go and ask the girls and guys, then we can see who's coming along."

"Alright, sounds good." I smiled. "Let's get going then, shall we?"