I don't know how much time had passed since the unicorn left, but I didn't care either. My mind was still focused on comprehending the fact that I was the last of my kind in existence. Humans. The Homo sapiens, wise men, really weren't wise at all. We killed ourselves off, after all. Well, close enough. And not just that. The world was now inhabited by magical sentient ponies. That, to me, is absurd. Although, the radiation after our bombs could have done something to them and made then like this, they're still magical fucking ponies.

I was broken out of my stupor by the clopping of hooves on stone. This time, however, the speed seemed a little higher than that of the unicorn earlier. This might not end well, the hoof-steps sounded pretty rapid, like the pony was galloping or something.

I laid my rifle on my lap, and I checked the chamber, making sure it was loaded and ready to fire. Double-checking the safety, I made sure it was off, not wanting to repeat my previous mistake. I didn't want to shoot anything, but if it came to it...

Three ponies appeared in front of my vision, two of them identical to the guards from earlier, though I highly doubted that they really were the same, and a white unicorn with a blue mane. He seemed to be really freaking mad, going by the near-literal steam fuming from his ears and the fire-like quality to his eyes. It seemed as if I was becoming adept at telling whether a pony was male or female. It must be the head structure...

"What the fuck do you think are, hurting my sister like that?! I'm going to destroy you, you filthy piece of biped trash." I stood up, rifle still pointed down. What the fuck was his problem... did he say 'sister'? Fuck me...

His horn lit up, and a blue wall appeared in front of me.

"Motherfu-" I didn't get a chance to finish as the wall of blue light slammed into me. I felt something in my abdomen give way, but my adrenaline had already been released. It was on now.

That was painful. I raised my mag-rifle as the blue evaporated into the air, and, steadying it with my left hand, I dropped to a knee and fired. Following that, I dropped the rifle to the ground and got back to my feet, ready to move fast if I needed to.

As I'm not stupid enough to murder something here when I'm already the bad guy, the bullet blasted through the lock on the door, shrapnel pelting the unicorn assaulting me. Think fast: fight, run, or talk?

This was going to leave a bruise. I dashed forwards, and I rammed my shoulder into the door, whipping the loose door around, breaking the concentration of the pony and causing him to stumble backwards. Continuing the rush, I lowered my right arm and uppercut at momentarily imbalanced unicorn. My fist made impact, and I felt him lift slightly into the air, trucked by my fist. Given the moment of respite, I flipped my helmet back over my head, and tapped the left side quickly.

Ah, augmented reality, how I missed you. Just before the stallion lashed out at me, my AR projected his movement, based on rapid-fire calculations of his apparent weight shift and body position. I snagged the hoof that flew at my face and leaned my head to the right, pulling the hoof over my left shoulder. Twisting around, I pulled his foreleg as hard as I could forwards. I felt something give way for a moment and then I slammed the foreleg on my right shoulder, having spun around it. I let the foreleg go, and I stepped back into my cell and turned to face the three ponies.

The two 'guards' were just beginning their movement, recovering from the shock of my brutality. My AR predicted that they were going to adopt defensive stances, based on their reaction to my attack and wariness of my counter. I agreed with it, and we were right.

The white stallion struggled back to his hooves, one held awkwardly at an angle. With my AR analyzing the 'normal' movement of the foreleg, I held myself in a right-handed ready position. Reaching into another slot in my armor, I withdrew a long, somewhat-thin, knife. Gripping it underhanded, I readied myself.

The stallion looked even more enraged, if such a thing was possible. But now, he also seemed very much in pain. My AR finished its scan. No wonder. I had dislocated it's foreleg in addition to breaking the limb at the 'elbow' joint. I'm glad I'm not him.

Not to be cliché or anything, but if looks could kill, I'd have been dead forty thousand times over. I stood there, ready for round two, as the stallion cast one last spell on the door to repair the lock and stalked away.

I sighed and sheathed my knife. It was going to be a long day.

Author's Note

Not a long one, but when I update twice in a day, can you really complain? But I really felt this one was begging to come out. The 'helmet' is really a ski mask-like piece of nano fiber that is inlaid with adaptive camouflage processors and projectors.