Staying Sane In A Peaceful World

I felt cold where I laid. I shot upright from where I laid and looked at where I was. I seemed to be in a hospital bed. Actually, I seemed to be in two small hospital beds put together to accommodate my size. A rather small hospital bed too. One the right side of the room was three tables that were overflowing with balloons, get well cards, flowers, and stuffed animals. Next to the tables were three chairs; one of them had several jackets, a pair of pants on them, and other assorted pieces of clothes along with boots. On the left side of the room were several metal crates that were labeled with random numbers and letters. Next to the metal crates were several guns and assorted weapons.

I looked at myself. I wasn't wearing anything because I was a mass majority of my body was covered by bandages and casts. There were several tubes running from machines and stands to various parts of my body, my least favorite being the heart monitor because constantly made an irritating beep as it was supposed to. I immediately started to rip out all of the tubes. When I ripped off the cord that monitored my heartbeat, the heart monitor made a monotonous drone. Almost immediately, several unicorn doctors and nurses ran into my room and saw that what I was trying to do.

"Sir, you have to lie down and let the hospital do its job" a nurse said.

"I'm getting out of here" I said back.

"Sir, you are injured. You can't do anything physical yet."

"I'm leaving."

"WE HAVE A RUNNER!" the same nurse yelled. One of the doctors brought a needle towards me as I attempted to get up, only to face plant on the ground. Despite being immobile, the doctor used the needle on me anyways. I blacked out as the drug took effect.

After an unknown amount of time, I shot upright again as I gained consciousness. I looked around the room and saw the doctors and nurses that were here earlier. One of the doctors trotted over to me and handed a glass of water over to me. I held extended up my arm to accept the glass of water but found my arms were bound to the bed by several cuffs, probably the pony equivalent of hand cuffs.  The doctor unlocked my left hand and I drank the glass of water before I handed it back to him. He recuffed my left hand and left. Everyone soon left and I sat upright on my bed. I hated it. I can't stand holding still or not doing anything.

-X-X-X-

Another doctor walked in and stopped to stand in front of the door.

"Oi. What do you want?" I asked.

"You have visitors" he replied. The doctor walked moved to the left and six humans and eight ponies walked in. Every single one of the ponies had wings and horns. However, two had flowing hair; one being white with a rainbow flowing mane and the other had a blue flowing mane with a blue coat.

"Oi. What do you want with me?" I said while pulling a pistol, a .22 Astra Constable/PPK.

"Whoa there Tranny. No need to wave that around."

"I have never been acquainted with the lot of you so I don't know why I should let you be degrading me by calling me Tranny" I said back.

"Wait, you don't know who we are?" I chambered pulled back the hammer of the pistol to answer his question.

"Didn't we have you in restraints?" the doctor pony asked.

I held up a bent IV needle in my right hand, my left hand still holding the pistol and finger on the trigger. One of the humans on the left moved and I pulled out another pistol, a heavily modified 1911 that was colored white, in my right hand.

"Hold on Tran, we're your friends" one of them said.

"Prove it. I don't reminisce anyone along the likes of you" I said back.

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Vocalizing how?"

"Using long words."

"Is this question quintessential in this setting?" I asked back.

"Tran, you usually speak in a way that everyone understands. The way you talked makes you understandable. Now, we barely know what you are saying."

"So you prefer that I speak in layman's terms?

"Yes."

"Fine. Now can I get out of this bed?"

"Of course not" the doctor replied.

"Why not?" I asked. “The extent of my injuries can't be that bad."

"Shall I read the list?" The doctor replied back. “You have three fractures in your left femur, twelve broken ribs, four cracked ribs, the rest are bruised, your right shoulder is dislocated, there is a small puncture in your right lung from one of the broken ribs, massive amount of lacerations, nearly a quarter of your body is covered in bruises, your left wrist is broken, some minor hemorrhaging in some of your organs, a severe concussion, your right arm has four fractures, your right ankle is broken, a few skull fractures, and you have multiple shrapnel wounds. You also died four times in your sleep. Oh and there is a chance that you have some amnesia."

Everyone stared at the doctor until...

*CRASH* One of the windows of the window was smash and a small pony sized object was thrown out of the window.

"Now that the window is broken with the chair that we threw out of it, time to throw the doctor out" one of the large humans said. He grabbed the doctor and did as so. The doctor screamed as he was thrown but he was lucky that we were only on a second story room.

"Now that, that is over, what do you need with me? I know you aren't the enemy but I still don't trust you" I said.

"There isn't time to do this. We need your help with something" a purple pony with a horn and wings said.

"Exactly what do you need my help with? And why are there a mound of ammo and weapons?" I asked.

"That mound of weapons is what you usually carried."

"Exactly how would I carry all of that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Somehow you carried it in some form of pocket universe. Some sort of magic that you had" someone explained.

"Magic? Really? I wasn't born yesterday. Magic doesn't exist" I said.

Everyone looked at me. A purple pony's horn lit up and she held up a glass of water enveloped in a purple glow. The white pony with a rainbow flowing mane walked up to me and her horn lit up with a golden glow. She lowered the horn close to my head but before her horn touched my head, I grabbed her windpipe and pulled out my PPK again, pointing it at her face. "Easy now Tran. I am just checking your brain for anything wrong with it" the pony explained. I lowered my PPK and her horn touched my head. The same golden glow that covered her horn covered my head. A few seconds later, she pulled her horn away and walked back to where she was standing. “Tran is indeed suffering from amnesia. He doesn't have any of his memories but he should still retain all of his abilities and knowledge."

"How can we prove that?" one of the humans asked.

"I have an idea" a purple pony said. The purple pony's horn lit up and a bright purple flash appeared. Again I took out my PPK but I lowered it when that purple pony held out a small cube that was covered in random squares of colors. She floated it over to me and it dropped onto my lap. I picked it up and looked at it.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked.

"Solve it" the purple pony replied back.

"Um what?"

"Make all the colors match."

"Okay?" I held up the cube in my hands and I started to turn the sides. Somewhere in my mind told me how to turn each side and soon, all the colors matched and the cube was finished. “What?" I tossed it back to the purple pony. “Who are you people anyways?"

"Should we use the memory spell?" Twilight asked.

"No. Nobody knows much about him. The memory spell only works if the caster knows the subject the spell is casted upon. If not, you may implant false memories" Celestia explained.

The fourteen of them started to explain who they were and who I was. Apparently, I was some super skilled fighter with the powers of a demon. "Why are you guys wearing all that jewelry anyways" I asked while pointing to a blue pony's, Rainbow Dash, necklace. They started to explain the concept of what they were; being the elements of Harmony and the two ponies with the flowing manes explained how they were royalty. However, when I asked about the six humans' gold dog tags, they didn't know what they were. Their gold dog tags had very little imprinted onto it.

Ike's Dog Tag

Ike

EOS- Assault

Mark- Guitar

Issue 01

Nick's Dog Tag

Nick

EOS- Strength

Mark- Bicep

Issue 02

Logan's Dog Tag

Logan

EOS- Support

Mark- All Seeing Eye

Issue 03

Austin's Dog Tag

Austin

EOS- Remorse

Mark- Peace Circle

Issue 04

Alex's Dog Tag

Alex

EOS- Self Defense

Mark- Fire

Issue 05

Andy's Dog Tag

Andy

EOS-Morale

Mark- Troll Face

Issue 06

"What exactly do you need with me?" I asked.

"Well... During the party that you and your friends fought in, you transferred most or possibly all of your powers to the twelve of your friends and some of the citizens of Ponyville" Celestia explained.

"And what's this supposed to do with me?", I said, interrupting Celestia.

"The transfer of power you performed caused quite a situation. During the party, a group of ponies from a town called Sunny Town attempted to take over Ponyville and turn themselves back to normal and then some. I remember everything about the citizens of Sunny Town. Sunny Town was a small town of ponies located in the Everfree Forest. At one point, Sunny Town was hit by a bad case of Cutie Pox, a magical disease that gives you multiple cutie marks and forces you to do what each cutie mark represents. After the Cutie Pox went away, the entire village of Sunny Town fear cutie marks because of fear for another do over of the Cutie Pox incident. One day, one of their citizens, Ruby, gained a cutie mark. Ruby was killed as a result. When I heard of the murder, I rushed to the town and cursed them to an eternity of suffering. What made the murder worse was when I heard that they did it in my name. From then on, the entire town of Sunny Town lived for the next six centuries, whether or not their body was alive or not. During the Hearth's Warming Eve party, the citizens of Sunny Town decided to try to break the curse by stealing the life-force of Ponyville's citizens, which would've passed the curse onto Ponyville. Using black magic, the citizens of Sunny Town stole the life force and magic of Ponyville's citizens. Tran, because you were an evil being, you were immune to the black magic. However, your twelve friends weren't immune and they succumbed to the black magic. Since your human friends were alicorns and my six subjects were the Elements Of Harmony, the citizens of Sunnytown absorbed enough power to turn themselves into magically powerful alicorns. This also left the citizens of Ponyville with the curse that I left on the citizens of Sunny Town. Tran, you transferred your powers and most of your life-force to every citizen of Ponyville that went to the party and your friends. You gave away your powers so that they didn't suffer from the pain. Somehow, you managed to kill the citizens of Sunny Town with that bomb of yours despite you being a rotten body that was still living. After that, the life force that they stole came back to their owners."

"Okay? If everyone has their life-force back, then why do you need me? There doesn't seem to be a problem" I asked.

"Tran, the powers you gave to everypony and the life force that returned to them is too much power for a pony's body to handle" Celestia explained.

"And why is my help needed?"

"There are 154 citizens of Ponyville that are now alicorns not including the Elements of Harmony."

"And how is that bad? So there are 160 ponies that are now just as powerful as you are. What's the worst that can happen?" I asked.

"Tran, ever since the sun came up after I raised it, the sun has been reset and reraised eighty-six times."

"Oh dear. That is bad" I said. "Exactly how am I going to help you guys? I don't have my memories and I don't know how to solve this problem." Everyone face palmed/hoofed as I said this. “Also, how am I going to help the lot of you? I'm not really in peak physical condition."

"We need to get your memories back. As for the injuries, we can heal some of them with our magic.  We just can't heal all of your injuries because Magic isn't exactly all powerful", Celestia said.

"Oh really now? You can raise the sun but you can't heal some simple scratches?"

"Tran, just stop being a pessimist and help us out already" Twilight said.

"Fine. Hurry up with the healing already."

Celestia's horn lit up and I was covered in a golden glow. I felt wounds close up, bones healing, and some pain go away. “I did all that I could. I removed the shrapnel, concussion, bruising, and healed all the fractures but I can't fix everything because I don't know your physiology. You still have a dislocated shoulder, some bones are still damaged, and you still have some internal bruising."

"Only thing that I should worry about is my dislocated shoulder so..." I said while moving close to the end of the bed. I spreaded my legs out and touched both of my toes with my hands. Then I placed my right hand on the board of the bed and pushed my hand against the board of the bed with my legs. Then I leaned backwards until... *POP* I stretched my right arm a bit to test if I could use my right arm and then I looked back to the others, who were a bit green from the ordeal. "Let’s go." I jumped out of my bed and onto the floor, nearly losing my balance, and walked over to the pile of weapons.

I redressed myself in the outfit that was laid on the chairs. Then I looked through the pile and got weapons that would be possible for me to carry in my state. Currently, I carried an M4a1 with an M203 with two extra beta mags and five grenades, an 870 shotgun with one Blackhawk shell carrier which held fifty-five shells, a PPK with four mags, a strange futuristic looking pistol with four mags that I found out to be a B23R when one of my friends told me, two frag grenades, two concussion grenades, two incendiary grenades that were filled with napalm, a bowie knife that was colored white, and a samurai sword. I slung the weapons over my back and placed the ammo into my pockets, except for the shell holster which I had draped across my chest. I adjusted each of the weapons so that I could move around comfortably.

"Well my subjects, I hope that you can restore Tran's memories. We must go off and watch for premature raisings of the moon or lowering of the sun" Luna said while flying off with Celestia.

I walked out of the door, following the ponies and people that claimed to be my friends. I tripped and fumbled a bit while I was walking as my body was still recovering from some of the injuries. I looked around. Many ponies were going about as if yesterday never happened while some others were trying to fix up the carnage from yesterday’s supposed battle. There were eight destroyed buildings, three walls were destroyed, there were multiple small craters, one giant crater from the bomb that I supposedly used to end the battle, and a lot of rubble. Like Celestia said, many ponies were alicorns.

"I'm not trying to be a pessimist but, exactly how am I going to help you guys with any of this? I don't have my memories, I don't know the extent of my abilities, I don't know much about where we are, I supposedly don't have my powers, and I'm still injured so how am I going to help any of you?" I asked.

"We know that. We're going to have to get you your memories back" Twilight said.

"Oh. So you're trying to introduce me to old things that I've had contact with and one of my senses will reactivate my memories. Try something that I did often or that I enjoyed doing. Try any activity, something involving my mind that I enjoyed, and or anything I enjoyed that involved one of my five senses" I explained.

"Now how the hell do you know that?" Ike asked.

"For some reason, I feel like saying I know everything so... I KNOW EVERYTHING!!!" I said.

Everyone stopped walking and looked at me. A few seconds  passed before everyone face palmed. “Tran, ah reckon yahr memories might be comin back" Applejack said.

"Might be. I still have no clue why I wanted to say that. Might be something. Chuc sui ngai nua loi con la dien (A few more days and I might go crazy [Vietnamese])" I said.

"Hom phai. Tui la dien roi (Wrong. You're already crazy [Vietnamese])" Rainbow Dash said.

I turned around and looked at her. “You speak Vietnamese?!? HOW!?!?!" I asked.

"Tran, we have your life force. We have your skills, abilities, mental capabilities, and our mind is similar to yours except it isn't as great as yours since we only have a partial amount" Twilight explained.

"So you guys basically have a small clone of my brain imbedded in yours?" I asked.

"Yes. The twelve of us are about eighty percent ourselves and twenty percent you. To be truthful, it scares me from the fact of what you can do" Fluttershy said.

"It is a bit creepy with the knowledge that you guys are basically diluted cones of me" I said back. "Exactly where we're going or what we're going to do first that is going to get my memory back?"

"I got it! Your home!" Andy said.

"I have a home?" I asked.

The six humans snapped their fingers and the next thing I know, I am in a forest, surrounded by trees and in front of a metal door. They snapped their fingers again and nothing happened. They snapped kept on snapping and still nothing happened.

"What?!? We're supposed to be inside your home!" Logan said.

"I'm going to guess that I sealed off my home to magic and it is only accessible with the key only" I said.

Everyone face palmed again and the six humans snapped their fingers again. This time, we were in what looked like a market. "Now how is a market going to help get my memory back?"

"We're just going on a whim and hoping something will get your memory back. We may have your life force but we don't have your complete knowledge nor your memories" Twilight said.

This time, I face palmed. "Okay, unless you guys have unbelievable luck, you guys are going to have a hard time getting my memory back and Equestria is going to have to get used to having a few hundred alicorns."

"Stop being a pessimist and get your memories back already" Austin said. "I'm tired of having dark thoughts every five seconds. Also, really? A chopstick? Really?"

"Well, chopsticks are chopsticks. What could possibly be wrong with- What are those flying in the air? Are those... Griffons?" I asked while pointing up in the air. Up in the air were possibly a thousand flying figures in the air. The flying figures weren't pony in shape but the shapes resembled that of the mythological creature that was the griffon. The griffons that were flying were wearing armor and were brandishing what looked like muskets. Seeing the weapons, I pulled out the B23R and the bowie knife that I had. My friends saw the griffons and they took out their own weapons. Nick took out two large revolvers that looked like .500 S&W, one was heavily modified and sported two barrels. Andy took out two M9's, dual wielding them. Alex took out a gold Desert Eagle and a B93 Raffica, dual wielding them. Austin took out a MP5. Ike took out a Mare's leg and a knife. Logan took out a tomahawk and a Taurus Judge. The six EOH's each took a different weapon. Twilight summoned a staff, Fluttershy summoned two hook swords, Rainbow Dash took out some blades and attached them to her wings, Rarity summoned a rapier, Applejack took off a crossbow she had slung on her back, and Pinkie Pie pulled out a grenade launcher out of her mane. How she managed to fit a grenade launcher in her mane may possibly stay a secret for the rest of my mortal life. "Seriously? Austin and I are the only ones that decided to carry something other than a sidearm. Austin, how much ammo do you have for that?"

"Six clips" Austin replied.

"IT'S A MAG!!!" Logan yelled.

"They're probably an invasion force from the griffon empire with violent intentions" Twilight said. "Equestria is at war with the griffons."

Five of the griffons landed in front of us. Four of them pointed their weapons at us. The griffons were using a rifle type weapon. The rifles they were using had a revolver chamber and I could see small pins sticking out of the end of the chamber. The front and end of the rifle lacked sights. The griffons had revolving rifles using pinfire ammunition. Of course. This was going to complicate situations. I don't know if the others noticed the styles of their weapons. Nick of Logan probably noticed but it wouldn't really help much. It would only tell us what type of weapons they were using and nothing else. The one griffon that didn't point his rifle at us stepped forward and said, "We demand that the seven of you surrender and give up your weapons!"

The thirteen of us looked at the griffon that said that and glared at him. "Are you kidding me? You have no right to demand that we surrender. Just return to the griffon empire while we let you" I said.

"Very well then. OPEN FIRE!!" The griffon said back. Before I could react, the five griffons started to shoot at us. My six human friends were protected because they had armor and the six of my pony friends were supposedly unkillable in their current state because I supposedly gave them my powers. Unfortunately, I wasn't protected. I felt something tear into my chest and imbed itself beside one of my lungs. I knew I was hit by one of them. I aimed my B23R at the griffons and fired at them. Each of the griffons was hit by a three round burst, killed before they hit the ground. As I reloaded the B23R, something came to me, my memories. I turned to my friends and said "I remember everything now." As I said the last word, I fell to the ground, bleeding from my wound. My twelve friends rushed over to me, trying to help me in my current situation. Austin treated the wound but he didn't remove the bullet because the bullet was imbedded too deep within my chest. I looked at Austin and said "Give me a shot of adrenalin."

Austin took out a prefilled needle of ephedrine and prepared to use it on me until Andy grabbed it from him. “Are you sure that's smart?" Andy asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked back.

"Tran has never experienced adrenalin. We all have experienced it, except for Tran, and we know that it makes you feel invincible and basically gives you an infinite amount of energy and increases your strength. Do you really want Tran with that?" Andy replied.

"Oh god you're right."

"Screw this" I said. I took the syringe from Andy's hand and stabbed the needle into my arm. I pressed down onto the plunger and felt the contents enter my arm. A few seconds passed before I jumped up and landed on my feet. I popped my neck before I sprinted off with my B23R in my left hand and my PPK in the other hand.

"They're dead" my twelve friends said. As I sprinted off, I turned around and saw my twelve friends run off to their own targets.

I sprinted to a squad of griffons that were looting the town and tackled one of them down. Before his other teammates could react, I shot them all to death. I quickly stood up and stomped on the head of the griffon that I tackled down, caving his face in.

I sprinted off again while randomly shooting up at griffons in the sky, actually killing many of them. To retaliate against me, a squad of eight griffons landed in front of me, brandishing swords. I looked at the pistols in my hand and holstered them before I took out my samurai sword and my bowie knife. I charged the squad of griffons, weapons ready to slaughter them. The first thing I did was I used the power of Agnus, currently in my bowie knife form, and burned the first griffon to death. I threw the bowie knife at the next griffon and killed him when the knife impacted the griffon in the face. The third griffon died when I sliced him half with my samurai sword. The four griffons died when I pulled the knife out of the second griffon to die before he fell to the ground. With the bowie knife, I stabbed the griffon in the chest, leaving the knife stuck in his chest. The fifth griffon died when I decapitated him with my sword. The sixth griffon died when I dropped my sword and shot him in the face with my 870 shotgun. The seventh griffon died when I grabbed his throat and forcibly tore it out. The last griffon died when I tore out the leg of the last griffon and used that leg to stab it through the eye of the sole surviving griffon. Then I realized that killing the eight griffons only lasted four seconds. I picked up my weapons and reslung/holstered/pocketed them.

One large griffon landed in front of me and he looked like he was wielding a blunderbuss. This griffon looked to be the griffon equivalent of the changeling armors. Before he could fire the weapon at me, I ran forward and took his weapon. With his weapon, I fired it into his chest and blew a small hole in his armor. I threw the blunderbuss behind me and forced a napalm Hug grenade into the hole of his armor before I ran off. I looked behind me and watched as that griffon was cooked alive by napalm that was trapped in his armor. What most people don't know is that if napalm is used on you, you don't die from being burned alive from the napalm, you die from being asphyxiated when the napalm sucks the air around you to fuel its fire.

I looked up and saw a small squad of twelve lightly armored griffons approach me. Before they could come within a decent fighting distance, I threw a Hug grenade at them and watched them burn alive. I walked up to one of the burnt corpses and cut off the wing of one of them. I looked at it a few times while turning it before I took a bite out of it. "Hmmm. The griffons taste like chicken."

I took out a fragmentation grenade from one of my pockets and pulled the pin. I counted to three before I threw it straight up into the air. The grenade exploded about a hundred feet off of the ground and I watched as nearly thirty griffons fall out of the air, killed from grenade shrapnel.

Before any of the griffons could retaliate for the grenade, I ran to a squad of eight griffons and pulled one of them away. I quickly broke the griffon's wings, and legs before I blasted a hole in her chest with my 870 and stuffed a frag grenade in her chest. I pushed her back to her squad as I took out my 870. When the grenade inside the griffon blew up, body parts and blood was sent flying in every direction. The remains of the griffon covered her squad members and caused them to throw up. As they were throwing up, I jumped onto one of the griffons and killed the other members of that griffon squad with my 870. The griffon I was standing on was killed when I decided to stab her in the neck with a wing bone of another griffon.

I reloaded my 870 as I ran to find another target. Once I finished reloading, I unslung my M4a1 and searched for a target. Indeed I did find another group to slaughter. About thirty yards away was a group of six griffons. I aimed at one of the griffons and fired the under barrel grenade. The 40MM grenade impacted the griffon in the chest and imbedded itself in the griffon's chest. Unfortunately, the grenade didn't explode so I shot it with the M4a1. The resulting explosion killed that griffon and two others, leaving me three more to kill. I ran up to the three of them and shot at them with my M4a1. Instead of aiming at a kill zone, I aimed at their limbs. The griffons screamed in pain as I shot off their wings and legs. I walked up to one of them. The griffon I was standing in front of was crying in pain, missing one of his wings and three legs. I grabbed his tail and ripped it off before I shot him in the head with my B23R. I walked up to one of the other griffons and killed her by slamming a spiked end of the severed griffon tail I had into her head. The last griffon was killed when I threw him off of a conveniently placed cliff.

I turned around and saw four other griffons with looks of fear. I holstered my B23R and slung my M4a1 over my back. I popped my fingers and looked back to the griffons, motioning them to try and fight me. One stepped forward with a sword in his talons. He stepped forward and slashed downwards at me. Before his slash could contact me, I stepped forward and grabbed his arm. I twisted his arm and broke it off before I took his sword. With the sword, I impaled him in the chest and raised him in the air with my right arm. As the griffon was gurgling on his own blood, I threw him to his other three friends. The three griffons caught their teammate and fell to the ground. Before they could react, I ran to them. I jumped upwards and kicked one of them in the back of the neck while landing. This broke his neck and killed him instantly. I turned to the left and stabbed the griffon I faced with my knife. I turned around and saw the last griffon with his sword drawn. He attempted to slice me with the sword but I retaliated by blocking his first slash with a sword and kicking him in the face. The kick sent him to the ground with a broken beak. I walked up to where he fell and stomped on his head a few times, turning his brain into mush.

I wiped the blood off of my boot on the body of a griffon and turned around to find someone else to kill. Instead, they came to me. Nearly eighty griffons landed in front of me, all of them holding revolving rifles. All of them raised their rifles to shoot at me so I ran to cover. My cover at the current time was the remnants of a building from yesterday's battle. I unslung the M4a1 off of my back. At the moment, I wasn't able to shoot at the griffons because they were still shooting at me. I looked around for something to use that would help me in my current situation. Unfortunately, the only thing that was in close vicinity was rubble from the house and the dead bodies of some griffons that I killed earlier. I looked around and saw that my friends were fighting their share of griffons so they weren't able to help me. "Well I'm stuck in a bind." Gunfire was still coming from the griffons, showing that they weren't going to run out of ammo soon. 'What to do? What to do? I GOT IT!' I pulled one of the dead bodies over to me and began to strip him of his armor. Then I lifted him up in front of me. Normally, I wouldn't be able to lift something that weighed as much as a griffon but hey, I'm on an adrenalin rush so my normal limits were thrown out of the window. I stepped out of my cover and fired at the griffons with my M4a1 partially slung over my left shoulder and my left hand firing it in short bursts. The griffons shooting at me were only able to hit the griffon's dead body that I was using as a shield. I managed to kill about half of them before they learned and ducked for cover.

Of course, this wouldn't help them very much. I dropped what remained of the corpse of the griffon and ran behind a wagon. I stood up from my cover and looked around for a target. One griffon popped up and was shot in the head, many many times. A few more griffons popped up and were also shot in the face. Then I noticed a small mirror taped to a stick being help up high from behind a wall. I looked into the mirror and saw a griffon looking directly at me. I shot the mirror. I took the current grenade that I had in my M203 and replaced it with a high explosive MEI Mercury grenade that I custom made. How much more dangerous was this compared to a normal MEI Mercury? Mine had 1.67 times the explosive power. I fired the grenade at the wall and watched as the wall crumbled down, crushing the griffons that were hiding behind it. Before I could notice the griffon that popped up, a bullet impacted me in the shoulder, hitting an area of my body that was protected by my Graphene assassin's robes. I ducked down before I could get shot anymore and heard more gunfire.

Bullets were impacted the wagon I was behind and I was yet again being suppressed by enemy fire. I knew that the wagon would soon be turned into a destroyed mass of wood so I laid on the ground in a prone position, looking under the wagon. What most people commonly do in a fire/gun fight is when you duck behind cover behind a vehicle, you fire only when you pop your head up. Nearly everyone does that, even cops and most military personnel. Although this method is reliable, there is something wrong with it. When you duck behind cover behind a vehicle, your feet and ankles are still exposed. From where I laid prone on the ground, I could see the back legs of griffons that were advancing on my position. Because my M4 was too bulky with its attachments to be aimed that low, I took out my B23R and shot each of the griffon's in their legs, only pausing every few seconds to reload. When a griffon fell to the ground because I shot out their legs, I would then shoot the griffon in the head, killing them. Once they were all killed, I reloaded my B23R and sprinted off to find another target. I reholstered my B23R and unslung my M4a1 off of my back.

Six griffons landed in front of me but were killed easily when I shot them all to death with my M4a1. More griffons landed in front of me and I shook my head a few times before I raised my M4a1 up again. I aimed my M4a1 at them and pulled the trigger, only to receive a *CLICK*, meaning that I needed to reload. I pulled out my B23R and shot four of them to death, leaving two still alive. The last two griffons charged at me with swords right when I dropped the mag to my B23R. I dropped both my M4a1 and my B23R so that I could fight the two griffons. The first griffon horizontally slashed at me with his sword. I ducked before I grabbed the griffon's talon as he swung. I twisted, turned around and heard *SNAP* as I broke the griffon's arm. The other griffon saw this and tried to lunge at me with his sword. Using the severed arm of the other griffon, I blocked his slash and grabbed his talon with my other free hand. Before he could try anything else, I grabbed her hoof and stabbed the end of the severed arm through his eye and killed him.  The other griffon, the one whose arm I tore off, was writhing and screaming in pain on the ground.

While I still had a short moment of peace, I decided to reload my weapons. My B23R only had two mags left, including the one that it was using right now. My 870 shotgun still had 24 shells left for it. My M4a1 was currently on the last mag I had left for it and I had a 40MM grenade left for it. My PPK still had three mags left and I was out of throw able-explosives. Once I finished reloading, I shot the one that was on the ground, missing an arm with my PPK.

I also checked my watch to see how much time had passed since I ran off into battle. Surprisingly, it had only last four minutes. "Huh. Adrenalin can get you reeeeeeeeeally far. Welp." I sprinted off again, this time firing at any shape that resembled a griffon with my M4a1. Soon, my hundred round beta magazine ran out and I switched to my PPK. Although my PPK used .22 Long Rifle pistol ammunition, I would still be using it. I wouldn't be able to use it for long distance shooting but I would still be able to use it for close quarters combat. I looked around for more targets of opportunity but found no one so I decided to look for my friends and see if they needed help. None of them needed help as they still had some of my powers and skills so I sprinted off to find more targets.

I looked around the town and didn't see any flying griffons. This could only be explained by one of the following reasons; they were all killed off by us already, they all retreated or surrender, or they are waiting for an ambush or were distracting us. I knew that there were more griffons to get rid of because I could still hear the popping of gunfire from one of my friends or one of the griffons.

I ran around the town with both of my pistols out. This long without an enemy in an ongoing battle usually means that there might be an ambush. Hopefully I was wrong. I was definitely not wrong. When I walked back to the where town hall was, twenty-six griffons popped out from various hiding spots that ranged from random bushes that were lying around to behind the town hall. Each of these griffons was lightly armored and they all had the usual revolving rifles. I looked around the general area where I was standing and found that the closest cover was too distanced away from me to be able to be reached on a full sprint within a time frame that was short enough to not get shot at multiple times.

One of the griffons stepped up and unlike the other griffons, this one seemed to be wearing an officer's form of armor as his armor was colored differently than everyone else's "Well Well Well. The great and mighty Tran is coming to an end. Any last words?" the griffon who stepped up asked. "Now drop your weapons."

"Any last words? I have a few. I don't think I want to say them right now as I am not in a situation that needs last words to be said. Getting out of this situation is going to be easy. It is pretty obvious" I said. As he said, I dropped both of my pistols and then placed my hands in the pockets of my assassin's robes.

"Oh really now? How are you going to get out of this situation? You are surrounded by twenty of my men. Surely, you can't be serious" he replied back.

"Oh I'm serious. And don't call me Shirley" I said. I pulled my hands out of my pockets and threw two concussion grenades at the griffons. During the last part of the conversation I pulled out my flashbangs and primed them so that they could explode right when the concussion grenades reached the perfect distance to blind most of the griffons. Luckily, I somehow managed to blind all of them. I reached down and grabbed both of my pistols. Before any of the griffons could recover, I ran behind cover. Unfortunately, halfway when I was running to cover, some of the griffons recovered from the flashbang and started to shoot at me. Luckily, none of the bullets managed to hit me. I looked through my current inventory to see if I still had anything that would be useful in this situation. I didn't. I looked at how much ammo I currently had. "Okay. Twenty griffons are pinning me down and I only have fifteen shots left for my B23R but my B23R is only in a three shot burst so I'm handicapped to five pulls of the trigger, sixteen 12 gauge shells left for my 870, twenty-two shots left for my PPK, and a sole 40MM grenade left for my M203. Hmmm. Very little ammo and a large mass of the enemy coming onto my position."

I looked to my surroundings to see if there was anything that would help my situation and found nothing. The only thing close to me was a few bales of hay. Only a few bales of hay were the only thing that was able to be used that was within a reachable distance of my cover. Other than that, there was nothing with a close distance of my current cover. I pulled one of the bales of hay and looked at it. "Okay. Hay. Hay. Hay. Can't use it as cover. Using it as concealment isn't going to work here. Wait... I got it!" I took out my weapons, the Blackhawk shell holder, and the spare mag I had left for my PPK and placed it on the ground. Then I took off my jacket and started to draped it over the bale of hay. Then I tied my jacket down to the bale of hay using the sleeves. I slung my M4a1 over my back and placed both pistols on my belt. I picked up the bale of hay, which was now temporarily bullet-proof because of my Graphene jacket, and carried it like a makeshift ballistics shield. I crouched down and started to walk out of my cover. The minute I left my cover, bullets started to hit the bale of hay I was using as a ballistics shield. I slowly crouch walked over to one of the griffons. When I reached one griffon, I shot him in the head with my PPK. I repeated that action three more times before they started to move. Two griffons tried to flank me and shoot me from the side but were shot and killed when I shot them in the head with my PPK. I quickly moved to behind cover.

I dropped the hay bale and took my jacket back, redressing myself in the robe. I unslung my 870 off of my shoulder and pumped the slide. *CHK-CHK* Another griffon tried to flank me but instead, he received a face full of buckshot. I took out my bowie knife and held it above cover, using it as a mirror to look where the enemy was. Using the reflection of the knife, I found out that most of them were located on the town hall stage and behind a wood fence that barely counted as cover. Unfortunately, the cover they were behind would most likely stop the small caliber rounds that I was currently equipped with, including my shotgun because I only had buckshot left for it. I looked at them for a second before a bullet pinged off of my blade and sent it to the ground. I picked up my bowie knife and resheathed it. I unslung my M4a1 and reloaded the M203 under barrel grenade launcher. I thought of all the possible things I could do to kill them but one peeked the most interest in my mind. I took a running start and jumped out sideways from my cover. While I was still midair and before the griffons started shooting at me again, I fired the grenade at them, hitting the fence directly. The fence was immediately obliterated and killed half of the griffons behind it. Before the rest could recover from the concussion blast of the grenade I  dropped my M4a1 and took out my 870 and shot all eight rounds at them. When my 870 ran out, I dropped it and pulled out my two pistols. I pulled the trigger to both pistols until my pistols locked their slides back, indicating they were empty.

By now the four remaining griffons started to shoot back at me as they now were fully recovered from the concussion blast of the grenade. I ducked behind cover again while simultaneously grabbing my 870 and M4a1. I slung my M4a1 on my back, as it was now useless because it had no ammo, and reloaded the last eight shells I had left for it. My B23R was now empty and my PPK only had ten shots left in it. I took out my knife again and used it as a mirror to find the remaining griffons. I quickly found them again and two of them didn't have rifles. I peeked up from my cover and fired at them with my PPK. I managed to kill one of them with my PPK before I ran out of ammo for it. I ducked to cover again. I holstered my pistol and took out my 870. I peeked up from my cover again and was nearly hit by another bullet. I looked to where the shot came from and sent one round from my 870 flying at him. Currently, I wasn't at a close enough distance for my 870 to be effective but what it did successfully, it caused the griffon to duck behind cover. While he ducked behind cover, I advanced fifteen feet between the two of us. I exposed myself from my cover again and repeated the action, using another shell to make him stay behind cover as I advance another fifteen feet between the two of us. I repeated the action again and closed off the distance between us by another ten feet. At the current moment, the two of us were only distanced from each other by twenty feet. I ducked behind cover and used my bowie knife as a mirror again. i waited until he ducked up from his cover. When he did, I ducked up, 870 shotgun in hand and shot him the face with a shell filled with double aught buckshot.

One of the last griffons flew at me with a sword in his hand and slashed. I reacted fast enough and blocked the slash with my 870 shotgun. Before he could do anything else I kicked him in the face and shot him in the chest with my 870, killing him. I looked around for the last two griffons but found neither of them.

Then I heard flapping and looked up. I saw one of the last griffons diving at me with a sword in his talons. I aimed my 870 up and started to shoot at him. Every other shot, I could see the blood coming out from him when a bullet impacted him. I quickly ran out of ammo for my 870 and ran away from where the griffon would land.

I stopped running and held my hand to my chest. I was able to feel some of the adrenalin running out so I only had a limited amount of time before I had to end this. Adrenalin does not do well to the heart. I slung my 870 over my back as I looked for the last griffon. Instead, he came to me. *BANG* I felt a bullet tear itself into my chest and imbed itself in my chest. I was still standing and I looked to where the shot came from. Fifteen feet away was the griffon officer walking up to me, a smoking revolving rifle in his hand. The griffon walked up to me as I fell to the ground, bleeding out.

"Oh that must be painful. That wound from our rifle. We tested this on a few live minotaur test subjects and they roared in pain. Oh! I see that you were shot twice with this. Let me make it better" the griffon officer said. He stood upright and placed on of his backlegs on my chest.

"One more thing" I said.

"What?"

"I still have the strength to kill you" I replied back.

"Surely you can't be serious. You have two bullet wounds and you are pinned under my leg" the griffon officer replied back.

"DON'T. CALL. ME. SHIRLEY!" I jokingly yelled at him. I grabbed his foot and twisted it, breaking his leg and sent him to the ground screaming. Before he could do anything, I started to punch him in the face. The first few punches didn't do anything to him as he would be able to take a few punches. The next five punches broke his beak and I still kept on punching him in the face. While I was punching him I noticed how the gunfire had already stopped and in the distance, my friends were running towards me. Still I kept on punching him and the griffon was still conscious as he took his beating. By now, the punching started to show on my hand as some of the fingers were broken but i still punched him as I didn't have much strength left.

Austin walked up to me and said "Tran, stop. He's had enough."

I felt someone grab me from behind. I looked backwards and saw Nick holding me in the air. Shortly after, he dropped me and I dropped on my feet. I looked back at the others and said "If the twelve of you need me, I will be unconscious as I have been shot twice and the adrenalin has worn off." My vision blacked out and I fell backwards onto the ground. I slipped out of the realm that was consciousness right after I heard Twilight yell something about a hospital.

Several Hours Later

I shot upright again like earlier in the day and found everything to be in a similar situation as this morning, except I had a massive amount of bandages wrapped around my chest and that my friends were all seated around in the room, waiting and I still had pants on instead of a hopstial gown.

"TRAN! You're awake!" Fluttershy yelled.

"Oh we thought we lost you again" Rainbow Dash said.

"The doctor said that you were supposed to be in a coma" Twilight said.

"It appears that my brother doesn't want to die" Andy said.

After that was said, everything else droned out as I grabbed my head with my left hand. I reopened my eyes and laid back on the bed, unfocused on anything. Everyone stared at me as I laid on the bed, unfocused on anything. Why would they stare at me? Well, whenever I go unfocused, my eyes tend to do something else.

"Uh Tran, why ar yer eyes lahk Derpy's?" Applejack asked.

I sat upright in my bed again and blinked a few times before I looked back at her. "Huh? What?"

"Tran, earlier, your eyes were moved into a position similar to that of Derpy's. Do you have strabismus?" Twilight asked.

"Kind of. Whenever I stopped being focused, my eyes tend to stray off and I become cross eyed" I explained.

"Wait, Then how come we never see you with your eyes like that?" Nick asked.

"Nick, my eyes become crossed eyed when I am not focused. Since when am I not focused? The only times you guys could have possibly seen my eyes like that is when I am sleeping with my eyes open or if I am just waiting for something while doing nothing. Seriously, you guys have never seen my eyes like that before?" I asked.

"No. It's just funny seeing you with cross eyes. I would have never expected you to be afflicted with strabismus" Rarity said.

"Don't be expecting to see it any more. Wait, why are we talking about this? Why are we talking about something important like how I have my memories again and can explain everything?" I started to rip off the tubes and cables that were connected to me. I jumped off of the two small hospital beds and landed on my. Almost immediately, I felt pain in my chest where I was hit by the bullets. “Are the bullets removed from my chest?"

"Yes. The doctors did their job" Fluttershy replied.

"Are we going to hurry this up? I Want this to finish so we can throw a get well surprise party at Sugarcube Corner. Oh shoot. It isn't a surprise party if you know about. I was hoping I could surprise you this time. You are coming to the party right Tran? There's going to be Vinyl Scratch and her friend Octavia because I know how you like classical music. So will you come to the party? Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssseeeeee. There's going to be cake and cupcakes and muffins and ice cream and punch and sugar and cupcakes and candy and ponies and sugar and LOTS OF FUN!!! So come to the party. The party is going to be so much fun if you come to mmffppph-" Pinkie said until Rainbow Dash shoved a hoof in her mouth.

I redressed myself back in my jackest before I walked over to the pile of weapons and ammo that was still in the room . I knew that I transferred my powers and part of my life force to the citizens of Ponyville and the EOH's/EOS's but I should still have my Minecraft powers as it was nearly transferable until you kill the subject and steal his powers while they are dying. I started to absorb me weapons into the familiar pocket universe I had that I knew as my Minecraft Inventory.

My Current Inventory

1. M4a1 with M203

2. 64 filled M4a1 beta mags

3. 64 40mm grenades

4. 870 shotgun

5. 64 buckshot shotgun shells

6. AA-12 shotgun

7. 64 AA-12 filled drum mags

8. Walther PPK

9. 64 filled Walther PPK mags

10. 64 M67 grenades

11. 64 flashbangs

12. 64 Concussion grenades

13. 64 Hug Grenades

14. 64 Kiss Grenades

15. B23R

16. 64 filled B23R mags

17. Barrett M82

18. 64 filled Barrett mags

19. The magical sword bow

20. The plasma cutter

21. 64 filled plasma cutter mags

22. The energy sword

23. Diamond shovel

24. Diamond pickaxe

25. 64 cans of bio foam from the Halo world

26. 64 medium medpacks from the Dead Space world

27. A bucket

28. 64 Blocks of TNT

29. A flint and steel

30. The axe of Perun

31. Three throwing knives.

32. 64 Dragon's Punch rounds

33. 64 Dragon's Breath rounds

34. 64 Dragon's Bite rounds

35. 64 Tran shells.

36. 64 Salt shells

The only thing I carried that wasn't in my inventory was the Sparda which was on my back, Cerebus which was hanging around my neck on my lanyard, Beowolf which I was wearing, and Yin and Yang which I had on a holster that was hidden in the back of my assassin's robes.

I faced my friends and looked at them. “Guys, I need to explain to you about how your gods now."

"WHAT!?!?!" Everyone screamed.