Striker gave a heavy sigh. He stood as a body guard. He wore a fancy tuxedo, with out his hat, the streak of color in his mane was noticeable. His mane was slicked back just as it normally is, but Rarity had made him use actual hair products to make it look slick and dark. He looked good, his pale coat went well with black. He was not in a good mood.

Things were not looking good. He stood in a banquet hall full of fancy ponies dressed in suits and extravagant dresses. Among them were Rarity and Pinkie Pie, they both wore amazingly custom dresses. The banquet hall was full of chaotic noise, the bloody corpses of three ponies ripped apart by fangs and claws lay on one side of the hall, and the party attendants were on the other. A single window stood shattered, the long curtain used to hide it torn down. The moon was full and beaming. The party attendants were all in a panic, screaming and yelling running aimlessly in the hall.

He ripped off his bow-tie, then roared above the crowd.

“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE THEN YOU LISTEN TO ME! IF THAT'S GUNNA BE A PROBLEM THEN FEEL FREE TO GO OUTSIDE!”

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Earlier

“Huh?” Striker replied, looking to the unique Rarity as he placed his flask to his lips.

“I said I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.” Rarity asked, sugar in her voice.

“Well sure wad'ya need Ma'am” a touch of rust in his voice after the whiskey went down.

“I'm going to a party, it's in a town a few towns over, Rainy Peaks. Black tie, very fancy, I was hoping you would be kind enough to play my escort.” She told him smile on her lips.

“Huh, like a date?” He asked, lifting an eye brow

“Wha!? No, Nonononono! You see darling, I've gone to these type of parties before, and there are always... unsavory bucks who, how do I put this, only want me for my mare parts.”

“Oh, you want me to stand there and look tough so creeps don't hit on you! So like a body guard? I'm not sure I can do that.” He replied to her, taking another long drink of his flask.

“Why not? Don't want a certain zebra to get the wrong idea?” she teased.

He gave her a half eye-lided look.

“No, its just that... Well I don't want to hurt anypony Rarity.”

“I wouldn't need you to fight anypony! Nothing like that, I just need you to look intimidating, you don't have to go through with any violence.”

“I know that, it's just that I doubt my ability to stay in a crowded room with a bunch of snobby ponies, present company excluded of course, and not jab my hooves into someponies throat.”

“I've never taken you for the angry type.”

“I'm usually not, but I know how I can get, I don't want to sully your reputation because I can't control myself.”

“My repu- Striker... I'm not going for the status! I want to enjoy a high-class party, in fact forget the whole guard thing, come as my friend.”

Damn she knows how to get what she wants. “Alright, I'll do it,” He replied sternly.

“Oh great! Oh and Pinkie Pie is going as well, she's catering the event, so you can keep those rude creepy bucks of her tail too!” She nearly cheered “Oh and you're going to need a suit or tuxedo. I'm sure I can whip something up for you to wear, as a payment for doing this in the first place.”

“Yeah. Sure. I'll ware any monkey suit you want me to.” he stated, before taking another drink from his flask.

“Now then...-” she took a seat next to him. -” what's going on with you and Zecora?” She asked, wanting a moist piece of gossip.

He gave her another look. “Nothing”

“I don't know... You sure do spend a lot of time with her.”

When he thought about it, he really had been spending a lot of time with her. In fact, he spent more time with her then the Crusaders. The Crusaders were a close second. But with the Witches Coven that somehow got six whole witches that close to town, without either of them realizing it,things were off. The town of Ponyville had been attacked several times very recently. He had been spending more time with Zecora in order to figure things out. He figured it was only a matter of time before rumors started up. However, he actually did rather enjoy spending time with the zebra. They had much in common, their being Seekers and all..

“I spend a lot of time with her because we're friends. We have a lot in common.”

“'A lot in common like being each others special someponies?” She remarked.

This time she got more of a glare then soft look.

“Yes because the drifter who guzzles whiskey, and the hermit zebra have tons in common.” she voiced

“Well it's more like personal stuff... like hobbies and family stuff I don't want to talk about.” he told her sternly

“If its the whole species thing, nobody in town will judge you, we are all very tolerant here.”

He shot her another glare. “There is nothing going on between us. I'm leaving” With that he got up and began to leave.

“Oh, the party is in three days! Just come visit me before then!”

Rarity was a bit disappointed. She was hoping to get some gossip, but like she know knew she should have assumed Striker wasn't the kind of pony who would talk about that kind of thing.

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“Striker he!, Check this out!” Scootaloo yelled from atop a building. She wore a helmet, and pillows under her wings and belly. “We're trying to get our stunt pony cutie marks!” She prepared to leap off the building toward a mattress that lay on the floor. The other Crusaders waiting there, Sweetie Belle's magic holding a camera.

That crush of hers wasn't getting any softer. She really wanted to just spend time with him, she had such an elevated opinion of him, she even tried to limit her going to the restroom. She even agreed to be the first one off the building in hopes that he would notice her.

“Yeah... how about I take you three to go see Hoof-Puncher Three Hoof-Punch with Vengeance.” He told them with a breath.

“That sounds like fun, can we just try this first?” Scootaloo shouted from the rooftop. She didn't want to seem clingy.

“Next showing starts like in five minutes! We need to go now!” he shouted back. Not really knowing if that was true or not, he just thought the girls probably wouldn't get a cutie mark by jumping of a building.

Almost instantly the three were by his side, quickly trotting toward the cinema. The three jumped with excitement. The have been waiting to see this movie, but their sisters didn't really like pointless action flicks. They all remembered how hard they tried to get their sisters to take them to Hoof-Puncher Two Code Name Punch-Hoof. The movies themselves were pointless, pretty poorly done and mindlessly violent. Obviously this wasn't a film to be praised, but it was more for the fun of watching and mocking a bad movie while enjoying action and unrelenting explosions. Unfortunately they were all to young to go see it on their own. They really enjoyed seeing them with Striker every so often.

“Striker! I was told I could find you here by a little bird, may I have a word?” Zecora asked at the entrance of the cinema. Apparently she had been waiting there.

“Now? Can it wait like a hour and a half?” he asked with a grin, gesturing toward the girls. With a grim look she shook her head no.

“It's alright Striker, you can go with your marefriend, we understand.” Sweetie spoke. Scootaloo gave a annoyed expression, and blew a raspberry simultaneously with the word “Marefriend”

“She's not... She's not my marefriend. (Scootaloo once again made a fart sound) But my friend needs my help so I'm going to help” He replied slightly flustered.

He went with Zecora while hiding a slight uncharacteristic blush. The girls simply bounced along, going back to their stunt-pony cutie mark plan. Scootaloo was a bit jealous, but at least she liked Zecora. He followed the silent zebra far away into a private ally, where she turned to him and gave him a worried look.

“We may have another problem.” she told him

“Damn right we have a problem!” he snapped at her, before she could react, he started on her.

“What the shit! You do realize that those are kids right, and that if you keep dragging me off with Seeker business they are gunna catch on. How long before they start asking Seeker questions, or try to get their Seeker cutie marks. I swear to Luna I will kill you before I let those innocent fillies even think for single fucking second that being a Seeker is a smart life decision!” he growled, trying to refrain from yelling.

That was far from what Zecora was thinking, or even planing to talk about. That idea had never crossed her mind.She frowned.

“I... I apologize, but this is of very critical importance. Look.” She showed him a map, with a number of exes crossing out towns, by each town that was crossed out was a date.

“These towns are being attacked. Cases of ponies getting their hearts ripped out.” She told him

“Werewolves...and or Lycans... fun.” he voiced with sarcasm, his mood shifting entirely.

“It looks like they are on their way to Ponyville, we need to intercept them. They will be in the town of Rainy Peaks in just three days!”

Striker groaned.

“We just need a reason be in town on that night, one that wont bring any suspicion to us.”

He groaned again

“What?”

“I have a plan... it's not a pleasant one.”

“What plan could you already have?”

“I need to talk to Rarity...” he sighed. Zecora only gave odd look. "Oh and we need to talk about what ponies are saying around town.

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Rarity physically screamed. She beamed an impossible smile and grinned at a annoyed Striker.

“I KNEW IT!”

“Well could you maybe do that?”

“OOOOHHHHH HOW LONG!? HMMM???.”

He gave a deep annoyed sigh. “A while, just... can you do it?”

“Oh, so let me get this straight.” she couldn't stop smiling. “You want me to invite Zecora to the black tie party at Rainy Peaks as my plus one, and take you as our body guard so you can try impress her? Zecora, the mare you “have nothing between” hmmm?” She asked slyly, enjoying each word as they slid of her lips.

He groaned again. “Yes”

“I could do that... if you gave me some proof...”

“Proof of what!?”

“Well you said yourself that you and Zecora are just good friends, what if she asked you to make me invite her and this is a trick?”

“What? Just... can you do it or not.”

“Only if you prove to me that you like her...”

“You only want that so you can hold it over me and tease me, the tough drifter having a crush, hardy-har-har.”

“That's odd, I suddenly don't think I can invite Zecora...”

“Fine! How would I even going about proving myself.”

“Kiss her.” she replied simply.

He replied by looking at her like she was insane. There was a silence and Striker racked his brain for a reply.

“What? If you like her it shouldn't be a problem.” She told him calmly. Striker didn't think of himself as a quick thinker, but he was proud of how he responded.

“OK... I will... but only after you invite her!”

“Deal!” she jumped on that.

Striker was pretty good at understanding mares. He knew Rarity had been waiting for this exact moment. He knew should jump on the first thing he would tell her. He stated that he would kiss Zecora after she invited her, but didn't say when. He would just not do it, then bring out that loop hole when she brought it up. Then after the werewolves were dealt with, he knew that she would inquire Zecora about it, all he had to do is tell Zecora to tell her that he had kissed her and done deal! He enjoyed being able to read ponies.

The plan was now set in motion. They girls would go the party, and while they are there, he and Zecora would slip out then prowl the city for the creatures. Which they knew would be active due to the full moon that coincided with the party. If they were lucky, this whole night would go down without a hitch.

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“Hey... there you are...”

“Why are you here!?”

“Its been so long...”

“I said why are you HERE?!”

“I wanted to see you.”

“That's a fucking lie!”

“How long has it been...”

“Why are you here asshole!'

“I came to see you...”

Striker woke up with a start. He was sweating intensely, but he was cold, he felt his stomach lurch in his gut. He hated how he felt, he knew he was dreaming, but the thought of the dream hurt his chest deeply.

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Three days had passed. And they had all arrived at the party, which looked like it was still being set up. Striker wore his tuxedo and was sitting out side a carriage waiting for the mares who's bodies he was to protect. He had picked up his suit earlier and was drilled on whether he went through with his side of the deal. Rarity wasn't happy when he explain his loophole. However that made her create her own plan. She would go over Strikers head, straight to Zecora herself.

Rarity was a dress maker, she made enough money through her trade that she as not only well off, but had the ability to make elaborate dresses for those she cares about for little to no cost to herself. Needless to say being the generous soul that she is, she often makes dresses specially designed for her friends. She worked extra hard to create a fantastic wonderful dress for Zecora. It was custom made with the Zebra, it was black white and yellow, matching the colors she already liked to wear. The dress was elegant, soft back cloth would hang over her torso, while the white of the dress would cover her lower half, a black hood and scarf already attached Zecora would feel quite normal in the dress. The golden yellow stripes contrasted the plain black perfectly where they were placed. But they did not draw the eye away from anywhere else in the dress. To be honest on a pony the dress would have seemed like a bit much, but on a Zebra, it looked marvelous.

Striker was completely unaware that Zecora would be wearing the dress, or that she had been talking with Rarity. So he waited patiently, only sipping on his flask. He would have to make it last the night. He wore a the tuxedo that Rarity had designed for him, on his hip he carried a sheathed sword, a rather thin blade for a pony of his size. He kept it at his hip. A family heirloom he called it. The only other thing he had on him was his lockbox, in case of an emergency. The sun was falling, it would be setting very soon. He thought the event was a waste of money, and valuable time. He really didn't want to be here. He wanted to be out on the town searching for the werewolves. He stuck it out however, knowing that he and Zecora would be sneaking out the first chance they got. Pinkie would keep herself distracted, and Rarity would probably just be occupied by the party-goers. If everything went according to plan, then the night should end with a dead werewolf, or possibly werewolves.

The banquet hall was quite well furnished. The building itself was more of a castle then a mansion. The old cobblestone told ancient stories, and bore several scars. The old castle was illuminated by torches, the party had a Gothic, medieval theme. Yet of the few ponies who arrived early, including himself, Striker saw that the ponies were attending in modern era black tie. The castle was up a slight hill and sat roughly an hours trot from the main of the town.

The carriage gave a slight bob, then Rarity step out. She wore a elegant lacy white dress, Then Pinkie, who wore the same dress she wore to the Grand Galloping Gala. Then Zecora, who wore the elaborate dress Rarity had designed. Much to Rarity's surprise, he seemed unphased. However he would in fact be thinking about her in that dress for a long time. Striker gave a bow to each mare, then looked to Pinkie, asking if she needed help.

Their plan to get an extra pony in the party went a bit differently then expected, and went over oddly well. Striker carried a large number of trays with a wide assortment of sweets on them to the back entrance.

Pinkie herself had only a single tray. She looked to the single guard who stood at the back entrance.

“Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie, I'm with the cake's catering service.” she smiled.

“Go on in.” The large dark black security stallion replied, not even checking for identification or if Striker was affiliated in. Rarity had similar “resistance” she walked in the front door unimpeded. Security didn't ask who she was, or even who Zecora was, or if she had permission to go to the party, or if she was a plus one.

After helping Pinkie, the party had begun. However to Strikers surprise this was not a “Pinkie” party, but much more a “Rarity” party. Instead of games, dancing, and cake, this party was just a gathering of financially well off ponies meeting in a place and mingling to classical music. And not the classic rock music Striker enjoyed. He looked about for Zecora, with her they could sneak out to seek out the werewolf.

After finding her, he had to bite his tongue to not jab a pony in the face as he crossed the rather large hall to reach her. Once he finally arrived, he was interrupted by the party hostess.

“Welcome and thank you for coming to my party ponies!” She yelled as the non-rock and roll classical music died down, and the quiet roar of the crowd was replaced by whispers. The Hostess was a mare dress head to hoof in black clothing, even her face, she looked as if she was going to a funeral.

“The night is young, the moon is full! And there is so much to do! So... my children. Why don't we start the show? Are you hungry? Eat up my babies!” She shouted, clonking her front hooves together. A single butler trotted to a window, then pulled down the curtain that hid it, the full moon blazing through the glass.

All at once three ponies dropped their drinks, their fine wine forever staining the old wood floors. The first to fall was a light blue unicorn in a three piece suit. He fell to his knees, screaming in agony. His body and bones groaned, grotesquely popping and pushing themselves into new places. He spine pushed against his skin and he howled in pain. His flesh began to grow, his hooves spreading out into claws. His body quickly became too big for his clothes and they tore at the seams. His fur grew long and shaggy. His neck popped, and lowered forcing his head lower. With a similar pop his spine stretched. Pushing out his tail, and extending his body. He had transformed. He was now a giant light blue wolf, he bore giant fangs and had giant red glowing eyes. His large razor like claws engraved the wood floor. He and two others, a deep sage green, and dark ocean blue wolf all howled together.

The party hostess beamed! “Feast my darlings! FEAST!” She too began to transform, but her shape shifting looked much more natural. Her body didn't pop, and she didn't make a sound. It also happened much faster. She had barely slid off her black dress to reveal black metal combat armor that her body grew into. She looked just as canine as the three who had turned, but she picked her body up, she stood on her hind legs, upper body not even hunched. The grin made horrifying by rows of large jagged teeth. Her claws were much longer, and sharper.

All of this had happened in seconds, and nopony knew what was going on, but in that single instant the three werewolves singled out a target. Before anypony could react, ask if this was a joke, or an elaborate prank, the wolves target was dead. His flesh and fancy clothing did nothing. Their claws and teeth shredded through him like a knife to butter on an especially hot summer day. Their teeth pulled at his flesh as they began to consume him.

All of the sudden the room was full of panic, ponies ran screaming everywhere, all the doors locked, they were all trapped inside. The werewolves pounced on their next victim, reducing the mare to ribbons in seconds, her bloody death cry went unheard within the panic. Striker rushed to the second victim, staring at the werewolves as they looked for their next victim. Striker wasn't fast enough. They grabbed a third pony, and he was gone before Striker opened his lock box, drawing from it a large revolver, a .44 magnum.

The wolves began to look for a new target, but the power of the magnum went off, the thunderous boom of the gun bringing the room to a less intense volume. One of the werewolves felt the gunshot with it's entire body. Knocked to it's side from all fours, it sprawled on to its back. It's claws desperately trying to dig in to its own chest.Sounds of canine anguish filled the air. In moments the medium sized hole in it's chest began to grow and spew up a pillar of fire. The other two werewolves watched, as the light blue werewolf's body was drenched in the flames, the tower of fire shooting high enough to touch the ceiling. The creature let out a pain filled howl, that turned into a scream of agony. The wolf's body returned to it's original pony form, the light blue unicorn could only scream as the flames consumed him. In this moment, no more then four or five seconds, the horrible realization of what the unicorn had done flooded his mind, along with confusion, and pain, pure white hot unbearable pain. Then only black charred bones remained.

Striker bit down on his blade hilt, pulling it from it's sheath. The thin blade glowed ominously. It was a bright metal, some kind of silver, yet it was more, the blade itself had an aura about it, and seemed to emit light. He barred his teeth and brandished his shining blade. The blade was anxious, it hadn't been used in a long time. It was excited to be out again, to let it's light shine once more.

The deep sage green werewolf charged him, thrashing at him wildly like the primal beast it was. Striker dodged, he made it look easy. Every swipe the beast made missed it's target. The wild monster attacked in a frenzy, yet Striker dodged. He was in a new mind set, he got like this when ever he used this blade. He had a zen like focus. He could see each attack, know where they were going and dodge. He reacted to each attack. The werewolf's attacks were sloppy. It flailed about. As Striker looked like he was dancing elegantly. Then once he began to understand how the creature attacked, he began to counter. Every missed slash from the werewolf gave Striker an opening. When the blade hit flesh, it acted like the blade was red hot, searing the flesh as well as slicing it. The tiny burning slashes seemed ineffective at first, but then began to slow the beast down. He knew his time to strike was drawing near.

Then he heard a cry, he turned slightly to catch Zecora in the corner of his vision, being pinned by the Ocean Blue werewolf. With the next attack with the werewolf he dealt with he thrust his blade into the monster's chest, but from the feel of the attack he knew he missed his target. Yet this would buy him the time he needed.

Zecora was trapped much like he had been with the black dog. Only the werewolf was much bigger. Zecora did her best to make herself a hard target as claws thrashed at her, only receiving small cuts instead of being rendered into ribbons. She couldn't see much, but she did see the blade pierce the monster's heart. The Ocean Blue werewolf went just like the one before him, the pillar of flame touching the ceiling. She saw him as he pulled her away from the tower of fire. She saw his blade, and her heart pounded in her chest. It can not be... that is not possible... that would mean she was sunfall...

“Seeker! Its a fucking Seeker!” The party hostess roared, then with a grim realization. “It's him! S four! Sunset's Shining Sun! Retreat! Secure the perimeter, nothing escapes! Tonight we kill a Sunfall or we die trying! Don't you dare let him escape! I want his head on a pike Damn it!”

The injured werewolf looked to it's commander then lept away, braking the revealed window, and tearing apart the curtain as it fled. Several security guards shifted as well, dropping their forms just as the creature who commanded them had, swiftly, without noise, and painlessly. They too fled to secure a perimeter.

“Shining Sun! Come to the roof if you want any of these ponies to live!”

“Why don't you come here cunt! Radiance wants to fight, come say hello with your face!” he replied smugly.

She only snarled at him, before leaping up to a balcony, along with three other bipedal wolfs.

Striker gave a heavy sigh. He stood as a body guard. He wore a fancy tuxedo, with out the hat, his streak of color in his mane was noticeable. His mane was slicked back just as it normally is, but Rarity had made him use actual hair products to make it look slick and dark. He looked good, his pale coat went well with black. He was not in a good mood.

Things were not looking good. He stood in a banquet hall full of fancy ponies dressed in suits and extravagant dresses. Among them were Rarity and Pinkie Pie, they both wore amazingly custom dresses. Zecora's dress had been slashed badly. Zecora herself wasn't fairing much better. Portions of her white, in her fur and dress, were painted red. The banquet hall was full of chaotic noise, the bloody corpses of three ponies ripped apart by fangs and claws lay on one side of the hall, and the party attendants were on the other. A single window stood shattered, the long curtain used to hide it torn down. The moon was full and beaming. The party attendants were all in a panic, screaming and yelling running aimlessly in the hall.

He ripped of his bow-tie, then roared above the crowd.

“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE THEN YOU LISTEN TO ME! IF THATS GUNNA BE A PROBLEM THEN FEEL FREE TO GO OUTSIDE!” he boomed. Accompanied by the boom of his .44, the room turned silent. “THATS BETTER! Now then, I can save you all, but you need to listen right now. I'm something called a Seeker...

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The crowd was silent, all of the ponies in the hall were quiet, any skeptic didn't voice their opinions, they didn't want to anger the Stallion with a radiant sword, and a large magnum. Zecora wasn't in the best condition, she had gotten pretty slashed up, she tried to get on her hooves but had a hard time standing. Pinkie and Rarity trotted over to him as he approached her. He glanced at the three of them.

“You three make sure nopony tries to leave. Zecora can you handle one if they try to get you while I'm on the roof?” he told them. She shook her head.

“Striker you can can't be serious! If any of this Seeker business is true then the roof is obviously some kind of trap!” Rarity retorted

“Yeah! Going up there would just be silly!” Pinkie gleamed.

“There are five dead, No more. I can stop them, I know it. I know it's a trap but I know that this is our only option.” With that, he handed Rarity his .44 “Aim for the heart, silver through the heart is the only way to bring a werewolf or Lycan down. Oh the ones on all four, werewolves, on two, Lycans. Not much of a difference, Lycans are just faster, smarter, stealthy, and overall better.”

Rarity eyed the gun, “Our... Our only option! We can... we can run if we all flee I'm sure we can escape, get to the Equestrian Guard!”

“No... they are some of the best hunters, only four or.... five of us will survive if any... if we try to flee..” Zecora cut in

Pinkie and Rarity shared a confused look.

“She a Seeker too, now then I have Lycans that need to be dealt with.” He told Rarity and Pinkie who still held shock on their faces.

“Wait!” Zecora forced. He turned giving her his attention.

“What?”

“That blade.... that belonged to Radiant Sunset....”

“It did...”

“How did you acquire it?”

“How do you think.... they say I have her eyes...” he grinned, giving her a wink.

“That means...”

“Yeah that is what that means, let's save this talk for later alright, I got lives to save.” with that he left the mares, heading for the stair case that led to the roof.

Rarity and Pinkie looked at Zecora, but Zecora said nothing.

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The moon was full, a slight breeze filled the air. Striker stood glowing blade in his mouth. The hostess stood arms crossed glaring at Striker, she stood on her back legs, easily three times Striker's height.

“I knew you'd come.” The hostess spoke with a cynical tone.

“So did I.”

“May I ask why?”

“No, this aint my first rodeo. How we doin' this, you send some cronies, I kill them then we fight? Or are we gunna cut out the middle mare and end this quickly?”

“I met Radiant Sunset, back when I was a pup, you share her arrogance boy.”

“I get that a lot, I also share her drinking habit.”

“You don't seem to understand your situation...”

“No I get it, oh trust me, I understand.”

“Then you are a fool” she laughed

“Little bit, can't argue that at all, but thats not why I'm up here.”

“Then you are insane.”

“Little bit of that too, well a lot a bit, but you have to be psycho to be a Seeker.”

“That is very true, then tell me why are you here?”

“Honestly, probably a whole mess of family and physiological issues, but really now, why does a stallion do anything? It's to impress that Zebra mare down there.”

“I saw you at the party, so serious, yet here you are so... different. So much more... narcissistic.”

“Yeah, well I'm a born Seeker, This is what I do.”

The Hostess laughed. ”So that's it then, you're going to die because you are trying to get your dick wet?”

Striker laughed back. “No, you're going to die so I can get my dick wet!”

Pleasantries over the battle began. Swift claws against a family heirloom. Stallion earth pony versus bitch Lycan. The attacks came fast from both sides. Striker wasn't going for a big hit, he wanted to burn her out. She wanted to shred him into ribbons. Her attacks went for the throat and vital parts of his body. He merely touched the edge of his blade to her flesh, searing it.

“Shining silver?” She asked.

He slid the edge across one of her back legs, getting her to groan a growl of pain.

“You tell me.”

This battle was not like the one with the werewolf, the Lycan wasn't full of bloodlust. Her attacks were not only fast but smart, planed, she was much more of a challenge then the wild animals that werewolves were. Striker was fast, but didn't have the shear stamina that she had. He could feel himself slow down. The attacks he once dodged, were beginning to touch, scratching at his tux and slicing flesh. He knew he would have to change his game plan, so he did, trading slashes for thrusts, he caught her by surprise, slipping past her defenses, he slid his blade into her lower abdomen. She lept back.

“Bring me his bowels!” she barked.

Three more Lycans came out of hiding. Each just slightly smaller then the hostess. The first lunged at him. He was smarter then they were, he knew that the hostess was the Alpha, the strongest, he got a good attack in on their best. Her minions were nothing to her. But her was still outnumbered three to one.

A Lycan landed on him, but was immediately flung of by his powerful legs. The Lycan landed on it's back, holding its chest, Striker had made sure that the blade pierced it's heart.

“MASTEEEEERRRRRRRR” the Lycan howled as it's body was turned to cinder by a pillar of black flame, almost exactly like the werewolf's.

The two other glared at him.

“He's Sunfall idiots! Don't underestimate him!” the Hostess roared clutching at the hole in her gut.

The Lycans rushed him, two against one Striker he would probably not come out of this encounter unharmed.

BOOOOOM

One of the Lycans was pelted with a burst of confetti, streamers, cupcakes, cake, ice cream, balloons, and various other party nicknacks. The blast knocked it off it two legs and nearly off the roof, it clutched the edge of the rooftop, draped in party supplies the creature was a more then confused.

Both Striker and the remaining Lycan were in shock.

“Pinkie!?” Striker voiced

“PARTY CANNON WOOOOO!” She screamed. “STRIKER I CAME TO BACK YOU UP! I GOT A CANNON! WOOOOO!”

“YOU LITTLE CU--” The second Lycan was cut off, Striker moved like lightning. He dashed and slid across the roof, his blade searing off both the Lycan's legs. It fell forward on to it's belly roaring in pain, just as fast Striker finished him, bringing the blade down right through his back and heart. He slid out the sword and rolled back as the sound of his .44 pierced the air along with shattering glass. Two Pillars of black flame shot out into the sky.

Striker ginned at the hostess. Ha he must have been dangling over a window, nice shot Rare. he thought to himself.

“BASTARD YOU HAVEN'T WON!” The hostess rushed him on all fours, eyes burning red, claws out, fangs bared. She snarled opening her mouth wide to crush him once she close enough. Instead she got a mouth full of party.

BOOOOM “PAAAAARTY CANNON WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Pinkie surged. Striker once again just like lighting he stuck after the boom. He ruthlessly gored the hostess's chest with his blade several times.

She let out a wicked howl. As she emitted a pillar of blue fire, the flames spiraling upward looking like a drill. Several more pillars of fire burst forth from where the other Lycan and werewolves were hiding. With their alpha dead, so were they.

Pinkie immediately rushed to Striker's side giving him a giant and powerful hug.

“Is it over?!”

“Should be, Alphas dead.”

“You did it! That. Is. So wonderful!!!” She squeezed harder, then jumped back in shock. A large stain of red growing as it soaked into her lovely blue and white dress. She looked like she wanted to cry.

“Ss...Striker...”

“I'm fine, I guess they got me and I didn't notice, sorry I ruined that dress Pinkie. Oh and nice save, was not expecting a umm... party.... cannon.” he replied small smile on his mouth.

“Striker you're really hurt...”

“I know, but that doesn't matter right now. C'mon lets go fix the mess down stairs.”

“It should matter, we would all be dead right now if it weren't for you!”

“No we are alive because that bitch got cocky, she thought she could take me and wanted me as a prize, she should of just thrown her attack dogs at us all at once, or she could have had them get you while she dealt with me. Not much better then dumb luck. No c'mon.” he bit back.

Against Strikers will, Pinkie forced herself into his side helping him stand. But not wanting to know what a blast from her party cannon felt like, he let her do as she please. Zecora was unconscious, Rarity held the gun and her. He eyes widened at Striker's injuries. But before anything could really happen he got them to go outside a sneak away from the castle.

“Wait were are we going?” Rarity questioned.

“Home.” Striker replied calmly, Pinkie glued to his side, Zecora on his back.

“That's it, you just up an leave.” She asked upset.

“Yup.”

“Well I hope you're happy...” she nearly shouted glaring at him.

“Yeah, relax I got a carriage waiting not to far from here, we wont have to walk.”

“It's not that! You just do this... Seeker business then you up and skip out before anypony can do or say anything.”

“Pretty much.”

“And you see no problem with this!?”

“No I see problems, but I also see more problems waiting to happen, I skip out on the drama.”

“And do you plan to skip out on your friends in Ponyville!”

“No.”

“How can I believe you! I just saw you use a glowing sword to send wolf monsters into pillars of fire! How much more is out there, how many ponies have you abandoned!? How many Rainy Peaks? How many Ponyvilles!?” she voiced on the verge of tears.

“Too many.”

“Rarity, calm down, Striker's our friend. He wont just abandon us, I know he wont. He didn't like those lame party ponies, thats how he is, but he just saved all of our lives, by putting himself in incredible danger!” Pinkie shot back in his defense. Silencing Rarity.

“Damn Pinkie, you are just covering my ass today aren't you?” he replied jokingly, cutting the tension.

“Heh... I guess I am” She gave a slight blush and scratched at the back of her head.

“It's alright Rarity, your point is valid, and understandable. But C'mon PINKIE PIE is the voice of reason here, you know shits messed up. Just relax I aint going nowhere... Still owe this Zebra on my back that kiss.” Striker told Rarity with a gin on his face before carting on. Rarity just gave a sniffle, then smiled following her two friends.

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Striker sat in a carriage. His body was tired and his body was heavy. Across from him were the three mares he protected this night. All three were asleep. He thought about the night. Things seemed off. Werewolf's and Lycans are deeply involved, but he had never seen a pack of this size. He knew he got lucky. If they simply all attacked at once instead of drawing it out, everypony at that party would probably be dead. Then there was the fact that witch's coven was also quite larger then expected. Lycans usually stick in packs of three or four. Most likely a mother and her pups. And witches more often then not keep to themselves. Covens are rare. Covens of anything more then four are even more so. Things were grouping up. And all very near the town of Ponyville. Something was happening. Plus both groups knew about his real identity. S Four. Sunset's Shining Sun. They knew him. They might have even been expecting him to show up. Granted he did uses a very unique glowing sword.

Then there were his friends. The six mares who all know about his Seeker hood. He knew for a fact that it was only a matter of time before they all spoke about him together. They all had pieces about him. Things they learned, the six friends actually might want clarification. Would he lie to them for their own protection, or would it be better for them to know everything they want to know? What if he doesn't tell them, and they abandon him, or if they abandon him anyway when they do find out? What if when he tells them his secrets, they want to know more, everything even. What if Twilight finds out then immediately writes to Celestia? That's right! Shit! Striker groaned. He had forgotten, the only reason Twilight had not written Celestia about the whole Seeker business is because she respected his privacy. What if their wants for answers take them to Celestia? Would Luna protect him? That's right Luna! He swore more to himself. This was getting to be a too much for him. Too many different possibilities, and not enough information to do anything with it. He forgot about Luna he would need to tell her his findings. But he wanted to go over everything with Zecora first. He train of thought moved to Zecora, beautiful Zecora.

He looked to her from across the small carriage. With all of this shit going on he had completely failed to realize until now that he had dragged her into his mess. In fact he dragged all his new friends into his mess simply by being their friends. He hated himself for that. He hated his bloodline. Only for a single moment, but it was undeniable. For a second, he wanted to leave all this behind. He could protect his new friends by leaving, he could end the mess simply by leaving. Just getting his belongings, and walking away. No good bye, no going away party, just escaping in the silent and dark night.

He looked at Zecora, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

He grinned. He knew he couldn't leave this ponies. Ponyville was a target. They would be in more danger if he left. Zecora was good, but she didn't have Seekers in her bloodline. She didn't have weapons like his .44 or Radiance his family rapier.

He thought about his family. Maybe I should tell them.... well only in a worst case scenario. As a pony raised Seeker, he never made friends, he never trusted random ponies. However he couldn't deny that he had never gone this long with contemplating suicide for a long time. For the first time in years, and more then ever. He wanted to live. He wanted to see the Cutie Mark Crusader's faces when they finally get their cutie marks. He wanted to see Applejack in a few years, her farm doing great, getting rich with her dedication and hard work. He wanted to see Fluttershy, perhaps making more of a living as a nurse or veterinarian. He hadn't known these ponies long at all. Yet they met more to him then his bloodline ever has. Then his family ever did. He couldn't wait wake up tomorrow, feel better, and spend some time with the closest thing he has ever had to a real family.

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“You know, you may want to talk to some pony about this reoccurring dream.” Luna stated in an elegant gown in the plateau of infinite gray that was Strikers dreamscape.

“Maybe...” He them began to tell Luna about his night, and his speculations and theories.

“You have done well, thank you for the information.”

“For your honor my mistress.”

“I have news.”

“Good or bad.”

“Depends...”

“Is your sister going to end this thousand year grudge by turning me into dust?”

“No.”

“So it's not bad.”

“It might still be bad.”

“Let's hear it.”

“I feel that there might be a attack on Ponyville very soon. Also I fear that Twilight Sparkle may tell my sister about you.”

“I thought about that too, next time I get the chance I am going talk to her about this whole situation.” He began once more, this time about his plan. Now that all six of the mares knew his secret, he figured he owed them a bit of an explanation. He would tell them anything they wanted to hear, and ask that Celestia never learns of him. Luna grinned knowing it would be the best option for the time being, if fact she might talk to Twilight herself about the situation.

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Some time later.

Deep within the Everfree

The darkness danced like fire. Wafting over, the dead leaves of the forest floor consuming them like fire. A figure emerged. The darkness dancing on his body.

“You once fell once, but please heed my call and rise.”

“On this black night, I call you.”

“Bring the Sunfall to their knees!”

“Show them their demise.”

“For you this shall be no issue.”

“Rise! RISE MY UNDYING ARMIES!”

Author's Notes:

This one was done a bit a ago, the next chapters are just a bit much.