Bobby Klein frantically moved his hand over the ground, desperate to find the magazine that he had dropped by accident. He was down to that final magazine, and his squad-mates were busy laying suppressive fire on the enemy. He needed to get back into the game; each soldier they had firing at the enemy would increase their chances of getting out of this place alive.

Not that he wanted to kill anyone, but that was his duty as a soldier. Unlike Equestria, he thought to himself. When his buddies found out that he watched the show along with his daughter, they started to laugh at him, thinking that he had gone soft. Of course, those who had insulted him couldn't speak straight for a few hours afterwards.

Bobby finally found what he was looking for, and slid it into his M4A1. Just as he was about to target down his holographic sight, he heard something land next to him, which was followed immediately with shouting from one of his squad-mates, Rick Tang.

"Grenade!" Rick yelled out, diving for cover. Anyone who heard it followed suit, including Bobby, who was also silently counting down the number of seconds he had before it went off. A fellow soldier was unlucky enough to be caught in the explosive radius of the weapon, and bits of him flew in several directions. Bobby felt sorry for the poor man, but knew that he couldn't do anything more for him.

Anything but one. By chance, something fell in front of him, and Bobby recognized it instantly. It was the dog-tag from the fallen soldier, and he reached for it immediately, pocketing it as soon as he managed to grab hold of it. At the very least, they would know and remember who the brave soldier was.

Rick was yelling at Bobby and the few other soldier who were with him, giving instructions to breach a locked doorway. Through a quick analysis, Bobby could tell that it was a sound strategy, because the route they were going to take would lead them past the enemy squad, with a high chance they could flank them.

Bobby hurried over to the doorway, with Rick providing him with some cover fire. With a good kick, Bobby managed to get the door open. What he saw nearly killed him. There was an enemy soldier in front of him, and he could also hear something metallic hitting the floor. Without hesitation, he bore his weapon and aimed down the sights. As he squeezed the trigger, something in front of him exploded with a brightness, and he found himself suddenly blind.

Bobby wasn't looking directly at the flash-bang when it went off, nor was it directly next to him. However, his ears was left ringing, and his sight returned in a matter of seconds, together with his hearing. However, he didn't like what he saw next, and he most certainly didn't believe it either. There were screams of panic everywhere around him, and he saw colored ponies running around in a frantic manner.

At once, he knew where he was; that he was in Ponyville, and that these were ponies that were scurrying about from him. However, logic told him that none of it was possible. Nonetheless, he realized that the best course of action was to hide away somewhere while things, no matter how crazy it seemed, calmed down a little.

Running through alleyways, and hiding from the occasional pony, Bobby found himself out of the busiest place in town, and on a seemingly quiet riverbank. He set down his rifle and removed his helmet, taking a breather from all the running he had just done. He exhaled, and took his canteen, filling it up with water from the river. He poured some over his face, hoping that, no, believing that it was all just a dream.

As his eyes opened again, he saw that nothing had changed, that he was still on the riverbank that he had arrived only recently. Cursing silently, he returned his water canteen to where he took it, and caught sight of the reflection of something that was right next to him.

He turned in that direction, drawing his trusty sidearm, his Desert Eagle, and took aim. Before him was a filly that was not much bigger than his bicycle he had back at home, a filly with a gray coat. In fact, when he thought about it some more, he realized that he had his weapon trained on Derpy Hooves. He stood there with his weapon in hand, and lowered it slowly. When it was trained on the floor, Derpy skipped past him, almost painfully oblivious to how close she had come to being steak.

Bobby holstered his weapon, and reached for his helmet and rifle. Before he could reach either, however, the rifle was yanked out of his reach, surrounded by a purple glow. His eyes followed his now floating weapon, and he found that, to his dismay, that he was surrounded by six different ponies.

The combat awareness in his brain reacted even faster. If the ponies had him disarmed, then they were probably his enemies. He drew his sidearm once more, but with a flash of cyan his pistol was no longer in his hands. Then, the orange pony was on him, kicking at him with her rear hooves. Bobby wasn't fast enough to dodge it; he took the blow primarily on his vest. He staggered, and the pain he felt from the blunt force trauma, while not incapacitating, was almost unbearable.

He did not hesitate, however, and lashed out at the one who had just assaulted him. He sank his boot into where he though the pony's rear lower left leg met the upper. He heard the satisfying sound of bone giving way, and the scream of pain from the pony was shrill indeed.

Carrying on with his success, he ran past the pony, but the cyan one dashed past him, blocking his most obvious path of escape. Not wanting to change direction, he drew his combat knife and charged. The pony braced for a collision, but Bobby nimbly rolled under her. As he exited the roll, he sank the knife into the cyan pony's legs, and there was heard another shout of pain.

He did not like to cause pain to unarmed opponents, but they had left him with no choice. There was only one pony in his way left; the yellow pegasus. With a roar, he charged her, and the pegasus began shivering with fright. But before he could even get close, he felt a sharp blow to the head, and suddenly he had trouble staying upright. He fell to the floor, and the last thing he remembered before blacking out was the loud thud of his helmet landing before his eyes.