"I-it can't be..." Babs murmured to herself, seeing the once hopeful red avatar lying broken on the ground. Sparks of energy shot from the gaping hole, the red avatar twitching slightly. The battle was at a stand still, the figure head of the resistance having been defeated.

"SCOOTALOO!" Sweetie screamed, rage and grief bleeding into her voice and making it hoarse. Purple energy shot from all around Tirek's head, the magic responding to her agony by lashing out blindly at everything nearby, foe and ally alike. Bodies went flying, undiscriminated as friend or foe. The ground itself shattered, fault lines shattering, lava pouring from the ground as it was melted down by blasts hotter than lightning.

"W-what happened?!" Tirek sputtered, dodging blasts from his larger self.

"Look out!" Discord interjected before he was slapped aside by the massive palm of the larger Tirek.

"Where are you going? Don't leave me to fight alone, coward!" Tirek roared after the sailing draconequus, a dot in the sky. He himself had little time to react before he was backhanded as well, slamming him against a cliff face, just barely missing falling into magma.

On the back of the larger, berserk Tirek, something in the red avatar stirred. Scootaloo's body was broken, a massive groove cut in her side from Tirek's energy shot and a gaping hole in her gut from the horn. Her body began to move.

"C-can't a girl get any sleep around here?.." she mumbled, staggering to her hooves.

"It's no use...There's nothing I can do now" Sweetie Belle mumbled, her head bowed, the larger Tirek coming to a halt. She let out a strangled whimper, the last of her rage disappearing. Then something slammed her little energy bubble. The little unicorn gasped in shock before looking towards the direction it had come from. "Scootaloo, you're still alive!" Sweetie screamed, jaw dropped almost comically.

"Who the Hell do you think you are? You are the one whose drill pierced heaven and Earth and even tomorrow. Why are you just sitting there?!" Scootaloo yelled, the remaining arm of her avatar pointing at the sky.

"S-she's here..Right!" Sweetie smiled tearfully, feeling her sadness disappear. Everything would be okay now. Purple energy flowed through Tirek, controlling it perfectly this time. "Everybody, everything is okay now! Come on!" Sweetie ordered, using Tirek's mouth to get her message across to the whole of the the resistance.

"There's no one like them" Babs smiled before joining the mighty cheer of the resistance.

The resistance's cheer was cut off by the strafe of a brimstone beam, separating them from Tirek.

"You damn dirty fiends! I received that magic as a gift from the Solar Queen herself! I'd sooner die than let you steal my larger self!" the smaller Tirek bellowed, charging into battle against the larger version, a squad of soldiers flying behind him.

"That freak doesn't know when to give up" Scootaloo sighed, the act of talking making her wince. She couldn't let any weakness show, not now. "Come on Sweetie, let's combine. We'll use Scootabelle for this last mission" Scootaloo ordered, managing to keep the tremble out of her voice.

"Right!" Sweetie affirmed, leaping her bubble from in between the larger Tirek's horns and flying towards Scootaloo.

"LET'S DO IT!" Scootaloo said as they clashed together, organs straining and muscles screaming at her. The lost limbs of the avatar came back, stronger than before. The entire energy turned mauve as the red head moved away, replaced by the bubble like head of Sweetie Belle's avatar. The horns they had stolen from Discord shined brightly in the lava, giving them a majestic appearance. "Even if you laugh at us for being reckless and rash, our friendship will carry us forward" Scootaloo boasted, feeling somewhat reinvigorated.

"If there's a wall in our way, we break through it! If there isn't a path, we make one!" Sweetie added, Scootabelle clenching raising its hoof in response.

"WE'RE SCOOTABELLE, JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!" they roared in unison, ignoring the lava that was exploding behind them from their very aura.

"Don't cower, take them down!" Tirek ordered, thrusting his finger forward, sending several dozen dragons, chimeras, and ogres rushing at Scootabelle.

"Make tracks, cannon fodder!" Scootaloo warned, drills bursting out of every corner of Scootabelle, impaling every single one of the squad, save for Tirek. With a flash of purple magic, the impaled bodies exploded, destroying all of Tirek's army.

"You little bastards, take this! Condemn Blaze!" Tirek snarled, firing the same orange, thin beam that had shot through Scootaloo.

"It can't break this hoof!" Scootaloo snapped back, extending Scootabelle's hoof to take the blast head on, dissipating the piercing shot.

"I-impossible" Tirek hissed, backing away slightly from the powerful pair.

"L-listen close, Sweetie Belle. Believe in yourself. Not in the Sweetie that I believe in. Not in the Scootaloo that you believe in. Have faith in the Sweetie who believes in you" Scootaloo panted, her energy slipping away.

"S-scoots?" Sweetie stammered, sure that Scootaloo was just tired, not actually hurt.

"FINISHING MOVE!" Scootaloo screamed, tearing the horns from Sweetie's bubble and tossing them at Tirek. The goat horn slashed up his hind legs while the deer antler sliced at his chest and upper arms, both spinning erratically. Finally, they were still, both horns having pinned Tirek's arms to his body, leaving him helpless. "GIGA DRILL BREAK!!!!!!" Scootaloo roared, the drill on top of Sweetie's bubble suddenly growing almost as large as Scootabelle itself. The mauve avatar shot forward, the massive drill spinning, and crashed into Tirek's chest with an audible squelch. Tirek was unable to even say anything before his words turned to a garbled gargle of death, his chest torn through completely by the drill. Scootabelle landed behind the centaur, both of the ponies inside panting. A mere second later, Tirek's broken body exploded, killing the General of Western Districts.

Scootaloo smiled, her mission complete. She slumped forward, her body failing her, organs that had been perforated falling apart.

"Later, buddy" she murmured, her heart ceasing to beat. The last thing she heard were Sweetie calling for her.

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