Apple Bloom had seen many things in her life, though young as she may have been. She had seen Nightmare Moon rise from the darkness, and she had seen her fall to Applejack and her friends. She had seen the dreaded Discord break from his stone prison, and she had seen him fall to Applejack and her friends. She was an eyewitness to the siege of Canterlot by the Changeling Queen, Chrysalis, and she had seen her fall to Applejack, her friends, and the love of two ponies.

But right here.

Right now.

There was no Applejack.

And there were none of her friends.

Nothing could have saved her from the explosive situation she was about to witness. Turning her eyes to the dire scene, she watched in horror, the entire world slowing down rapidly.

Apple Bloom sat in a stall in Hay Burger, a large plastic cup in front of her filled with soda that she had earlier requested specifically. Her body turned elsewhere, she took notice of the amount of ponies likewise sitting inside the building, munching on their burgers, their fries, and sipping at their drinks without a care in the world, completely disregarding their ultimate demise. Jaw slack, her thousand-yard gaze flew to the front of the restaurant, to the cash registers and food menu.

Walking away from said area was a large, burly Unicorn with a dark mane and a bright pink tray balanced on his hoof, a container of fresh fries and a plastic-wrapped hayburger on said tray. Next to the food, however, was a small, ripped ticket, with an even smaller number etched on its surface.

0.

Behind him, the line of ponies were stepping backward, as if attempting to reverse through the entryway, for in front of them, rising, was a blue Pegasus, a large spot of brown staining his coat in a tag team with the bits of chicken dung and egg remains he had already acquired beforehand, the perpetrator lying next to him in a pool of its own contents. Getting up, his brow furrowed, and his body tensed.

In his hoof was the other half of the ticket.

8.

Apple Bloom gulped, for the Unicorn had made a grave mistake: stealing Delirious' food.

Her eyes panned, landed, and locked, and slowly the world began to increase in speed once again. Delirious sprang up, like a cat after a butterfly, forelegs outstretched toward the unknowing Unicorn. And suddenly, the world came to.

A dull thud sounded in the building, accompanied by an ear-shattering yell.

"You takin' my fuckin' food, you little shit?!"

Delirious clambered onto the stallion and raised a hoof to strike him in the face, only to watch as the Unicorn's own hoof smashed into his gut. Keeling over in pain, he rolled off and onto the tiled floor, clutching his stomach as his opponent popped his neck, the fries and burger now spilled on the ground. Delirious sucked in a breath, quickly getting up and turning to his left.

A lunch tray flew over his head as he ducked, giving a Kubrick stare to his opponent. "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!" Suddenly, roaring in rage, he tackled the stallion, carrying him in a Fireman's Carry as the two charged through the trash cans and tables of the establishment, knocking them to the ground and scattering their contents.

The duo crashed through the front door, knocking it off its hinges and onto the grass adjacent to it. Delirious hit the ground, making sure to roll over the Unicorn to get better ground. Rising to his hooves, he turned to his right and found the stallion, his stomach toward the sky as he attempted to get up. Thinking quickly, Delirious threw a punch his way, landing a hit on his opponent's nose. As he clutched the broken appendage, Delirious staggered backward, head woozy. Clutching it, his vision swam, and when he came to, he found himself being charged.

Bracing himself to no avail, he rolled over on the grass nearby, landing on his stomach. Growling, he stared straight forward, his peripherals showing his foe lying on the ground as well. Breathing heavily, he mused, "God... I need a fuckin' weapon!"

As if on cue, a small explosion sounded off in the distance. Wincing slightly, he about jumped out of his skin as a frying pan bounced toward him, finally settling in front of him in the grass. Looking to his right, he saw the Unicorn also looking at the frying pan. Knowing he had more strength, Delirious began to laugh, shakily rising to his hooves as he bent over and collected the weapon.

Limping over to the downed Unicorn, he patted the frying pan's surface....

...only to recoil as he raised the hoof in the air, a look of absolute disgust on his face as he attempted to shake off the atrocious slime on his hoof. Screwing up his face, he sniffed lightly, catching the whiff of nuts, eggs, and cereal. Suddenly, the pan took on a bright yellow glow. Raising a brow, he watched as his hoof moved with it in the air, before it suddenly flew out of his grasp and smacked into his face. Falling to the ground in a heap, he rubbed his cheek.

Sucking in a breath, he winced at the touch. Scouring the area in front of him for anything he could use, he found no luck.

Thinking, he reached to his side, pulling out a grenade and bringing it to his eyesight. Fiddling with it, he went to pull off the ring.

Suddenly, his eyes grew wide. Something had his tail. Panicking, he grabbed at the grass in front of him, attempting to hang on, only for the force to pull even harder. Yelling obscenities at a mile a minute, he could only watch as the grass in his hooves tore away from their cousins, and his world turned upside down, literally.

Slowly, he found himself hovering toward the Unicorn, who bore a cocky grin on his face despite the small amounts of blood leaking from his nose, his horn lit with yellow. The frying pan was grasped firmly in his two hooves.

"Listen up, you bitch."

"Fuck you- ow!" He yelled as the Unicorn yanked his tail.

"Get the hell outta here. What's mine is mine-"

Placing one hoof on his hip, Delirious pointed at him and raised an eyebrow, "'What's mine is mine'? What the fuck are you talking about? You stole my food!"

The Unicorn growled, and brought Delirious closer to him. Holding his hooves out, he thrust the frying pan into Delirious' hooves, receiving a short oof in response. Grinning, the Unicorn raised Delirious high into the air, and calmly spoke, "Now piss off." Delirious watched as he lit up his horn, and suddenly found himself being tossed in a circle, the air rushing out of his lungs in a brief second before he flew through the air, sailing toward the rest of the town.

His eyes clenched shut, he grit his teeth and braced himself, knowing full well he had dropped the grenade when his opponent had flung him. Not hearing the explosion, and not feeling the impact of a house, he opened both eyes. Looking down, he became aware of the frying pan in his hands-

Impact.

He flew through a house, clearing a hole in its side as he fell to the carpeted floor in a cold mess. He slowly rose to his hooves, shaking his body and scattering the wood and paint chips from the house on the ground. Growling, he turned to his right to retrieve the frying pan, halting as he heard a voice.

"Hey man, that's my frying pan-"

Delirious turned, teeth bared. He snorted and glared.

"Fuck off, bitch."

The yellow Earth pony's hoof faltered, and Delirious grinned. Resuming his previous action, he successfully collected the frying pan, and flared his wings. Unsure that he would be able to use them correctly, he sucked in a breath. Looking through the hole he had made, he saw the Unicorn, unscathed and walking back toward the front door of Hay Burger.

Raising a hoof to the side of his mouth, he screamed, "Don't think you took me out motherfucker! I'm comin', and you're gonna fuckin' give me my fuckin' fries you fuckin' bitch!"

With that, he grasped the frying pan close to his chest, flared his wings once more, and soared through the hole, screaming bloody murder as he flew back toward the restaurant. Stopping in midair, he looked down at the Unicorn, who looked up in kind. Suddenly, Delirious watched as his opponent got into a stance, his foreleg behind his head. Flinging it forward, Delirious struggled to dodge a large number of knives, the jagged weapons sailing off into the woods.

Growling, Delirious bellowed, "I'm servin' up some motherfuckin' ass beatings, bitch!"

Delirious tucked his wings in.

He dove.

And, without a weapon, the Unicorn below braced himself and raised his hooves to punch at him.

Delirious saw this, and grinned.

Reaching the point he needed, Delirious laughed wildly.

And swung.

The force knocked him to the right like a ragdoll. Rolling in the grass, he lay still for what seemed like hours, breathing in and out heavily. Catching his breath, he flung his head upward, and found his Unicorn foe on the ground and unconscious. Smiling, he yelled to the world around him, "Fuck yeah!"

Quickly getting up, he walked over to the body to examine it, and succeeded in finding what he wanted. A large welt had formed on the Unicorn's right cheek. Laughing maniacally, he stepped over his body, lowered his plot, and proceeded to shake his ass over the beaten Unicorn's face in victory. Looking back at the frying pan, he stopped dancing. A large crowd of ponies had formed, watching him in silence as he stood as still as a statue, not liking being watched, ironically.

A fluttering of wings startled him. Turning to his left, he found a single crow staring at him as well. Stepping off the body and looking at it, he heard the sound of wings once again, and shifted back to glare at the crow, pulling out his heavy pistol and aiming at the bird.

"Hey! There's no food for you here, bird! Fuck off."

The crow stared at him, perplexed, and suddenly cawed loudly. Flapping its wings, it proceeded to take off.

Delirious pulled the trigger.

The bird, flying upward, was able to dodge it, and left behind the large rock it had been sitting in front. The bullet struck the rock's flat surface, and ricocheted, bouncing off at an angle and flying back toward its owner. Delirious yelped, his head flying backward violently as the bullet bounced off his hockey mask, leaving a mark. It traveled a few feet before ricocheting off one of the garbage cans Delirious had thrown out of the restaurant, and finally flew through the open door of Hay Burger, rebounding off another trash can, and sailing past the cash registers, through a box of fresh fries, and into the gas tank that powered the heater.

"Uhh..."

"EVERYPONY GET OUT! IT'S GONNA BLOW!"

A large mass of ponies quickly fled from the fast food joint, joining the previous crowd as they watched a part of Hay Burger slowly go up in flame.

"Get the fire department!"

"Somepony get some water!"

Delirious was transfixed on the sight. Apple Bloom slowly walked up to him, and joined him as they watched Hay Burger begin to increase in burn damage. Apple Bloom gulped.

Delirious counted numbers in his head, intending on reaching the expected time of five.

He only reached three before he had to shield the filly's eyes from the blast, the crowd of ponies screaming and yelling from fright. Delirious blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.

A large blaring of sirens suddenly made their way into the world, and soon enough, they sounded off right behind him in the road. Turning his head, he watched as half a dozen ponies, dressed in blue with hats on their heads, walked toward the mass of ponies still fearing for their own safety. Calming them down, one officer walked into the middle of the road, and asked loudly.

"Who's responsible?!"

All hooves pointed to Delirious.

"Oh c'mon guys. That's fuckin' bullshit!" He shouted with a feigned, nervous laugh. Not looking down, he said happily, "I'm glad you're with me, Apple Bl-"

He looked down.

A yellow hoof jabbed itself into his chest.

Blank faced, he quickly groaned, "Oh fuck you."

Author's Notes:

I'm sorry if this chapter is kinda low-quality, really wanted to get it out so I could get to writing what I already had in my head.

I love fight sequences.