The sounds of a Gate teleportation came, with the Spawning Pits forming by the Main Gate as Jerry walked out, by him were the secondary team as Jerry formed up his horde with their Spawning Pits. As the Minions popped out and forming up behind him, Jerry motioned to the Greens to Spree as he ordered. “Follow her and her orders.” One of the Greens recognized her as it cheered.

“Gold mare, gold mare!” one of the other Greens hiss in confusion.

“Gold mare?” another Green told with a toothy smile.

“Gold mare, stab spear! Likes stabby!” a few other Greens cheer, as the 15 assassins move around Spree as Jerry joked.

“Look like a few remember you, Spree.” as he couldn't help but be amused with how some of the mares seem to edge a bit away from the Greens around the golden mare as a few jump with hoots with their arms up in the air. He mentally ordered his Greens to stay with Spree until he changed it, just in case if he accidentally called them back. As he motioned his Minions to follow, adding to Spree. “Now, let's get busy.” already walking out as while he would enjoy the talk, he knew that they were on a job.

While he was heading his way to the east part of the town, he heard Gnarl grumbling in annoyance. “Blasted mare, seeing her in control of the Minions is making me sick of the sight. They should be controlled by you, Sire.”

“Gnarl, desperate time calls for desperate measures,” told Jerry as he added in slight amusement. “Beside, they’ll come back under my control after this whole thing.” going down a road as he was slowly getting closer to the eastern part of Trottingham as he added in slight amusement. “Beside, think of how much carnage I’ll bring?” as he heard the old minion cackle to that.

In fact Jerry noticed that said carnage was coming sooner, as he saw what few armored troops were coming at him, as he directed his Reds to positions of cover to attack. While bringing his Browns to get ready as a few crossbow bolts came flying at him. Hearing pings on his armor as he raise his blade to slash down into a arm, as the armored Caribou scream in pain of the dented armored arm.

Jerry raise his left hand, lighting pouring into the Caribou mind as soon as he knelt, he stop and ordered. “Fight for me with your dying breath, whelp!”

The Caribou getting on his hooves, saluted and told in a dull tone. “At once, my liege!” charging to his former allies, as Jerry didn’t bother pausing to see their expressions, as he kept lighting at any Caribou that were in close distance. Making them slowly rising into his own ranks as he mentally commanded his Browns to start fighting. Positioning a few to guard him as he gave mental commands to the ‘traitors’. Kill them. Stab them. Make them unable to leave this area! as the Caribous roar out, using their military might and skills to fight for their new Dark Lord as he kept lighting at any Caribou he could, to keep them here and fighting him while the secondary team snuck in.

He felt his Reds firing their bolts of fire, hitting at any Caribou commanders or mages that might hit their Master. Feeling a Brown dying as a Blue move to grab and resurrect as to make them fight again for Jerry.

“Form a wall!” commanded a Caribou, as more guards were coming into Jerry position, forming shielded walls as they were trying to box him in. Jerry sent a mental command to his Browns and thralls to form up, as he started to walk, then jog-- and running towards the wall to do what he did in Canterlot. Steamrolled the wall into nothing.

The results, were fairly much the same as before. The wall didn’t hold in the position the ton-of-armor slammed into, next to tossing a few bodies and denting shields. And like before, those following in his wake poured into the pierced location of the defence. Though it was only now, right in the thick of it, did Jerry find himself more or less surrounded by more caribou's who turned to attack.

He spread his arms out, forming Shock Shield as the barrier protected him, sending out mental commands for the thralls to attack. Letting them die for him as he backed up, letting the barrier takes the hits of blades, spears, anything attempting to hit him. But getting a dosage of shock in the progress as some died due to their bodies covered in metal. As Jerry managed to get out of surrounded Caribous, he removed the shield as he turned his left arm to send out the Target spell. Seeing it spread across as from the one he hit it, to 3 other's as they knelt down.

He pull back, quickly hitting more as he sent the same mental command over and over. Fight for me. Defend me. Kill them until you die! as the more Caribous he dominated, the more fought for him. He felt some of his Reds and Browns dying, as crossbow bolts hit into them. Even managing getting some of his Blues as he told. “Gnarl, Spawning pits, now!” seeing the three pits up as he brought forth the numbers to keep his horde up.

Giving mental commands to his Browns to fight, his Reds to keep firing, and his Blues taking cover and reviving when a Minion died. All the while he kept spreading his Target onto Caribous, doing everything he can as to keep them occupy with him here.

There was a sound of a faint command call being given, one that Jerry more or less ignored while he focused on the situation around him. It was a moment after it though, that a rain of arrows and bolts fell onto his position. While the attacks themselves were not harmful to his overly thick armor-- more than once Jerry had to stop his attack to cover his face more. Or brace and cover the chinks of his armor that the arrowheads threaten to wedge themselves into.

He saw some of the Caribous attempting to retreat, attempting to leave the area they fought against him as he thought. No, no, no! I got to keep them here, have to keep them occupy with me! Think, think of what to make them stay! seeing them retreat to more ‘iron sheets’ of shields as the few Caribou thralls stood with him, as the other's died to the rains of arrows and bolts as he commanded. “You, make them stay and fight. Make them stay and pay attention to me.”

While the thrall did not understand why, he obeyed. “At once, my liege.” then turn to shout out. “You dare call yourself males? You run from a fight! You might as well ask to be turn into a cunt and be fucked by a real male!” That...is probably something that won’t help get them to fight and stay here. thought Jerry as he felt like facepalming, not believing that this would actually work at all.

The resounding pause of thundering retreating hooves however made Jerry pause and glance past his hand. Whatever fear they had was gone-- it was instead replaced by a look of slight realization, and possibly desperation as the guards bared their arms and charged back. Perhaps recklessly so.

Oh shit, that actually works!? thought Jerry as while this was good...he noticed that they were charging with aggression as he added. Annnnd they’ll be harder to fight too. Damn it. He saw them coming with the guards with wall shields to box him, he raised his left arm up. Letting out Combustion as it burned the charging Caribous alive, seeing their bodies burning, them struggling to push through the fire as other's died on the ground.

He kept his hand up as he lower it, releasing the spell as Jerry saw more still rushing at him. He mentally commanded the thralls to form a wall, seeing them getting before him and forming up. But that made more Caribous coming out from the shield walls forming around him to rush attacks to get behind him. Jerry turn to raise his left hand, letting lighting whip out to a few of the chargers. Getting them to kneel down as it spread. Quickly taking another 4 as the thralls defend their master as the Browns were rushed to meet other attackers trying to circle around their Overlord.

But Jerry saw blood splatter against swinging blades, hearing the dying sounds of Reds as he saw their perch area, arrows hitting into them as they were decimated. He didn’t saw his blues coming, sensing that they were eliminated by a few Caribous that charged to them. He felt his Browns dying, seeing his thralls dying as blood splatter out from necks. Seeing the chargers getting stab into the arm, the chest or neck.

He had to raise his blade to stop another blade, forcing him to stop using his Target as to defend himself. He saw the desperation, the fear, the aggression of the Caribou before him. He push back against the male, as Jerry raise his blade to attack, seeing the Caribou move to the side as he thrust to Jerry neck, hoping to kill him fast. Jerry brush the blade aside with his free hand, as he grip the shoulder, stabbing the blade into the chest.

Seeing the dying expression of the Caribou, the fear, the pain, and the dying light in him as he came down. Jerry pull the blade back, as his gauntlet absorbed the Brown lifeforce. He didn’t had time to pause, as saw a Brown dying, looking dead as he refocus how many forces he got. He grimly felt the numbers of Browns dwindling, as he focus on the Brown Spawning Pit, summoning more and more to fight and defend him.

He heard dying breaths, turning to see his thralls killing the chargers. Stabbing into their stomachs, blood splattering on their armor as their dull eyes and expression didn’t reveal any joy, any pain. Just emotionless expressions. Even when they themselves died, they didn’t show anything.

He felt a hit on his armor, as he turn to feel the hits of Caribou's with blades trying to hurt him. He raise his blade to hit them back, arcing across them as one was pushed down with a broken neck. Another moving back in time and got a dented helmet as he fell back. But another got his head chopped off, as blood exploded, covering Jerry armor, his mask, and even bits of his face.

He resist the urge to puke, smelling the copper so close now he almost tasted the blood on his mask. He sent out a mental command to the Minions to defend him, forcing the thralls to defend him as he saw he was surrounded by shields all around him. Hearing a laughter as a voice spoke out. “We have you surrounded! Our troops have you and your rats in sights! Prepare to be turned to a whore for us, Overlord!” as he saw potions being tossed in the air as Jerry summoned forth Shield, the ‘basic’ spell he had.

He added a mental command for his Minions and thralls to stick close, as when the potions hit, breaking on the Shield, they drip down to the ground as the voice called out. “You can’t hide in there forever! You have to get out somehow!”

What to do, what to do… looking around, trying to find a way out as while he had their attention, it was a matter of time before they might head back to the town as he thought of charging, maybe running around and over-running the Caribous as that seem better than letting his magic run out. He dispel Shield, giving a mental order to kill while running with him. As he charged into the shielded walls and doing his best to cause as much destruction as possible as he kept running.

This time, he did not break through like last time. The steel shields flared with runes, magic inside them flaring and repelling not just him, but the caribou away from the other. Jerry found himself sliding and nearly tripping backwards. It was only thanks to his armors more mechanical parts by Albert’s own initiative, that helped him keep balance.

“Fire!” Jerry heard, more vials being tossed over the ranks. Part of his breath caught in his throat. If those things touched, would they do what they said? Turn him into a she? Jerry had to get his shield up once more, the magical barrier holding-- though a few of the thralls were turned doe. The process slow and their bodies shifting in a way their armor began to look too big for them, or tight for their chests.

Oh shit! thinking quickly as he look around, seeing only shield walls, some water, nothing but-- he refocus on the water. Seeing a stream running under a nearby bridge, as he gain a idea. He made his Minions go into the Spawning Pit as he was alone with his few thralls. He grit his teeth, but ordered. “Thralls attack and die for me!” quickly turning to the nearby bridge as the thralls, both male and female, charged towards the wall of shields.

He didn’t bother looking back, he didn’t bother seeing them dying, or in the doe cases, being taken out of their armor and being raped. He just headed to bridge as the commanding voice called out. “Get him! We can fuck with our new cunts after he’s dead or turned!” hearing the stomping of hooves as he got to the Bridge. Glancing to see himself surrounded on both side as he dispel the Shield as the voice called out to mock him.

“Look at you, running, you must want to be a female so bad!” Jerry took a breath, and sheath his blade...and told in a confident tone.

“I’m not running...I’m making a tactical move.” and then jumped off the bridge and into the water.

Smirks and grins quickly turned to shock, all the caribou rushing up and moving to the railing the Overlord just jumped over. The waters made a mighty splash, water flying up and back down and slowly settling. All the troops looked down, one remarking, “The coward… chose to drown himself.”

They watched for a moment, a large cascade of bubbles reaching the surface, though to them it only marked he lost his breath. The commander snorted and told, “Forget it. He’ll be dead in a minute or two.” Then pointed, “Turn focus on the Resistance and it’s whores-- we have cunts to reclaim!”

A cheer rose as the troops turned away and marched on, some leaving the group to take their new doe prizes that were being held down and raped where they were. Though, below the bridge, deeper into the murky waters where no one could see, one Overlord was trudging his way through water. A hissing and gurgling of air and bubbles moving around his now unfolded mask while he made his way towards land… and was thankful in mind for the air tanks.

I never thought the day would come that I would be thankful I asked for airtanks from Albert. Guess being prepare paid off. thought Jerry, as Gnarl spoke in his helmet.

“Master, I am impressed you are alive. I honestly thought you died by now, guess that sickly human things worked for once in your favor in the armor.” As Jerry rolled his eyes, looking through what he could in the murky water. He tried his best...but relent and turning on LED lights into his helmet, getting a better sight as he admitted.

Look like Albert won that discussion of having LED lights in my helmet. thought Jerry, as he noticed the ground was raising up as he was getting to dry land, coming up from the waters as it dripped down his armored form.

Washing away the blood as he felt the mask moving to the side, as he turned off the lights that, in his opinion, made it look like he had six eyes. He ignored the water that tried to get into the chinks of his armor, as well ignoring the slight soreness in his body as he marched on. Seeing Spawning Pits as he summoned up Browns, Reds, a bit of Greens, and a few Blues.

As he took a low breath, trying to figure out where he was...and heard the marching sound of hooves and clinks of armor...as a devious grin rise from his face. Jerry sent a mental command to his Greens, to move and find the commander, as he followed them. Letting them lead him to the troops...and once he saw them in sight...did he unleash not only the Legion of Honor spell...but shouted as he charged his Browns and Greens to attack the commander and the unsuspecting troops that march on.

“I’M BACK BITCHES!” and before they even realize who it was-- the Greens and Browns jumped onto the commander, stabbing him and attacking him until he bled to death, the Reds firing upon bolts of fire unto the troops, as they scream and tried to take the fire off as Jerry swung his blade, cutting off a arm as the blood came out. Hitting his armor as the scream of pain rang out.

But he didn’t care, he wanted payback. He wanted them to die. He wanted them to stay and focus on him as he lift his left arm, mind altering his targets as he dominated their mind as he told. “Fight until you die!” getting his new thralls to fight within the ranks as Jerry couldn’t help but give a grin to this twist on these fools. Grabbing a horn, he pulled a Caribou before him, as the male died from a spear thrust into his chest.

The attacked looked shock, before Jerry push him further in the spear, as he let go and swung the blade across the neck. While not chopping the head off, the tip alone managed to slice through the neck, blood spilling out as he died a slow death. Jerry backhanded any Caribou that got near, as while they tried to form ranks, he let out his Target spell as he made his Browns rush ahead, and his Greens move behind. Killing them all the more as as he swing his blade in either defending or attacking while his hand change from Target spell, to gripping a horn or weapon, sometimes a limb as he pull them to defend him or to give them a death by their fellow kin.

“Heheheh…” It at first started small, the slight chuckle in his throat and the slight tingling of a burning feeling in his blood. “Hahahahahaha….” But then it grew. Grew and became all the more hotter. The rush of a fight, the sight of the anguished cries, the sight of realization they couldn't best him. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” It was exhilarating-- the raw POWER of their fear of his strength. With a pause in his laughter, he then asked in a rather pleasant tone. ”Are you having fun yet?!”

There was no answer, no attempt to even speak….as Jerry slowly realize...realize that the only remainder were a battalion...and around him were his thralls, all standing with injuries, wounds...or looking bloodied with their dull looks as his horde were smaller. Seeing his Greens were but 1, his Browns down to 10, his Reds down to 3..and his Blues down to a few...he look to the surrounded untaken Caribous, all doing their best to grip their weapons as their hands shake.

He couldn’t help but mock. “You were so confident earlier...what happen to that bravo?” feeling a smirk under his mask as he asked innocently. “Was it when I killed your commander? Because you all don’t seem...certain.” then ordered to the thralls. “Go back to where they left. Kill the ones who are raping the does. And tell the doe thralls to come back to me.” then as they split into a couple to march back, he look to the battalion, as he saw one tried to be confident.

“Y-You...you can’t kill us all! We outnumber you, all you have are just, just mindless things!” and sneer. “And rats!” Jerry hum...and asked in a grinning manner.

“And yet I managed to make you terrified of me.” as he took a step to emphasize this, as they visible move back. Smirking as he told to his thralls. “Kill them all.” and once they grip their weapons, they moved forward, going to the remainders as they charge to the thralls, stabbing them, punching them-- anything they can do to get out of this alive!

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Keeping a close eye out and around her surroundings, Spree carefully moved her hands over the grips of her spear. She glanced back to the remaining supplies and those under her command for this mission. Especially the greens. Watching Jerry command them was one thing-- but keeping them in line was just like she said. Rambunctious kids.

Still, she had to give them their enthusiasm. She smiled just a bit at how well they worked-- even more when coordinated. It wasn’t easy, but they did their jobs rather well, and survived. That was a good bonus to her. One got a bit roughed up-- but nothing a little patch up bandage job couldn't fix.

She gave one last look to another crate being moved out, this time with some dollies to help move it. She breathed in and sighed, turning to the greens and told, “Alright kids, time to leave. You know the drill. Keep low and near the edges of the group-- and get ready to turn any ambushers into pincushins. Don’t fight them alone.” Then added in while holding up her spear. “Some of us want a stab in too.”

A few laugh as one told. “Stab, stab!” all moving along and out of sight, as one mare admit.

“I don’t know how you can handle their stench Spree. It's like being near 3 week old garbage that didn’t got dumped out.” shaking her head some as she added. “I’m surprise they managed to listen to you well, when one of us tried to order them-- they completely ignored us.”

Turning to her, Spree told, “You just got to know how to speak their language, Flake.” Then rolled her eyes and added with a smile, “Kind of like dealing with kids, or that’s how Shadow and I saw it.” Then went on, “And like kids, they hate baths. Especially those green ones. Shadow and I tried cleaning them to get that stink off-- we felt it was less trouble not to after that.”

Snorting in amusement, another mare joked. “I bet those red ones hate the bath even more, with them producing fire and all.”

Shaking her head, Spree told while taking point, “In a funny way? All that fire keeps them clean. As long as you don’t mind the smell of some, they are actually one of the more cleaner ones around.” Then went on, “And can be pretty good cooks to.”

A few chuckle, as they heft the supplies the best they could in a group, as another mare mentioned. “Shame we couldn’t get those brown ones with us. They can easily carry most of these supplies easy.”

“They also would have rather fought or attacked the crates.” Told Spree with a eye roll. “I like the Greens or Blues a bit more. They have at least some restraint. Not much, but enough to not break everything in sight.” They moved around the next corner, Spree glancing around before spotting their goal before motioning, “Come on. Not much further.” Then announced, “Once we reach the gate, you kids find Jerry and the others, tell them it’s time to leave.”

Although when they were getting closer to the Waypoint Gate, a Green sniff, taking in something and told. “Master! Master!” pointing at a distance figure a mile away. A mare squint her eyes, trying to see and asked to Spree lowly while she gripped her bow.

“Spree, you think it's the Overlord? For all we know, it could be a patrol coming...there's something more in the distance than that figure.” seeing more figures coming with whatever the Minions were pointing or cheering at.

Turning her head to glance, Spree thought it over and told, “Just keep going. We need to get the supplies out first.” Then glanced down and told, “I doubt the minions are wrong. It’s probably the Overlord, but we can’t stick around if he’s being tailed.”

Turning to keep going, she ordered, “So double time it girls. Flake, take point with Palm and Slate.” Then turned, “Kids, from up with me and follow behind. Incase we need to give the caribous a new haircut.”

The Greens cackle, following behind the earth mare. While the remaining mares quickly moved, hefting the supplies to the Gate, doing everything they can to keep their awareness in case of a ambush as they made it to the small Gate.

While Spree was heading to the figure in the distance, she could tell that it was Jerry...and Caribous following him. But the oddest thing was...he wasn’t running, no he was...walking? She almost didn’t believe it, as the tall male, with his small horde was walking...with not only the Caribou males, but with does too as they marched behind him. Forming a number of a near platoon as they followed Jerry.

The Greens cheer on more. “Master! Master!” “Master comes!” “Hehehe, the Master!”

Looking down at the minions, Spree sighed and glanced. The gate wasn’t too far now, and the mare’s would be there in a bit. She glanced down and told, “Alright kids, go on back to Jerry.” Then added, “And make sure a couple of you tell Captain Armor we’re done here.”

They split as while the remainder headed to Jerry, the few were rushing to the Gate. Going with the mares as to provide extra support as well as to inform the unicorn.

As Jerry walked, he noticed his Greens back within his ranks, as he wonder when they came in, before glancing up to see Spree standing as he thought. Wait...what is she doing standing? glancing to see the secondary team going through the Gate as the Greens noticed the drench of blood on their Master, as the Greens were learning from their fellow servants of the Overlord of the carnage he gave to the Caribou forces.

When the man came close, he asked. “Spree, what are you doing standing, I thought you would be with the secondary team and back with the other's?”

Spear tapping on ground, the mare leaned on it slightly and paced a hand on her hip, telling, “I should be asking you what you’re doing here, Jerry. You’re way past the front lines where you were supposed to hold of the defense group.” Then glanced back with a concerned look. “Why are there Caribou following… you?” Then squinted asking, “Are those Doe’s?”

“Ah, well to be frank…” started Jerry. “I already did my job, the defense group is near gone, so I thought with me being done-- I thought I’ll head back.” then said. “As for the following Caribous….” glancing back to see them stopping in place, as he look back to her as he said. “There's a good reason for that. As for the Does? Transformation potion trying to hit me during the whole thing.”

Screwing up her face, Spree took that into consideration… before slightly glaring, “Jerry.” A undertone of disappointment. “Did you ever think that Captain Armor might want some assistance on his front? Or securing your front further if another attack came to flank his side?”

“Welllll, I was slightly securing his side...just sort of…” taking a breath in. “got distracted with something.” then raise his hand saying. “And before you said anything, I did help him, just...not in the way he possibly thought.” seeing her brow raise and hoof tapping as he explain. “You see Spree, before I got here and was back in my position with my part done, Gnarl reminded me I had to help Shining, so I came to help him with these lot hitting the Caribou flank.” pointing his thumb to the thralls as he went on.

“Caused them a lot of confusion, but it did gave Shining and his troops time to pull back once I send my lot to fight.” seeing her sigh and holding up her hand.

“Gah, ungrateful mare! You helped that fool and you’re going to get a ear chewing from her!” told Gnarl in dissatisfaction.

“Alright, I think I get it.” Started Spree, though added, “Still doesn't explain why you’re this far west. That’s a lot of distance Jerry.” Then held up a finger to stall his response, “Up, up, up-- no. Listen, my jobs done, mission complete. We can leave now. Fighting anymore is just wasting time and resources. Since you’re here? Go on and tell the Captain it’s time to pull out.”

“Right.” said Jerry he headed towards the Gate with her, the Minions moving back with bits of excitement and chattering on in their own ‘language’ as it were. When they got close, she went first to be teleported as he glance to his platoon of thralls. Part of him wanted to order them to kill themselves...but admittedly that was a waste. A waste he didn’t like. He turned his attention to where the battle was, which was going to take a while in his walk. Already making a mental command to head there as fast as possible to his Minions and thralls to get to Shining position as fast as he could.

Hrm...maybe I could try to keep some of these thralls? you know just in case I might need them later on for infiltration, sabotage...or toss them to die for me. Maybe use them as a sort of work force? Dunno how many would be left from this fight, but I'll try to save a few. If not? Well...I could always try again later on. It was honestly debatable on what he would do with the thralls while he was moving towards Shining position, granted he knew he was loosing a couple of the thralls he sent forward to Shining position to aid the unicorn and his force.

He although consider on what he would do if he kept the thralls? Granted he could use them for something...but he never kept thralls in the first place. He knew what to do with the Minions and how to use them. But thralls like these caribous? That was...something else entirely. Part of him consider on using them for spies uses...if only he didn't knew how to make them as spies, since they were thralls. He doubted it could work fully, especially with how they looked.

For all he knew, the soldiers won't buy into the fact of the thralls being 'real'.

However after walking, or jogging in his heavy armor did he finally reach to the sounds of battle as a Brown Minion spoke out. "Master, Master, fight! Fight!" cackling darkly as Jerry mentally ordered the remaining thralls to charge and strike at the enemy, as well getting his Minions to ready themselves. Once he reach closer, did he saw that the ponies were holding themselves up still, as well as Shining providing commands with a few Minions assisting in defending the ponies as best they could by their Overlord commands.

Seeing him-- and the Greens jumping onto a few Caribous as they stab into them, defending the unicorn as his horn bolted magic as Jerry sent a mental command to his thralls to provide back up as Jerry moved up to block a blade as he told to Shining. “It’s time to pull back Shining. Secondary team is done.” Browns charging to assist the Master, Reds firing bolts of fire as Greens assist their fellows in stabbing. While the thralls did their duty of attacking and defending both him and the stallion.

Shining didn’t give a response, only keeping his shield arm raised, sword at the ready and lighting his horn that shot a straight beam of magic up. It produced a bright flare, one that those fighting understood. They all stopped their fight and began to move.

That was when Armor told, “Overlord, you, I and a few others are to stand ground and provide cover for my forces to pull back. We’ll make a steady retreat back while doing so.”

Going to need the Spawning Pits just in case. thought Jerry, as he gave a nod. Sending a mental command to his thralls to provide cover for the forces. As while the Caribous were having their shock of not only their fellow soldiers, but Does of all thing fighting them. Jerry sent out a Legion of Honor Spell, getting his Minions all toughen up as they fought harder, quicker, and focus on the Caribous.

He blocked a blade, as he push back a Caribou with a fist to the face, ignoring the slowly dwindling mana in him, the soreness of his body, and even the blood splattering on him as well as his thralls dying or starting to get groped on. He clench his teeth, as he swing his blade more, focusing on the forces as he noticed that their numbers were lesser, as he couldn’t help but feel a smidge of pride as he was the one who did this.

Helped lessen the numbers for Shining and his forces as they were entering the Waypoint Gate. Although as he felt the hits on his armor, he reminded himself that he needed to focus. To keep pressing and standing his ground as while he couldn’t use Target, he could at least keep Legion of Honor up...but it was draining his mana fast.

He felt more Browns dying, as well a couple of Greens and Reds. A few Blues managed to revive a few-- but not all. He told lowly. “Gnarl. Pits.” seeing all four Pits forming by the Gate as his mind focus on them, bringing forth Minions as he needed more Browns and Greens. Giving orders for the Browns to attack, and the Greens to stab and sneak around. He made the Reds move to a better place to keep firing.

But all this fighting was tearing him down, as he was feeling all sorts of soreness from the multiple hits on his body from blades, hammers-- and feeling soreness around not only with his right arm, but in his left hand from blocking or grabbing anything. And all the mental commanding was slowly giving Jerry a migraine. As the more he commanded the Minions and the thralls to fight with his mind, feeling their deaths as thralls dwindle down in their deaths as the Does were possibly being killed or taken and raped.

He suddenly felt painful shocks as a lighting spell hit him, and they weren't just small shocks you get from something and feel better. They were the 'oh God it hurts!' shocks. The ones that run through the body as it felt like his body became numbed. But the numbness was painful, painful enough that he had to force himself still, to try to ignore the pain as it felt like his body was on fire!

Like his insides were being burnt, melted, and into pieces from that sudden lighting hit on his body...a hit that could of killed him if it weren't for the armor that protected him somewhat.

He glance to see Shining making a barrier that was before a mage. As while some were focused on the ponies and Armor, some Caribous took noticed that the lighting spell hurt the Overlord, as some commands were given out as a few mages fired lighting spells at Jerry. Trying to see if it worked at all, as Jerry struggle to hold still, as his entire body felt a shock-wave of lighting around his body, from three different areas.

He refuse to scream out as his teeth gnashed down, his mind trying to focus on his forces as he let out a large. KILL THE MAGES! command. As the Greens swiftly moved through Caribous, going around or under them as Browns zerg-rush to soldiers, killing everything to get to the mages, the Reds firing bolts of fire to the mages, as the mages formed up barriers to protect them.

Blues quickly moving to Jerry, using their magic to heal or restore anything of Jerry as they stick behind him, letting their Master swing his blade as he was starting to feel he was running on fumes as he asked to Shining. “How long until we fall back?!” feeling the last of his thralls dying as he saw them attempting to charge with the Browns as while they managed to kill a bit in their mad charge--they fallen from multiple stabs into their body.

Glancing, the Captain scowled and told, “Now.” Horn flaring again, this time a much larger barrier being placed before them and the attackers before telling, “Move!” Having his shield up and ready. “You go first, I’ll guard your back.”

He gave a low nod, as he turned to run, or limp a bit from the aftershock as one of the mages managed to make his leg unable to move much. The Browns did their part, fighting and keeping between the Caribous and the barrier as they were dying. Jerry glance to see his Reds firing, even if they were being shot back at, they died while protecting their Master. He felt his Greens dying as he glanced back, seeing them managed to succeed in attacking and poisoning them--

But in exchange? They were being attack by the soldiers around them. Only the Blues were with him, healing him the best they could do while on the move. He gave harsh breaths, seeing the Gate closer as they were almost there, that was before a large barrier form around the Gate. As a loud voice shouted. “You can’t escape! Your way out is blocked!” Caribous moving in a shield wall, forcing Shining to stop as runes activated on their shields.

“Submit and become mares for us to fuck!” Jerry grit his teeth, as he clench his blade tightly as he was trying to figure out what to do.

Giving a glancing form cut-off gate and the slowly advancing shielded wall, Shining Armor steeled his gaze. Taking a position, he glanced around for a moment, looking at the buildings nearby, things on the ground. There wasn’t much, but on a whim of choice, he lit his horn. In turn, the Caribou raised their shields and locked them, ready for an assault.

He didn’t give them the pleasure of blocking, and taking a breath, he focused on the debris mostly left in the wake of the Overlords last attack. Wooden boards, dropped weapons and shields or armor parts were raised and tossed, magic holding them only long enough to send them up and raining on the progressing attackers.

Seeing the new threat, they raised their shields to protect themselves-- while armor told, “Run for the gate, now!” Turning and rushing. “Jerry,” forgoing titles for now, “I need you to ram it, ram it as hard as you can!” Lighting his horn, hoping to cast a spell ahead to weaken a point in the barrier to push them both through it.

He didn’t bother correcting the stallion as he took a deep breath as he began to charge, ignoring the pain in his right leg, ignoring the soreness in his body as well the mind-gnashing migraine in his head as he focus on the barrier. Using his left shoulder to act as a battering ram, as he slam against the barrier with his Blues hitting on it the best they could as Shining aided in using his magic to destabilize a place in the barrier.

Which of course, slowly broke through as with the unicorn magic and knowledge of barriers, with the Blues able to affect magic-- they broke through as Shining rushed in with Jerry and the Blues. They didn’t falter as they got onto the Waypoint Gate, and teleported in the Resistance Gate. Jerry panted hard, gulping breaths of dry air as his hand let go of the blade as it clatter on the ground.

Knees bending down as his good leg helped him up as his body felt hot. Feeling pulsing aching in his entire body, a pounding headache in his head, and a tingling in his right leg as his Blues quickly started to heal and work on their Master as Jerry noticed a large heaviness that wasn’t there before on parts of his body as he spoke with gulps of air. “I’m...heading back...to the Castle...Need to...get Albert...see armor…” slowly raising his head up to look at Shining as he told.

“Can barely...move in this thing….”

Sighing some, the stallion sheathed his slightly nicked up blade and put his shield to the side. “Hold on.” And with hands out, he focused his magic. He only focused on lifting, just to take some weight off-- and in doing so began to scrunch up his face. “You’re… armors heavy…” Nearly grunting. What was the stuff made out of to be so heavy?

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess magic doesn’t work much on titanium.” said Jerry as he slowly got up as he said. “I can handle the rest.” feeling most of the weight off of him as while it wasn’t normal weight, it was more of him able to stand right.

“Can’t.” grunted Shining. “Need to hold it up as much as I can.” Jerry sigh, and told.

“Just get me to the Gate.” turning around to step on the Gate itself, as he motioned his Blues to enter their Spawning Pits as before Jerry teleported, Shining told.

“You will explain what happen with Caribous following you.” Glancing to him, Jerry gave no answer or confirmation he would as he teleported. As Shining felt the connection removed, he sighed out in relief, shaking his head some as he took his shield, starting to head back to inform not only Commander Pearl and Screech-- but also the Princess’s of something that disturbed him.

The fact that Jerry was able to mind-control people into mindless thralls.

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After a good drink of healing water, washing in a bath, and a full on massage from both mares, Jerry was recovering and relaxing in bed, keeping his close to him as they rested. Him having a tired day earlier, Shadow working on more clothes with the Minions, and the maid rested because she enjoy serving her Master. Yet as the night went on? He scrunched his eyes, as his arms pulled the mares closer, his mind dreaming of something...something that was pleasant at first...before turning into a nightmare.

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Jerry was relaxing in a open field with Shadow, with Lovely, with Jasmine and her sister. All relaxing on a blanket, enjoying a picnic as it was a sunny day. He smile as he held Shadow and Lovely close, hand slightly rubbing their stomachs, as he was accepting the fact he was a father, and would raise the foals right. They all enjoyed the lovely time together, as Jerry lean back, enjoying the sun shining day without all the care in the world….

Or until...a musicbox began playing. As his eyes open up wide, feeling not a single ray of sunlight, no hearing the sounds of Jasmine laughter...or feeling both mares close to him. As he raise his head up, seeing the darken skies...dead grass...and surrounded by dead bodies of Caribous. His eyes widen, seen so many of them, their numbers never ending. Some were dead with arrows lodged into their bodies, other with blades. Some had missing limbs or wounds that still bleed out. And there were more than just males...there were females, all lying either in armor, clothing...or nothing as some of the Does had cum markings in their snatch or mouths, making his iris shrunk.

He...he saw that they were all the Caribous he took control in the fight and despite seeing him with empty expression...and their eyes….he sat in place as their eyes were emotionless. And as soon as he got on his feet? They too rose up on their hooves. Standing in place as he look around, seeing their apathy expression. Their dullness eyes as it held nothing but his will to do his actions, his orders, his authority over them.

There was nothing else. No happiness, no love, no need, no want….no dreams, no joy, no anguish….not even hate. Just a hollow emptiness as it was him that did it. He took their minds, their wants, their wills away and replace it with just a undying obedience and a empty body as their very selves were removed. They all look to him as before he even said anything, much less do anything, then they slowly walk to him. Walking to him as they became closer, hands gripping on him as they pull him one side to another, forcing him to look at their expression, to look into their dull eyes as they all screamed out a banshee screech with that same apathetic and empty expression into the void.

“YOU DID THIS TO US!”

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Jerry came up from the bed, wide eyed, gaping mouth as sweat came down his body. Unaware of the fast breathing he a giving, the pounding of his heart as it beaten like a drum, giving a quick look around to confirm if that was a dream or not. Seeing nothing but stone and furniture around him as he slowly relax to himself. Eyes looking down to his bed sheets as his hands shakily moved up from their sides, holding his face as he took shallow breaths.

Trying to calm himself down as he rubbed his forehead. Just a nightmare...just a nightmare… hearing slight shifting as he glance back. Seeing Lovely face scrunching up, trying to find him as she was feeling the slight sweat filled pile he left. Shadow was slowly waking, as she noticed Jerry wasn’t in his spot.

The thestral open her yellow eyes, look to see Lovely trying to find their man, as she sniff a bit. Sweat? noticing it was recent as she look down, seeing Jerry was up as she slowly moved up. The mare moved up to face Jerry, quickly seeing his shaky hands, his slow breathing, the sweat coming down on him as the sight that something troubled him. A frown came to her face, as she gently move her arms around his body and gently pull him down as she said softly.

“You had a nightmare.” Feeling the weak body trying to stand straight up, as her wings to move around him to wrap him tight to her. She pull him more back to the bed, lessening on her wings to allow Lovely to feel him again as she whisper in his ear. “It’s okay, you’re with loved ones, you’re safe, you’re by our sides.” as she didn’t even him a chance to speak, letting her body do the talking.

Her legs wrapped fully around his left leg, keeping it in a tight hold as if not allowing him to move it. Her wings circling around him and Lovely, making sure it lay right on him as to keep him down. Her arms moving around as she moved his arm around her back, under a wing as it rest near her base wings. She move the hand down to her ass to hold it, smiling up as she gave a kiss to his lips.

It was a gentle chaste kiss, as she pull away, her arms wrapping around his chest as to hold him closer to her. Breasts pushing on his side, letting him feel them as she felt his skin and muscles. Her head rested under his chin, nuzzling under it as she let her head rest on his collarbone as she glanced up and told. “Everything's alright Jerry.” Using his name to ease him some.

“There's nothing to worry about, you have us with you, remember?” and while Jerry wanted to speak, he felt Lovely almost mimicking Shadow as she did the exact thing the thestral did. Although she rest her head on his shoulder, giving a happy coo of ‘Master~’ as she nuzzle into his body. Shadow gave a light giggle and told to their stud. “See? Everythings alright. Sleep Jerry.” resting as while Jerry tried to…

A part of him wonder on why Shadow didn’t call him Master. Probably thought my name would assure me some. thought the man as he yawn a bit, eyes slowly start to become heavy as he was he started to sleep once more, hoping that this time, he won’t have nightmares, but pleasent dreams.

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