Pushing the door to the bar slash brothel we were immediately greeted by a scene you'd usually see in an old western movie, except that instead of overdressed unattractive prostitutes walking around with their hands on one hip, there were actually attractive mares either wearing nothing, socks or just a stetson on their heads, chatting up a suprisingly large amount of stallion, each having some degree of facial hair. I guess this place was one of the few places where their population was mainly stallions given its location and lifestyle.

I ducked my head as some random drunk guy threw his empty bottle at us and smashed against the wall. "Now this is my kinda place. Random acts of violence, booze, smells of regret and no true happiness whatsoever." I took in a large breath and sighed happily. "It's the little things in life..." I said as I tilted my head to avoid a fork thrown at me.

"I dunno man. I'm getting some pretty aggressive stares from those guys over there..." Clawback said uncomfortably as he looked over to a table full of stallings who were glaring at him.

"And look at that! They even have a local racist group! All we need is a sherif with a monopoly guy moustache and a girl with a thick accent talking about foreigners and this place is awesome!" I laughed as I grabbed a plate thrown at me by the same guy and threw it right back in his face. "Alright, let's see if we can find out client in here. Oh, and if someone gets in your face, don't be afraid to smack up a bitch." I cracked my neck a little before making my way to the bar. We all sat down on the stools and ordered some drinks before turning and looking out for anyone that seemed suspicious.

Sure enough, there was a guy in a cloak sitting in a booth by himself in a corner. "Alright, I'll go over and make sure this is our guy, try not to cause any trouble while I'm gone." I stated in a joking fashion before walking over to the stranger. "Hey there stranger, you the one who sent in that job offer?" I asked as I reached him. He looked at me for a moment before looking to the symbol on my shoulder.

"Lone Wolf Mercenary Services, correct?" He asked, his voice slightly echoed.

"Yep, Gray Karmen at your service." I sat down in the chair opposite him and smiled. "So, what's a mysterious guy like you wanting me to hire a group of mercenaries for?"

He looked at me for a moment before reaching down and pulling up a piece of paper with a symbol on it. "Do you recognise this symbol?"

I raised a brow and looked to what was on the paper. "Yeah, that's the emblem of The Skull Bandit Guild. What of them?" You remember those guys from the train ride up to Manehatten right? Ah...good times.

"I need them taken out." He stated firmly.

"Hate to tell ya this bud, but I don't do killing orders. Plus I put the guys were put away weeks ago, they're all in Canterlot Prison." I said with a slightly hostile tone at first.

"You stopped a small group of them, they had many other members and they've only grown since you took out their colleagues. They're interfering with my businesses...deliveries...and I need them gone by any means. I am willing to pay you 1000 bits and some of my stock if the job is done, given that you will also be receiving the reward from the bounty placed on their heads."

I just looked at him suspiciously. "And what exactly is it that you supply?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out. Now, do we have a deal?" He asked as he extended his dark grey hoof.

"Well, I've broken enough laws to be considered public enemy number one at this point, might as well add to that list of shit I get away with." I took his hoof in my hand and shook it.

"Good...the hideout is beyond the two mountains behind the apple orchard. I will be here when I know the job is done, do not fail." With that he just kinda faded out of existence.

"If I hadn't dealt with cultists or supernatural entities before I'd say that was weird." Shaking my head I got out of the chair and walked back over to Pyro and Clawback who were talking to two mares. I rolled my eyes and gave the mares a small bag of bits each. "There, you two go have your fun."

"You sure Gray? What about the job?" Pyro asked unsure.

"It can wait, you two haven't gotten any action in who knows how long, so go have your fun." I dismissed with a wave of my hand.

"Well, alright, but what're you gonna do?" Clawback asked as he began to walk away with the mare at his side.

I placed a medium sized bag of bits in the bar counter for the owner of the place before turning around and cracking my knuckles. "Something I have wanted to do since I was ten years old."

The owner came out and took the bits, knowing full well what was about to happen. He and the other staff members went into a back room while my friends went upstairs with their mares. I walked up to the guy who kept throwing shit at me and punched him right in the face. The whole bar went quiet before a glorious bar fight broke out.

Ponies beat each other with chairs, kicked and punched each other in the face and side, some smashed their bottles and charged random guys with them and one guy even managed to find a golf club to whack his opponents with. I grinned like a madman as I grabbed the guy who I had punched by the throat and smashed him through a table before turning around and punching a random guy in the face with my gauntlet.

A group of foals just sat outside a window and watched it all take place with a small bucket of popcorn between them.

My grin never left my face as I grabbed a nearby stool and used it as a golf club to punt a guy out of the bar and into the street before throwing it at another guy be slapping the shit out if some crazy mare that came out with a shotgun...how she got it I don't know...all I know is I never saw another gun other than my own again.

Anyway, this was an opportunity to vent some rage and built up aggression. And damn was it fun.