"So you're the son of a dragon..." Ubi sighed.

"Yes, I thought you'd kill her by accident, or on purpose. That's why I didn't tell you until now... but then you trusted me enough to tell you your story... I felt... guilty."

"From what you've told me, I wouldn't have any reason to fight her... and there's no need to feel guilty, you wanted to protect her, that's fine by me." I looked up at the sky.

"She's your mother, and by extension, mine as well." Ubi smiled. He held up the vial to the moonlight.

"Do you mind if I have this?" I nodded. If it helped, I wasn't going to say no...

"Now I know she's still alive..." he looked at me with eyes of pure joy, "Thanks...." I felt kind of jealous for him, he still had a mother, someone he would go through hell to protect and would give anything just to be with her... I dwelled on the fact of how he knew she was, but then brushed it off. This was his thread of hope.

"There's still one thing I needed to ask you, when you touched Kokuryu, you started crying... why?" What he said surprised me.

"I saw everything, about Blackfire, about you killing him... it made me feel sad for both of you..." I held up Kokuryu's sheath to the moonlight. It glimmered.

"Then you know he died happy, part of him lives on in Kokuryu." He started to look at it more closely.

"Do you want to know what his name means?" He slowly nodded.

"The Last flight of the black dragon."

We stayed up there for a bit, until we heard something nearby, it sounded like a scream. Both of us jumped off the roof and headed towards the sound. We came to a building that looked like a blacksmith. I drew Kokuryu and went inside alone... the killer wasn't there anymore... but he did leave something.

'The Brothers Black...'

So... it's not just one, but an entire syndicate. I look around the room for clues. Lock picked, not broken, stealth entry. I looked at the body, resting in the bed. The actual murder was done rather loudly... light sleeper, woke up, called for help, stopped abruptly. I smelled something in the room, I looked at the wound, the blood had turned black... poison. I heard a noise and exited the house, spotting a black smudge on the floor. I looked down and found the smudge to be perfectly circular. A footprint of a pony, smudged in a certain direction, good reference for later. I used parchment to make a carbon copy. I walked out casually, motioning to Ubi to follow me. We followed the path that the footprint was smudged in. Why weren't there more footprints? We ended up at a dead end. I sighed.

"So much for that approach," I took a deep breath to collect my thoughts, Ubi did the same, then tapped my shoulder. I turned around.

"What?"

"Burnt feathers." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in through my nose. He was right, the smell of burnt feathers lingered in the air. I opened my eyes and looked up, I spotted a cloud high in the sky, barely visible due to the distance. I walked back to the Inn with Ubi, discussing what my idea was.

"So, you're thinking the killers are pegasi?"

"Precisely, tomorrow I'm going to look for someone who can help me... a mercenary, or someone with a common interest to help me, let's hope he, or she, is a heavy hitter. For now, let's get some sleep."

In the morning I describe what happened last night to Eol, he seemed excited to actually get some action. We head out immediately after some breakfast and start combing the streets. Strange, it's barren... I soon see why as we arrive back at the crimescene, with some unexpected people. Two Ponies dressed like hipsters and a strange looking creature. I motion for Eol and Ubi to stay back. Don't want to get caught in the crossfire. We manage to hear a bit of dialogue.

"Who are you suppose to be?" The creature tenses up, yet looks amused.

"We are Crash and Burn! Monster hunters supreme!" The two hipsters twirl into a pose. The Creature started to get annoyed.

"What do you want and Why should I give a damn?" He pulled back his lips in a wary growl. The hipsters smiled widely.

"Shall we tell them, brother?" The first one nudged the second one.

"Yes we shall, Crash!" They started stepping backwards.

"Oh, We have an Opportunity in this..." They start to sing...

"Stop! No, you will not start singing now or anytime while I can hear it!" The Creature pointed fervently at the two.

"Well brother, it seems the beast isn't very musically inclined." One of them said with a wry smile.

"Certainly not brother," The other put his hoof on his chin, "perhaps we should just end it for him so he doesn't have to hear anymore music."

"Capitol idea brother, so creature are you ready to accept your death at the hoofs of the famous Crash and Burn brothers?" I took my hand off of Kokuryu, let's see how this guy handles himself. The creature scratches his head as if trying to remember something... He sighs in annoyance.

"You two wouldn't happen to know the two dumbass I put in jail named Flim and Flam would you?" He spoke brashly, an uneven timber. The two ponies started to seeth with anger.

"YOU PUT OUR COUSINS IN JAIL!" They shouted at the creature at once.

"Yes, I did. They tried to rob me so I bashed their skulls together and turned them in," he tentatively lingered on what seemed to him like a fond memory.

"Well Crash it seems this beast needs to be taught a lesson in proper manners when dealing with famous ponies doesn't he?" Those two were famous?

"Very much so brother, may I be the first to take off one of his limbs?" Their tones turned hostile, now to see the creature in action.

"After you." The smaller of the two said in a sing-songy tone.

"Thank you," the larger one brought out whis weapon and started the attack, lashing at the creature with a claymore, these ponies were idiots. The creature grabbed the sword seemlessly with what seemed to be a prosthetic metal arm. The creature yawned and brought out a crossbow with runes on it. I heard what sounded like latin.

"Obtusum vis! (Brute force)" A black arrow shot him point blank, sending him backwards into a nearby fruitstand, the Creature chuckling at his show of force. The pony spit out an apple lodged in his mouth and staggered back to standing position.

"My, you're a strong brute aren't you?" The creature seemed irked by the ponies tone. He crushed the claymore the pony had with a forceful grip, this show of force had a larger effect, causing chills to go down their spines.

"Confringo! (Break)" He fired at the now useless claymore on the ground. The blade rusted rapidly, deteriorating it with effects that would normally take centuries to do taking place in mere seconds. The blade became crippled and unusable, blowing away in the wind that came by. All that was left was the gold that comprised the hilt, the creature picked it up gingerly, waving it like bait infront of the now defenseless pony. He was infuriated. He scratched at the ground with his rear hooves, his brother intervening by barring him with his arm.

"Brother, allow ME to take the loaf." I believe he meant oaf, Keith would've called that a fail... he drew a rapier and took a grandiose pose, imitating rapier stances in movies. I ran my paw through my hand in frustration, they knew nothing of proper stance: Stance body width (better position for footwork), no flair of the other hand (you get it cut off that way), and the foot he was leading with ws skew (he wasn't a crab he was a horse). The creature sneered.

"Nice blade," A blade extended from the topside of his hand, "but mine's better." I caught a glipse of the blade: it was stained with dried blood. The Pony turned around to try and hit him with a backhand. Pretentious fool... The Creature caught sight of it and blocked it with his blade, a lound clang reporting through the street, he parried and delivered a kick to the pony's face, which broke his muzzle instantly, he staggered then went into a wide stance, the Creature fast walking up to him, swinging his sword and shaving off the tip of the sword. The fight was already over. He went for a second slash but was interrupted by a parry with the broken rapier, the hit connecting with a sound ring. The fabric floated away from the side of the creature's arm revealing more of the arm prosthetic. The pony backed away, proud of his hit. He turned and proclaimed to he brother on the sidelines.

"What's this? It seems he was armored the whole time! Hah! Brother he chea..." In the second he gave that speech, the Creature broke the rapier in half with a single slash. Both the poines became wide-eyed. The Creature continued slashing until the rapier had become nothing more than a guard and a hilt. The creature pointed his crossbow, about to fire another shot.

"Obtusum vis! (Blunt force)" Nothing appears, the pony sighes in relief, the creature glancing for a split second at the weapon while the ponies try to make a walking retreat. he grabs their tails with a wicked smile.

"Doesn't work that way boys," he yanks back, the two ponies yelping at the pain, "ever want to learn to fly?" They rapidly shook their heads, silently begging no. The Creature gave a hearty laugh and started to spin, the ponies crying in pain as the centrifugal force started to lift them off the ground. When we spun at full speed he let go, causing the ponies to fly high into the air, clearing the city walls. I had to give him credit for style.

After the fight, he walked up to the blacksmith's forge and placed a sigular red rose on the anvil. The people started to fill the streets again, the three of us disappeared amongst the crowd and followed him closely. He bought miscellaneous supplies: ink, quill, parchement, and a pillow. He started to walk towards an alley before stopped by a small grey unicorn. Their conversation lost in the bustle of the crowd. A gray pegasus came up and staarted conversing to the Creature, then departed.

The crowd started to thin out as I walked toward the creature, then made us known.

"So... I take it you went to pay your final respects?" He stands up to answer.

"Yes," he looked at me with interest, "Why aren't you afraid like the rest of the ponies..." He's been experiencing discrimination... I knew how he felt. I took a careful look at him, he looked like something out of Keith's posters.

"Should I be?" I crossed my arms and stood there. His mouth slightly curves to as a small act of bravado.

"I DID just throw two monster hunters out of the city."

"The one's who tried to kill you?"

"Yes," blunt with answering, doesn't take a rocket scientist to say he's braggin, "I'm sure they'll land in a nice soft patch of manure." He waves the matter away.

"I overheard you, trying to defend family honor is one thing, but when it resorts to violence," I stepped forwards, "One needs to know their place..."

"I did not defend anyone's honor, and I have none either." He thought i was reffering to him.

"I was talking about them... Crash and Burn right?" He took a pose imitating one of them and said in a loud tone.

"THE SUPREME MONSTE HUNTERS! What a joke they were." I chuckled.

"Right." I went straight to business, he had the skills, all I had to do was convince him. I pulled out the paper from the news bulletin, "I assume you want to look into the blacksmith's murder?" He pondered the thought for a second.

"If I wanted to, I would have," I tried to pique his interest.

"Aren't you a little curious?" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "Or are you not one for getting into the business of the dead?" He glanced back at me.

"Depends on the dead, I suppose," he looked at his arm in reminiscence to something, "but I am curious." I broke the news to him.

"I was there last night, but the killers got away, I couldn't get a glimpse of their faces, but i did reinspect the scene..." He turned his head to me in interest.

"...And I found some interesting clues..." His ear twitched.

"Oh?" he tilted his head down to meet me eye to eye, "And what might those be, O mighty wolf?" I detected heavy sarcasm in his voice, he wasn't seeming to be taking me seriously, I decided to try a little intimidation of my own.

"Drop the attitude, sarcasm may seem nice, but can irritate, unless," I pause for reaction, "that's your goal... How about we talk about it over tea?" I tilt my head in study, "or do you prefer liquor to celebrate the dead?"

"Sure, I haven't had tea since I left..." he looks at the road as if to backtrack. I took him to a cafe he seemed to be familiar with. Eol seemed annoyed that we were having tea again...

"Why is it always TEA?" He raised his arms up in disgust. Then slowly sat down.

"You can order something else if you'd like..." They did have a menu after all. The Creature burst in the conversation.

"Just stop complaining, you're not helping anything," Eol seemed irritated by this.

"You're not the boss of me!" he barked. I intervened.

"ENOUGH!" The Creature looked at me with renewed curiosity. This time of me.

"Short fused are we?" I sighed and glanced at the waitress, she seemed terrified at the appearance of two unfamiliar characters. The creature started speaking politely now.

"Miss, can I please have some more herbal tea?" He was trying to calm her down, it didn't help much, though. most people here judge too much by mere appearances.

"Y-y-y-yess sir, right away sir..." she stammered and turned to me, "and y-y-y-you?"

"Black tea..." I always found Black tea calming during times like these.

"Right away..." She turned to Eol with a slightly calmer look.

"Just a glass of milk," Immediately the creature made a snide remark.

"You're a growing boy aren't you?" I glanced at Eol not to respond. He reluctantly backed down, but continued to stare at the Creature.

"Nothing for me..." Ubi drank water most of the time, preferring the minerals in spring water. The Creature looked back at Eol with another remark.

"You know it's impolite to stare at others, no matter how attractive I am to you." His looked darted back from mine to his in silent protest, then stared even more seriously. I draw Kokuryu and pint the tip towards the Creature under the table, scratching my nose to draw his attention. Until further discussion, I wasn't going to trust him, especially if he starts a fight with Eol. I strike up some casual conversation to relieve the tension.

"So, what's your name?"

"Celt, and yours?" he takes another sip of tea, tilting his head to the side to sip. He was off balanced by something, only using one hand. Apparently I'm not the only one with something under the table.

"Aoi..." He seemed to draw a tinge of interest of my mention of my name...

"And your friends?"

"Ubi," He had the same look of distrust...

"Eol, and don't you forget it!" He had a look of slight surprise, a tinge of annoyance.

"Eol, you remind me of a character from a TV..." he stopped abruptly, I curled the edge of my mouth... he was HUMAN... he tried to save himself, but the cat was already out of the bag, "I mean a character I used to know..."

"Oh, and that character was?" I leaned in slightly closer.

"Just a kid who wanted to be important despite everyone's beliefs, overconfidence is deadly." Eol pulled back his lips in a snarl, I shot him a glare. Hmm... now it was my turn...

"Sun Tzu?" He sighed after his sip and grinned.

"Art of War," I responded with a smile of my own... I offered my hand, he responded and grabbed mine, I clearly saw the struggle to keep his arm down. Now would my arm be as visible...

"Welcome to Equestria, Celt..."

"You aswell," He relaxed in relief as he let go, "I suppose I should take my crossbow away from your crotch now..." So he was aiming... only fair.

"And my blade from yours." He looked under the table and saw my blade to his shock. I pull Kokuryu away and sheath it, him placing the crossbow in it's holder. Now that introductions are out of the way....

"Now, portaining to the recent murder..." I sit back in my chair.

"Ah yes, we were getting a bit off topic now, weren't we?"

"Just a little. You do have quill and parchment don't you?" I took a sip from my cup, I was going to need them to put together my evidence. He pulled out the Quill and parchment he just bought and spread them on the table.

"Here you go."

"Thank you... Now, I looked around the building and noticed a couple of things..." I started writing down the facts.

"Such as?" He looked at what I was writing down.

"For one, the murder weapon was a blade, inspecting the wound, I found it to be laced with poison..."

"Well aren't they clever."

"Conclusion... they're pros... but still sloppy," I kept writing.

"They HAVE been at it for a few months, mind you." He slouched on the table. I curled the edge of my mouth in a smirk.

"Not enough... trust me..." I wrote down the facts about the marks I found last night, "Ash marks were left near the crimescene, on closer inspection..." I start to pull out the copy I made of the hoof print, he blurted out a guess.

"Magic?" I finished pulling out the imprint and unfolded showing the print exactly as I saw it last night.

"Hoof Prints," I spotted a look of dissappointment on his face, "Being in a blacksmith's forge, one is bound to step on a coal or two..." I should know, one time I stepped on the furnace ash and accidently dragged the ash all the way to the zen garden. Celt suddenly had a look of impatience.

"Brilliant deduction Sherlock, we already know they're ponies." Not my point, but I gave a wry snicker and decided to act the part.

"Ah... not just any... pegasi. After the initial footprints none else were found..." I took another breath, mainly for dramatic emphasis, "They flew in their escape..."

"So they're a group, they're bound to have a few pegasi." Not just a few, the entire syndicate.

"You obviously haven't investigated before... if there are pegasi, their hideout wouldn't be grounded..." Pegasi weren't known for sitting around in houses... "They'd be in the air where no one would find them..." He started to understand, but had his doubts.

"Makes sense, but wouldn't the weather team notice a cloud they hide in?" THis is where it got interesting... I pieced it all together on paper, then gave the sheet to him, arrows from the clues pointing to a drawing of a small cloud.

"Not if it's a cloud that looks just like anyother... high in the sky..." He looked at me...

"Stratus?" I pointed to a cloud high above in the air, the one me and Ubi spotted last night, it looked small, indistinguishable from the others when no one didn't think about it, but if one looked carefully, one would see the glaring difference of shape. Celt now looked impressed at my findings...

"Sure is purty, friend." He takes his cup and slowly sips, "One problem though." I knew what he was going to ask, but I humoured him.

"That is?"

"If they're in a cloud, how are we supposed to get them?" and there it was. Obviously, wolves, diamond dogs, and whatever Celt was couldn't fly. How to take down something out of reach? The answer would surprise most people.

"Simple..." I finish the last of the dregs at the bottom of my cup, I aswered coyly, "Up is where they are, so Up is where we'll go..." he had a glance of disbelief, then of curiosity. Then I revealed my actual plan, "Or shall we bring them down to earth's level..." I broke out in a tenacious grin. He sort of knew what i was planning, just a few more inches...

"I like that look," he smiled as well, "It means death is near." Close enough... what I was actually thinking was this.

We were going to blow that cloud out of the sky... I decided to see what input he had for the current situation...

"So now that I've divulged my findings, let's see yours..." His eyes darted back and forth, then had an Idea of what to tell me.

"He was killed by a group called the Black Brothers," Brother's Black Actually... "The leaders are called Black Sun, Black Star, and Black Soil." It wasn't the reaction I was going for, oh well...

"Then to me... it's just another bust," Just like the yakuza...

"That's what I know..." Now to get it from his own lips.

"How well can you handle yourself?" I glance at the crossbow, that weapon could do serious damage if applied properly, but that's not what I was going for.

"I do just fine," now to give him a push on his ego.

"Can you go up against 30, 50, maybe even 100?"

"Depends," Perfect, he performs what he preaches... not overconfident.

"Then this just might work..." his mood somewhat deflates a bit. Was it something I said? "By the way, I need to stop by the local fireworks shop..." I stand and pay the bits at the counter. Eol finished his drink with a heavily coated milk mustache.

"Alright..." He stands and leads the way. We headed to the local fireworks store, bought what we needed: an oversized bottle rocket, a cannon labeled brightly with the words 'Danger', a bundle of sparklers and a ridicuous amount of Roman Candles, coming in at a total of about 430 bits, small change considering the bounty the castle guard put up for the entire syndicate, about 2,250 bits per member captured dead or alive each. I also bought some tape, a few bits extra. While leaving, Celt asked me why ubi was carrying the bundle of sparklers.

"Why does the pipsqueak there carry the light crap?" He shouted at my face.

"Actually, he's 26, so he's technically not a pipsqueak," As for why he's carrying only the sparklers, I wasn't sure whether he was able to breathe fire or not, with legal, potentially lethal explosives around, it's for the best, "And trust me... you do not want him near the big stuff..." He had a look of utter surprise, but understanding.

"Right..." Something else came as a shock to him, "26? I'm 16 and I'm taller than he is!" That's because you're a... whatever you are...

"Don't ask, cause he won't tell." Mainly it's because I didn't want to goad him on racial differences.

We went to a hill with a perfect view of our target, the sun just hitting high noon. As soon as we got the explosives set up, we were ready for launch. Celt had a look of uncertainty. Eol flat out asked me...

"YOU SURE THIS WILL WORK?" 3 months demolitions and tested detonations... yeah, it was going to work, but what would be the fun in telling them that? I opted for the option of maximum reaction.

'... Honestly... I have no idea..." I put on an indifferent expression for what Keith would have aptly named, 'Shitz and gigglez'. Celt got excited and shouted, imitating a german accent.

"FIRE ZE MISSILE!" Eol pulled the cord to detonate the cannon, sending our makeshift missile high into the sky. The residual heat from the lighted sparklers tied near the fuse of the bottle rocket would light the fuse as it reached peak height. With the Fuse lit, it would reach the cloud seemlessly with enough force to make the moles inside stick their fucking heads heads out. The Roman Candles were there to cause mayhem, giving us some time to prepare for the onslaught.

The Missile hits its target straight and true, as we watch the cloud explode with color and vibrant light. Celt seemed touched. A lone bystander remarks on the explosion.

"Little early for fireworks don't you think?" True, but I had no time to waste. Celt simply replied in a carefree tone.

"Eyup." I chuckled at the deadpanned response. I leaned right next to him, hands folded behind my back.

"I think they need a new door." Eol watched in awe, apparently hearing my remark.

"Yah, they're DEFINITELY going to need a new door." Two seconds after he said it, Pegasi swarmed en masse above us, preparing to dive at the group who blew the shit out of their headquarters. I held back laughter at Celt's remark.

"My GOD... they're like BEES!" He starts to smile in a wicked grin, "C'mon, let's go say hi. Quickly Eol, Get the newspaper!" Eol for the first time, actually listened to Celt and ran to get the reporters. I wasn't sure he meant that newspaper.

The swarms drew near to the hill in which we stood, I drew Kokuryu, Celt extends the blade from his prosthetic, Ubi readies his claws, then Eol arrives with the Entire reporting staff for the Canterlot city paper. Eol turn's around and announces to every colt and mare there, camera's primed with the flash.

"Please take a seat, you're gonna want to see this." Eol readied his brass knuckles and we rushed down the hill to meet the swarm awaiting us.

I started going top speed, my hand in a quick draw position, the hill giving me needed momentum for my first attack.

'Muon-gatana (Soundless katana)'

I slashed quickly through the first one that landed, the vacuum eroding any sound in that vacuum, leaving only a slight wind to fill the vacuum, the second one that landed tried to throw a poisoned dagger, I ducked and jumped on top of it to get to the next one in the air. Ubi followed close behind, catching the dagger and stabbing the second one, then pulling the dagger out and throwing it, hitting the fourth one as I cut through the third one, pained cries and blood splattering over the ground. Ubi grabbed Eol and threw him past me, I hear what probably equates to a diamond dog curse phrase,

"SON OF A TOPAZ EATING TAIL LICKER!!!!!!" Eol reels his arm back, punching the fifth one with tremendous force, the skull cracking and shards of bone embedding itself with in the brain, killing him. The lifeless pegasus plumets with blood gushing from his head. I grab Eol's legs and launch myself ahead of him, stabbing the sixth one straight through it's head, I stand on the falling body for a second, then shift to standing on the hilt of the blade. The body impacts into the ground, splattering the remains of the pegasus' skull over the grass. I jump off quickly and run back to meet Ubi on the slope, the rest of the Pegasi about to land. I go over to some landing enemies and sheath Kokuryu, then swing the sheath into a pegasus' side, hearing the satisfying crack of ribs breaking, the pegasus collapsing and coughing up blood, trauma and catatonic shock hitting him soon afterwards. I run to the next pegasus in view and place the sheath on the pegasus' shoulders. I flip overhim and unsheath the Blade, severing his head from his shoulders as I turn towards the next enemy. Eol lunges by me, nailing a pegasus between the eyes, then stealing his dagger to throw at a nearby enemy. A pegasus runs towards me, I resheath Kokuryu and slam the sheath into his legs, the bone snapping through and jutting out from his flesh. I bring the sword over in an arc and unsheath it, slashing downwards onto his spine, the sword sliding through the pegasus' body easily. I slash to block an incoming dagger as it warps on impact. I spot Ubi grab a pegasi by his throat and snap it seeminglessly, using the body as a meatshield for the oncoming daggers. He grabs the daggers from out of the pegasus' limp corpse and throws them back at their origin, the skull of one, the torso of another, and the flank of a third. I slide on the ground to dodge an incoming dagger coming from my right. I flip to bring myself to standing position. I place kokuryu between my teeth and draw an arrow. I aim and fire, hitting my ranged assailant in the arm, the force of the arrow ripping the appendage from it's owner. Bleeding out will take care of the rest.

"Aoi, Bow!" I throw the bow and it's quiver to Ubi, just as Eol stabs another pegasus with the remains of a broken knockout vial. Ubi aims high and pulls back the arrow extremely taut, he lets loose an arrow that soars into the head of a flying pegasus, then lets two more off simultaneously to hit it coming down. That one being the last of them. I shake kokuryu of the blood still on it and sheath it, the blade singing with our victory.

I spotted the three bosses near the bottom of the hill, Ubi shot an arrow at their feet to scare them.

"All yours..." I walked up to them and pointed Kokuryu at each of them.

"Now what to do with you..." They raised their hands in immediate compliance.

"WE SURRENDER, JUST DON'T KILL US!!!" I motioned for Eol to tie them up. We left them there to deal with later.

I run back to Celt's position to see how he's doing. Apparently fine now that the press are hounding him with camera's. He turned and asked me a question.

"What happened to the brother?"

"Did you want to interrogate them?" All of them were either dead or dying... He looked at me uneasily...

"Yes and no, I wanted to find out which one killed Iron Mane and give him a little... test." Probably had something to do with the blacksmith... If he could find and Identify the body, I wasn't going to stop him.

"By all means... I only need 1200 bits fo the bounty..." 430 for the cannon, the rest for new clothes for each of us, can't go to a gala covered in blood now could we? "You can keep the rest." His eyes widened.

"Wait, there's a BOUNTY?!"

"Of course, they are a wanted criminal syndicate that no one's been able to capture..." He started to grin at the mention of a bounty.

"How Much?" I did calculations in my head, all the members now 'Captured', the three bosses included, gave us...

"Including the 30 we just wasted, plus all their confiscated goods... 65 grand..."

"Take half, I have to go find a pegasus."

"If you insist," I pondered where we were going to put all the money. We went to the guards stationed to get our bounty and split it 50/50 between us and him. he started to make a mad dash for it.

"Tell the guard to send one of the bosses to the smith." I nod and motion for Eol to get one. The Guard grabs the one identified as Iron Mane's killer and starts to drag him away, screaming, begging, and crying... before he left out the door, he turned to me and said one more thing.

"Have a good life, you only get one." He waved at me and I waved back.

"So, Eol, Ubi, we just got 32500 bits richer. Ideas?" I look at both of them, both having clueless faces. I don't think they've ever had anything to wish for or spend money on except food and supplies, for Eol occasionally it's books.

We finally decided to open up a savings account at the Canterlot bank, depositing all our funds accumulated thus far, including the cash I got from trading at Sri Flanka, except for 1200, as needed. We then went through the various boutiques throughout Canterlot, getting new clothes that personally, I think both of them liked. Better than going around in bloody clothes with everypony thinking you're a murderer. It was close to 3 am in the afternoon. With our new outfits, We decided to stop by for some late lunch.

The Next stop, the Grand Galloping Gala...