I wait until the attacker closes the distance, at the last minute I slump down fully onto my back causing the sword to pierce the door overhead. With the weapon caught in the door I take the opportunity to deliver a swift strike, grasping onto the Griffins hand I force my right fist up directly along the inside of his elbow. The force does enough to cause him to release his grip on the weapon, as he stumbles back I swing my leg up connecting my boot with his gut knocking the wind out of him. As he stumbles back I catch the sound of the pistol hammer being cocked, looking up I find the pistol once again aimed at me causing me to roll to the side on instinct.

PHAT

Coming to a stop I glance to my previous position and find a hole at the foot of the library door where my head was. Pushing myself onto my feet I survey my targets, the gunman is once again attempting to reload, the one I winded is still in the process of recovering and the third one hasn't even moved from her spot. Deciding the gunman is the biggest threat I make him my key target, or at least until I effectively disarm him. Sprinting towards him I cock my arm back ready to swing for him but am halted in my tracks when the other male tackles me from the side throwing us both to the floor.

Impacting with the ground the side of my head smashes against the dirt road disorientating my vision, I find myself unable to get up as my attacker continues to hold me down. Shaking my body violently I'm finally able to break an arm free from his grasp, with little options I bring my elbow back in a firm strike colliding against his beak. I repeat the strike until he finally releases me, escaping his grasp I push myself to my feet.

Pivoting I barely have enough time to duck as a sword swings for my head. Back peddling I'm forced to duck and jump from side to side in order to avoid her sword strikes, if I can tire her out then I should be able to counter attack. After a few more strikes my luck finally runs out, with a solid lunge the tip of her blade pierces my left shoulder knocking me back. Falling to the floor she falls on top forcing the blade through, I scream in agony as I feel the blade tear through my muscle and impact with the rear of my shoulder blade.

In an attempt to prevent her from withdrawing the blade to once again strike my I take hold of her arm pulling her closer as I lift my head alongside her neck. With little options I force my teeth into her neck, it doesn't take much pressure before I puncture the skin. She jerks her neck back as she releases a pained shriek, the momentum is enough to force her free but not without causing substantial damage. I can taste her blood in my mouth, trying harder to escape I lean closer to her and spit up the contents of my mouth onto her face temporarily stunning her.

With her too busy trying to clear her vision I knee her in the stomach and wrap my arms under her wings, clamping down on the joints I pull with all my might over my head throwing her over my head onto the dirt road. Sitting up I grab hold of the sword and yank it from my muscle, blood sprays from the wound coating the floor with my life essence. Looking up I once again find a pistol pointed towards me, with no other option I decide to sacrifice my sword by flinging it towards the gunman.

He easily dodges the blade but it gives me enough time to change my position, I dart towards the Griffin with the damaged beak and decide to fully eliminate one of my threats. Closing the distance I bring my boot to the side of his head sending him across the floor, when the back of his skull collides with the floor a sickening crack rings out through the air. The stomach churning sound acts as a great way to break the moral of the others as it causes the gunman to lose his focus as he stares in horror to his ally. Glancing back to the wounded female I find her trying to scramble off of the floor to take to the air, I sprint behind her and manage to jump onto her back as she begins to lift off into the air.

Surprisingly she is still able to gain altitude with me on her back, it took both Balbean and Georg to lift me from the ground last time but I suppose I was in full kit. Struggling to keep hold of her back I grip a large clump of her feathers as I begin to rapidly knee her in an attempt to break her focus, all it seems to do is cause her to lash backwards with her talons in an attempt to swipe me off. Hearing a succession of panicked screams and shrieks I look below to find that we have managed to fly over the rest of the festival and have now become the centre of attention.

PHAT

Blood spatters over my face as a bullet tears through her wing, glancing to my rear I find that the Griffin once again has managed to miss his target as he hovers there attempting to reload. The injury to her wing causes her to fall to the floor at a rapid pace, the crowd below begins to scatter as we both hurtle to the floor. Looking for a softer landing I lean over the side of her back and watch as we pass over the dancing area, finding a table to be a better alternative then the solid floor I take aim and release myself from her back.

Plunging towards the ground I am at least able to hit my target, smashing against the table top I shatter the glasses resting on top causing a large quantity of shards to pierce my clothing and force their way into my skin. The table collapses as I roll over it causing me to bounce onto the floor impacting my head against the road. I finally come to a halt when my back smashes into another table leg causing multiple glasses to crash on top of me breaking on impact.

I take a moment to regain my senses, trying to push off from the floor I immediately collapse as I let out a pained groan. Examining my left wrist I find that the alignment with my hand seems to be off, as I try to move my wrist an excruciating pain shoots through the joint. Keeping the wrist close to my chest I move onto my knees before slowly rising to my feet.

As I walk blood trickles over various wounds on my body where the glass has punctured my flesh, a substantial sized gash is located above my left eye causing blood to drain down the side of my face. Stopping in the centre of the dance floor I look around to find that everyone has moved far away from me as they look towards me with fear. A loud screaming catches my attention from further amongst the tables, hobbling towards the source I find my taxi splayed out on the floor holding onto her wing.

I've had enough of this! Picking up the speed I rush towards her as she lays on the ground clutching at her wing. Once I've closed the distance I bring my boot back and assault her with it as I kick against her chin with all my might. The blow creates a resounding crack as she falls back against the floor. In my anger I continue to kick her in the chest as she tries weakly to shield herself, "You dumb... fucking... bitch!"

Grabbing hold of her neck she begins to lightly claw at my hand, using all my strength I start to drag her across the floor towards the dance floor. As I drag her between the tables I notice the last Griffin landing in the centre of the dance floor, making that my destination I bring my new friend along with me to hopefully be of some use.

Each step I take starts to become more pained, my feet gradually become more heavy as the blood loss slowly begins to take its toll, the only thing keeping me standing at this moment is the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Throwing her past the last table I grab a knife off the table top and bring the blade against her throat keeping her in a kneeling position in front of me. Nobody makes a sound as they watch the spectacle, the only noise which can be heard are her pained breaths as she feels the blade rest against her throat.

I watch as the last Griffin adjusts his grip on the pistol. Scanning over the area I find that over half of the original crowd have all ran off following our crash landing, of the six girls I can only see Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow and Rarity. Locking eyes with the gunman I shout out to him, "Drop your gun!"

He just responds with a chuckle, "You really think that I am going to listen to a beaten wreck like you?"

"If you expect her to live. And after I've drained all her blood in front of your very eyes I'm gonna come over there and do the same thing to you," I fidget with the blade in my hand.

"She knew the risk when she joined me here. You do that and there's nothing blocking my shot on the bastard who destroyed my empire. I'm going to make you suffer for what you've done, even if I fail more will come for you."

"Well so far you've failed to hit a barn do-" Before I can finish he starts to take aim with his pistol, deciding to use my cover I wrap my arm around her neck and hoist her up in front of me.

PHAT

I'm able to raise her just in time, her body slumps back against me as the round hits her chest. Not wanting to keep her weight on my injured wrist I throw her to the side, various ponies scream at the sight before them as they watch the blood pool from her body. Looking back up to him I just smirk, "You missed," I throw my knife to the floor and step towards him raising both hands and clenching them into fists, my left hand stings like a bitch and I find myself unable to fully form a fist with it, "Fight me like a fucking man!"

Grinning he lets out a loud laugh as he holsters his pistol, "Well this should be easy," We slowly begin to move opposite each other in a circle as we keep our eyes locked on each other, keeping my distance I wait for him to strike first. He is the first to give in as he charges towards me, side stepping I sweep my leg against his talons causing him to trip face first into the ground. Stepping over him I straddle his back and grasp his head in both hands, with control of his head I begin to repeatedly smack his head against the floor.

He bucks his back legs throwing me off his back onto my side, from this new position he is able to punch my face. His fist collides with my cheek distorting my vision from the sudden impact, before I'm able to recover his fist comes down once again creating a sharp pain in my teeth. With his next jab I'm able to block it with my broken wrist creating a sharp crack when his fist impacts with my damaged bone, screaming in agony I bring my good hand against his chest knocking him back.

He quickly stands and takes a step back from me, shakily I push myself back onto my feet. I spit blood onto the ground as I stare daggers at him, taking a few breaths I consider my options. Lunging for me again I quickly counter him with a rapid strike, bringing my fist against his neck I'm able to stagger him. With my left arm, I elbow the rear of his head bringing him low against the floor, a quick kick meets his throat forcing him into a coughing fit.

As he crawls around I kick him onto his side, with his hind leg held out to the side I stamp on his shin with all my force. The sound it creates pierces my ears as he releases a roar of pain, his shin-bone tears through his flesh revealing the compound fracture. I just stand over him as he rolls around in pain trying to take hold of his joint, patiently waiting I look for my next attack. Stepping over him I kick out his wing and hold down the joint by standing on it, before he can act I bring my other boot down at the base of the joint breaking the bone within.

He manages to swing for me catching my leg with his sharp talons, I try to pull my leg back but am unable to as his talons impale my calf. Taking hold of his arm I rip his talons from my flesh causing my blood to splash over the floor, "Mother fucker!" I kick him across the face causing him to lay out on his back. With him momentarily out of it, I seize the opportunity and kneel down on his chest, before he realises what is going on I punch him in the face knocking his head back with the force. Continuing the strike I pick up speed reducing the time between each interval, "Try and kill me!.." My fist crushes his windpipe as I aim for his throat, "You fucking twat!.."

Ignoring the pain in my wrist I bring it against the side of his head and take hold with each hand. Raising his head I slam it again and again into the floor as blood begins to leak from the growing wound as his head is cracked open.

"JOHN!"

Releasing his head I continue to repeatedly bring my right fist against the side of his head, each time I knock his head to the side I make him face me just to receive another strike. Each punch impacts just above his eyes opening a wound painting my knuckles a crimson red.

"JOHN! STOP!"

Standing up I bring my boot down on his rib cage creating a number of loud cracks as the bone shatters, with every stomp blood starts to pool within his mouth as he looks up to me with open eyes. Continuing to regularly kick and stomp on him his cries on anguish cease, he's more than likely dead at this point but I just keep going.

"JOHN!"

I finally snap out of it when I hear Twilight calling my name from behind me, stopping I look down at my victim as I try to catch my breath. Slowly I turn to find everyone who was watching me now looking to me with terror and distress at what they've just witnessed, Twilight was the one brave enough to step forward and confront me. The adrenaline begins to leave my system causing the pain it masked to shoot throughout my body, I begin to heavily sway from side to side as the pain and blood loss begins to take its toll. Trying to step forward my vision blurs as I find myself unable to control myself, I begin to slump over causing my forehead to impact with the ground shrouding the world in darkness.

Great catch, Twilight(!)