Tempest Shadow joined the legions of ponies and humans in preparing for the defense of Canterlot. The broken horned unicorn wanted to feel like all of this was perhaps another part of her long training to becoming Twilight's Captain of the Royal Guard, but that wasn't the case.

There was so much to consider in terms of what was at stake. Emperor Grogar posing a threat after 1,000 years and the Storm King, the creature who used and betrayed her for his own gains was brought back to life. While helping several guardsponies bring out several cannons, she noticed an all too familiar pony also helping out.

"What are you…?" gasped Tempest, stopping whatever she was doing and racing over to see Razzle Fizzle bringing a basket of spears towards a group of warrior ponies. "Razzle Fizzle! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to fight, Fizzlepop," she replied firmly, much to Tempest's shock and disbelief. "And don't try to convince me otherwise."

Tempest couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own sister, her own flesh and blood, was taking part in the impending battle that was to come.

"You were supposed to be evacuated when you had the chance! Don't you see? You at risk of being killed!"

"As are you!" retorted Razzle Fizzle. "If we die, we die together, Fizzlepop!"

"But…but…why?"

"Because she wanted to," said a voice and the two sisters turned to see T'Challa in his Black Panther suit walking towards them along with Steve Rogers in an alternate version of his Captain America suit. Razzle bowed at the presence of the Wakandian king much to Tempest's shock. "I am T'Challa, King of Wakanda and this is Captain Steve Rogers of the Avengers. You must be Fizzlepop Berrytwist, yes?"

Tempest saw this as an opportunity to try and convince her sister to leave before she could get herself killed.

"Uh, yes. I am Fizzlepop Berrytwist. Razzle Fizzle is my sister and I think she is crazy to fight here!"

"There is no use trying to stop me! My mind is made up, Fizzlepop!" said Razzle Fizzle, firmly picking up her basket of spears. "Maybe now is the time you learn that we have to work together to achieve certain goals. Now, excuse me, I have to bring these spears to the northwest wall."

Tempest watched as her sister left and couldn't believe that this was all happening before her eyes.

"Your sister has a big heart," remarked Steve, placing a hand on Tempest's shoulder. "Wanting to lay her life down for her fellow pony."

"This is insane," gasped Tempest as she ran from the two men and dashed towards the northwest wall. In Tempest's mind, there had to have been a reason for Razzle's sudden decision to fight. Otherwise, she could have evacuated from Canterlot by now.

Making it to the Northwest wall, Tempest looked up at her sister with a worried expression. Razzle, of course, saw otherwise.

"Fizzlepop, I told you that I am going to fight and you aren't going to talk me out of it!"

"Listen to me, Razzle!" cried Tempest. "I know you aren't capable of fighting and are only doing this because I am here! Why must you be so stubborn?"

"I'm not being stubborn!"

"Yes, you are!" Tempest shot back. "Do you even realize how dangerous Emperor Grogar is? Or for that matter, any of the cronies he is working for? Are you even considering the fact that you are here just to prove a point? Or is there something else you haven't told me about?"

Still, Razzle refused to listen, digging in her heels on her decision. But Tempest had every reason to not want to see her sister here in harm's way. In her mind, Razzle had suffered enough with the deaths of their parents and Tempest betraying Equestria.

"Razzle? Razzle?" Tempest cried, but Razzle didn't listen to her sister's pleas. Letting out a groan of frustration, Tempest left her sister alone to do her duties.

…

Returning to the throne room, Tempest threw her hoof into a wall in frustration. The sounds of her striking the wall caught the attention of not a royal guardspony, but a pony from Tempest's past.

"Fizzlepop," an irish accented pony called out in a male voice standing behind her wearing a holster bearing a sword in a scabbard. "Fizzlepop! What are you doing here?"

"Irish Spring," Tempest cried, startled at how he came up quietly behind her. "I…I didn't see you there! Let me guess, you are here to fight as well?"

"All of us volunteered," he answered. "Myself, Lemon Lime, Snow Frost, we all did. This is our home and we will fight to the bitter end. I assume you are here to fight as well?"

"Yes. But my sister has also decided she wants to fight as well. She has no fighting experience whatsoever, Irish. I feel like she is doing this because I'm here or maybe its for another reason. A far more personal reason that she won't even say to me?"

"Well," sighed Irish Spring. "Whatever she decided was for her own benefit. This is her home just as much as yours, Fizzlepop."

"It's her home, yes, but it's just a home. It can always be rebuilt. Lives cannot be rebuilt and that's why I don't want her here fighting."

Just then, the sounds of heavy footfalls came towards them and Tempest and Irish Spring turned around to see Celestia in her battle armor walking towards them with Shining Armor and the Royal Guard at her side.

"Princess Celestia," said Irish Spring, bowing to her. "The Southeast and Southwest walls are fully prepared."

"Excellent, Irish Spring," she replied before turning over to Tempest. Right then and there, Tempest saw this as an opportunity to try and find out why Razzle Fizzle was being stubborn. "What is it, Tempest Shadow?"

"Princess Celestia," she cried. "My sister, why is she here fighting? Doesn't she realize that she is about to be killed?"

"Razzle Fizzle made her choice, Tempest," replied Celestia. "She said it was a personal decision."

Those words didn't sit well with Tempest.

"A very poor personal decision! Princess, I know she wants to fight because I am her sister, but this is suicide! She needs to leave here at once."

She then turned towards Shining Armor guessing that perhaps maybe he had something to do with this.

"Did…did you tell her to fight?" she asked, glaring at Shining Armor. "Tell me!"

"No, I didn't, Tempest," he answered. "Whatever matters that compelled her to fight were her decision and her decision alone."

Tempest still refused to believe what was being said to her, but either way Razzle Fizzle was going to fight.

…

Meanwhile, at that very moment, Steve and King T'Challa made their way over to the Northwest Wall and approached Razzle Fizzle, helping several of T'Challa's kingsmen get their weapons ready.

"Razzle Fizzle," T'Challa asked, catching her attention. "There has been something that we have been meaning to ask of you."

This made Razzle stop working on what she was doing and turn all of her attention to the two humans.

"What is that?"

"You refuse to tell your own sister why you wish to fight against Emperor Grogar," answered the King of Wakanda. "To us, that is a great cause of concern."

"I told you to help protect this city from Grogar," replied Razzle Fizzle, climbing down from the platform she was on. "But, I think you have another guess as to why I made the decision I made, I guess?"

"We do," said Steve. "Let me guess, did you join because…you want to die?"

Razzle's eyes widened upon hearing this, but it appeared that the King of Wakanda and the World War II Veteran had guessed what was going through Razzle's mind at that very moment.