[Authors note - This is just a short chapter I wrote for today, since I won't have time to write out a full chapter. I'll have a full chapter out on Monday.

Enjoy.]

Lieutenant Robinson sprinted down an empty street, Sergeant Gillespie and Warrant Officer MacManus trailing right behind him. Behind them, Robinson could hear the enemy soldiers hoofsteps as they chased after them.

Suddenly, the Lieutenant stopped and dropped to his knees, firing off the rest of his L85's magazine into the mob of approaching soldiers. Gillespie and MacManus also stopped and brought their weapons to bear, but Robinson turned towards them.

"Keep going! I'll hold em off!" the Lieutenant shouted at the two.

"But Left-tenant-"

"Shut up and run!" Robinson shouted, silencing MacManus's protests. The two operators hesitated for a second, but soon found themselves under heavy fire and running up the street, away from their Lieutenant and the approaching enemy horde.

"Good to see someone will get out of this." Robinson commented, watching his two friends run off. He came under another barrage of gunfire, the bullets deflecting off the Marines heavy armor.

"Charge!" one of the horses shouted, upon noticing that their bullets were practically useless against the Marine.

As the horses started to gallop towards him, waving swords and spears over their heads and bellowing bloodthirsty war cries, Robinson let his rifles empty magazine slide out of the chamber and fall to the ground. He quickly fished a fresh magazine out of his tactical vest and slammed it into his L85, then he chambered a round into the chamber and shouldered his rifle, firing off a burst into the nearest enemy soldiers, who was less than fifteen feet away.

He shifted his aim to the next target, a black unicorn charging straight at him. He aimed slightly upwards and put a single round into the unicorns head, dropping him like a fly.

"You mother bucker!" someone shouted from his left. He quickly shifted to the left and spotted another enemy soldier not five feet away from him. Before he could bring his rifle to bear, the horse rammed right into him, knocking him to the ground and sending the L85 flying. The horse jumped on top of him and punched him in the face. Robinson shook it off and pulled his P220 Combat out of its holster, firing two rounds into the unicorns head. He pushed the limp body off of him and brought his handgun up to bear, firing the rest of the magazine into the two closest enemy soldiers.

Its magazine spent, and with not enough time to reload, Robinson tossed aside his handgun and pulled his KA-BAR combat knife out of its sheath.

"Come on! Let's do this!" he shouted at the approaching enemy soldiers as he shifted into a combat stance, his KA-BAR at the ready. He rushed forward, knocking the closest horse off its hooves and onto the floor. Another soldier came out of no where and tackled him, pinning him the ground. Robinson reached up and ran his knifes blade across the horses neck, slitting his throat open.

The horse fell off of him, gurgling as it drowned in its own blood. Robinson jumped up, dodging a swing from a horses sword. The Marine lunged at him, slamming his knife into its neck. It screamed out in pain and fell to the ground, desperately trying to pull the knife out of its neck.

"Take him down! Now!" someone shouted, right as another horse tackled him, followed by another, and yet another. The next thing he knew, Robinson was being swarmed by horses and could not move at all under their weight. He then found himself handcuff'd and on his knees, surrounded by pony soldiers.

"Well shit..." Robinson muttered. Suddenly, the soldiers that surrounded him starting bowing, as if God himself had just appeared in front of them.

"So... this is the alien creature that has been slaughtering my men?" a regal, feminine voice inquired.

"Yes ma'am." one of the soldiers answered. Robinson looked around for the source of the voice and spotted a tall, white horse, with a long flowing mane, large wings, and a long horn. She was also wearing a large crown and a jewel encrusted necklace.

"What are you supposed to be?" Robinson asked, before getting punched in the face by one of the nearby soldiers. God damn, their hooves hurt.

"I am Princess Celestia, and this is my kingdom. Why are your people here?" this 'Princess Celestia' asked.

Robinson smiled at the princess before spitting on the ground. "After your soldiers slaughtered my men without warning, you will find it very hard to get information out of me. I promise you that." the Lieutenant promised.

The princess trotted up to him, her face only inches away from him. "We shall see..." she whispered, before turning back to the other horses, "take him away!"