S͟҉̻̣̞̹͞o̸̩̰̳̘̯̯͖̟̺̲͚̞̗̼̜͙̤̕.̸̡̨̨̗̱̳͈̱͇̠͇̩̦̗̻̤͟.̛͍̮͍̼̲͎̱̗̰͚͖̞́́.̤̙̮̻̙̭̼͠ ̢̥̪̫̤͎̰̝̝̦͇̠̝̦̺̭̲̳͜͜͠͝ͅT̢͖̯͈͍̱͖̫͈̻̟̺̞̩̀͝h̨́͜͢͏̳̹̮̠̦͖̹̫̬̙̻̞ͅi̶͇̮̦̦͈͎͎̤̦̯͟ś̸̡̰̺͙̞̠̖̥̳͖̱̗̠̺͖̝͉̙ ̛҉̴͇̘̖̹̣̪̞̦̩̥͘ͅi̡̨͓͚̬͙͉̖̗͇̦s̛̜̗̞̬͎̩̩̤͚̺̮͍͡ ̴̶̡̢͖̺̯͔̪̺̼̥͕͕͖̣̺͉̦̭̰̀ͅͅw̡̫̮̲͎h̷̨͍̠̺͖̮̯͡ͅa̸̛̛͉̤̠͕͇͖͕̫͖̖͠t̞̝̞̠̳̤̘͇̱̥̀ͅ ̵̢͓̠̥̜̦̯̯̜̤̩͝͡D̶̺̣̰̫̬̕i̸͈̙̘̟͓̗͓̤̲̦͍͞s̷̨̡̡̤̣̙̞̞̭̬̣͉͕̣̠͎̞h̷͔̫̹̝̼̥̹̙̱͔a̢̧̨̹͎̲̭̼͖̬̭͠r̘̻̫͖̝̩̣͕͖̭͢m̨̛̞͕̟̦͙̻̤ò̢͉͉͚͖͇̲n̡̛̞̦͚̻̖̝̮̰̼̪͉̹̝̗̥͝y̶̶̹͎͖͎̭͕͕̯̠̜͘͘͡ ̛̞͚̻̱͚̼͠͝h̡͝͏̛̫̜͍̯͇̪a҉̝̻̟͓̠̟̗͈̞̗̖̝̬̲̲͎̜̻͞s̠̮̹̯̳̟͉̼̥̙͟͝ͅͅ ҉̨͖̦̘̩̠̫̲͙͕ͅb̡̖̳̗̳͞e̯̥̺̼̠̰͚̤͉͝͠e̴͟͢͝҉͕̙̭̜͍͉͍̝̙͕ń̲̩̘̪̮̲͓̯̗̮̤̱͚̳̣͓̝́͢ ̶̵́͞͏̤̩͖͚̱̜̬̟̥͙͉̮̠̺͍̟̻̖̤d̛̮̼͖̥̫͕ò̸̷̶͍̘̠̣̲̣͎̜ͅͅi̸̶̧̛̛͚͉̥̩͇̣̞̫̫͖̮̘̘̲̤̞͔ń̢͈̘̬̦̳̙̟̖̘̠̘͔̤̹͢͞g̨͏̴̢̠͙̮̪̤͇̟͚̗̝̝͍͚̖̫̳̜͠ ̞̱̗̰͔̺̞͟͡f̧̢̟͍̮̫͕̼͓͎͍̪́o̶̼̟̯̲͔͙̤̫͍̯̺͙͍̬̦͎̝͟ŗ̧̧̣̠̳̪͚͇̻ ҉̷̶̜̗̼̼̹̲̣̙̭̫̝̣̺̣͔͉̭̺͟t̷̛̤͍̰̞̜͎͕̝͙̰͝h̢̀͏͔͚͓͉͍̪̹͈͇̙̙ͅe̴͎̰̣̗̣͕͕͖͖̖̻̖̹̬͘͢ͅ ̶̴̤̬͉̠̪̮̦̝̩͔̳̖̦͙̲̣̀͢ͅl͏̴̘̻͓̼̬͇̘̬̜̺̗̖̜̰̟͈̬͍͘͜͡á̷̢͈͙̟͉̩͙̤̣̜͈̖̹͇̹̹͡ͅs͟͏̴͈̯̤̬̰̩̬̘̘̝̦̱̬̞̦͜t̘̲͕͎̬̼͞͞ ͏̕͠͏̟̟̯̺̖͚̮̮̺̝̤̥͎̲ͅs̭̣̮͟͞i̶̧̠͉̲̪̜̞̗̭͔̱̙͙͉̙̥͠x̷̤̣͔̳̰̺̙͜͟͜ ̶̮̱͙͔͙̱̪̺̪̬͖̺̹͔̩̬̝̞̝͡ṃ̷̭̯̣͎̦͉̠͎̖̳̪͘o̷̴̸̭͍̠͜n̛͟͏̛̰͙̜̩̪̟̲̟ͅͅţ̴͏͙̣̼̮̩̲͇̲̝̪̞͓̞̠h҉̰̬͕̮̞̞̝̞̰̟͍̥͜s̵̨͚̮̠͔̱̠̝̟͎̦͚̕͟?̶̵̛͈͈͓͚̝̩̖̗̞̹͔̭̲̬̼̗͠

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... Wait, this is uploading my thoughts to fimfiction.net and bronies can read it? Wow, this is really something! Hey guys, it's me, Turmoil! You probably have many questions, like what am I doing here or where's Disharmony. I think that resuming Havoc's story where Disharmony left it will clear most doubts. Also, I have always wanted to be a narrator. Alright, let's begin!

Havoc summoned the black axe that had been gifted to him by yours truly and tried to block Bruce's balefire with its edge, making sure that the magic beam would only destroy a small portion of the weapon if it failed to block it. Luckily for Havoc, his axe's antimagic properties overcame balefire’s existence-erasing properties, so the balefire was blocked and the axe wasn’t damaged.

“Impossible!” Bruce exclaimed.

“Nothing is impossible for a draconequus,” Havoc replied as he charged towards the Bruce Mayne, and then he stopped. “Wait, I am a draconequus because I’m part dragon part pony. Alright, I don’t have any pony part but whatever. The thing is, you are also part dragon part pony, shouldn’t you be also a draconequus? Or a dracony? Dracopony?”

A blast of ice hit Bruce on the side and Comet Tail shouted at Havoc. “Stop playing around and fight!” Then she fired another ice blast at Bruce.

Bruce opened his powerful wings and took flight, hiding behind the trees. Robin flew after him and Havoc did the same after placing Comet Tail on her back.

"Congratulations," he said. "You have been promoted to horse artillery. Fire at him and I will protect you."

[OMG GUYZ HE'S DOING WHAT GRIFFIN DOES WITH TRIXIE!!1!!]

"I'll fall!" she shrieked, trying to keep herself on his back by hugging him with her legs. Havoc snapped his fingers and his back's fur became velcro hooks, while Comet's belly fur became velcro loops.

Soon after they began chasing Bruce it became clear that Havoc was too big and clumsy to keep up with the ‘baledragon’. He didn’t have enough magic left to improve his speed, as normal flight with a pony on his back already forced him to spend most of the chaos energy he was taking from his surroundings. I mean, how is a creature as heavy as a bear supposed to fly just by flapping two wings that are slightly larger than his arms? Of course you need magic to make yourself airborne, just like pegasi or griffins. Flapping your wings as a draconequus only serves as a way to use your magic without thinking about it or to make small corrections in your trajectory, and… Wait, I shouldn’t be ranting about how magic works. I am supposed to be the narrator, I should show, not tell and all of that…

...This is harder than I thought…

Anyways, Havoc was struggling not to lose Bruce Mayne and Robin Hoof, forcing himself to fly faster and dodging the trees that seemed to intentionally step on his way. That thought gave him an idea. Using the last drops of magic that Dishamony’s seal allowed him to spend , he made the trees come to life and try to tackle Bruce. The result was so chaotic and confusing everyone that he received enough chaos energy to keep up for a couple of extra minutes. When Bruce was forced to stop by two trees who jumped at him at the same time, Robin Hoof aimed and hit one of his wings with an arrow. The projectile opened a hole on the delicate membrane that covered it, forcing him to land. Comet Tail took the opportunity and released a barrage of magic beams, each one a different size and color. Some of the beams seemed to hurt Bruce, but most were shrugged off by his scales.

“His scales aren’t as strong as a real dragon’s!” Comet shouted to Havoc’s ear so he could hear her over the noise caused by the wind. “They are as physically tough as the real deal, but their magic resistance is worse!”

Havoc nodded and breathed a cloud of propane when he soared over Bruce, and then he ignited it by throwing a Bunsen burner at it. The resulting explosion unleashed a wave of hot air that singed Havoc’s fur before Comet Tail could make a barrier around them. Havoc decided to fly in circles around the calcined area that now surrounded Bruce. Comet Tail attacked Bruce with deep purple beams of magic that scorched his scales when they hit him, while Bruce’s balefire was deflected by Havoc’s axe. This went on for a couple of seconds, until Bruce roared and released a wave of balefire too large for Havoc to block with his axe. Because of this, he poured some chaos magic into his weapon until its flat side became large enough for him and Comet to cover behind it as the balefire flew around them. When Havoc returned the axe to its normal size he noticed that a large portion of the ground under and behind him had disappeared, creating a canyon.

“We should really kill him before he is done destroying the forest,” Havoc commented as he charged Bruce.

The dragon-like creature allowed Havoc to tackle him, and the draconequus realized he had made a mistake. Bruce Mayne transformation had made him nearly as big as Havoc, and when his dragon claws seized his throat Havoc discovered that Bruce was physically superior to him. Bruce’s grip around his neck was too tight for Havoc to breath, so he replied by trying to choke Bruce back with his own hands as he used his magic reserves to replace breathing. Havoc’s wooden arm wasn’t strong enough to completely choke Bruce, but it prevented him from breathing balefire, as Bruce learned when he tried to blow Havoc’s head with it. Bruce beat his wings in order to make Havoc fall on his back, then he tried to bite him and claw at him with his feet’s claws. As Bruce’s talons mauled Havoc’s belly, Havoc replied by clawing Bruce’s face with his diamond dogs claws. Bruce’s scales were no match to the claws that were designed to cut diamonds, so they bore deep wounds on the side of his face. This made Bruce stop his attack as he realized that he also had sharp claws and he was trying to choke Havoc with his fingertips instead of simply slicing his throat. Then he did just that, to which Havoc immediately replied by turning into his teen dragon form before the blood loss would kill him. Havoc’s change of shape and size made Bruce lose his balance atop him, and Havoc rose his head to bite Bruce in the neck before he could recover.

Havoc’s transformation also released Comet Tail, who had been stuck to his back until then and had been forced to dig a hole on the ground with her magic to avoid being crushed by Havoc and Bruce’s weight during the ten seconds that had passed since they fell on her. As soon as she fell to the bottom of the hole she had been hanging over she teleported out of it and found a brown dragon biting Bruce’s neck as the former batpony clawed at his opponent’s neck. Comet Tail charged a freezing spell as powerful as she could manage and encased Bruce’s legs and tail in a block of solid ice. The brown dragon noticed this and released Bruce’s neck, which only had small dents from which tiny droplets of blood fell to the ground. The brown dragon turned into a severely injured Havoc in the blink of an eye, who snapped his fingers to make the lethal wound on his neck heal in mere seconds. Bruce opened his mouth and breathed more balefire, but Havoc used his axe as a baseball bat to divert the magic beam. At the same time, Robin Hoof fired two arrows at the same time from above, and each one pierced one of Bruce’s eyes, blinding him and making him roar in pain.

“MY EYES!” he cried as he blindly thrashed, trying to escape from the ice prison. Comet Tail then used her magic to make a steel muzzle appear around Bruce’s mouth, making him unable to release more balefire.

“Can I kill him now?!” Havoc asked, worried that Bruce might have a last ace up his nonexistent sleeve, such as a deadlier final form. “Please tell me you don’t want to have a trial and sentence him to prison or whatever you ponies do with criminals.”

“No,” Robin said as she landed between Havoc and Bruce. “If we kill him history might remember him as the hero who died protecting Trottingham. He killed my father, Lord Jocksley, to take his place as the ruler of Trottingham. His numerous crimes will be revealed and he will be locked in Tartarus with the other monsters like him. Now, about you…”

“Robin!” Comet Tail cried. “He’s doing something! Get away from him!”

Robin turned to face Bruce, whose white scales were glowing brighter and brighter. He soon seemed to be made of solid light, and suddenly he exploded into a myriad of snake-like tendrils of balefire, leaving . The snakes moved towards Havoc, Robin Hoof and Comet Tail and quickly surrounded them.

“Now you die,” they all said with Bruce’s voice as they began charging at them.

Havoc levitated his axe in front of him and made it spin so fast it became a black blur as it moved to block the snakes, which disappeared once they touched the weapon. More and more snakes tried to touch them as Havoc kept killing them, until one managed to slip past his defenses and hit him in his moose horn. The horn’s colors inversed and it was erased from existence as Havoc cried in pain and dropped his weapon. The remaining snakes charged all at once in order to kill them now that Havoc was unable to stop them, and they would have succeeded if Comet hadn’t teleported the three of them away in the last second.

“Golden Shower!” Comet shouted. “I can’t grab your weapon with magic! You have to tell me how you do it!”

“CHAOS! MAGIC!” he managed to shout between his cries of again as he writhed on the ground.

Comet focused, trying to use chaos magic to levitate the axe instead of the usual, harmony-based magic unicorns used. Her horn glowed with her usual purple aura, which slowly turned golden as she focused on imitating the traces of Havoc’s magic that remained on her belly from the spell he had used to turn it into velcro loops. She opened her eyes and Robin noticed that they had acquired a violet color, while the pupils had been replaced by lighter violet swirls. Her magic surrounded the axe’s handle, and she used it to kill the remaining snakes, which cried in fear as they tried to escape. As soon as the last snake was dead, Comet Tail stopped the spell and threw up.

“I’ll never *HUUUURGGEHH* use chaos magic again!” she whined.

Robin Hoof looked both at Havoc, still crying in pain, and at Comet vomiting on the ground as she pondered who to help first. She quickly decided that the sooner Comet stopped puking the sooner she could heal Havoc or at least make him shut up.Thus, Robin trotted towards Comet and held her mane away from her mouth until she finished emptying her stomach.

“Are you alright?” Robin then asked.

“Yes,” Comet replied, panting. “It’s just that, using chaos magic, it felt so WRONG. I have never felt something so awful, it was like a living thing trying to eat my magic. I doubt I’ll be able to use my magic like that ever again without risking my life. ”

“Can you help Golden Shower?” Robin asked, pointing at Havoc. “He really seems to need help.”

Comet cautiously approached the thrashing draconequus and used her magic on him. The painkiller spell she casted was supposed to be effective enough to allow a pegasus to amputate his own wings without even flinching. However, Havoc seemed to still be in pain, but at least he stopped crying.

“He has killed me,” he stated with astonishment.

“What are you talking about? You seem pretty much alive to me,” Robin replied.

Havoc looked at his own hands for ten long seconds. “He hasn’t killed my main form, but my moose form is… gone,” he elaborated. “I can easily transform into anything my body is made of, but now it’s like that part of me, that part of my freaking soul, that made me change to moose is gone… I guess I should consider myself lucky, balefire is supposed to destroy whatever it touches, not just a part of it.”

“But you are better now, right?” asked Robin.

“I… guess so,” he replied, absent-minded.

“Can any of you ensure that Bruce is dead? I don’t want him to return after licking his wounds.”

“I don’t know how resourceful he is,” Havoc replied. “He could have cheated death somehow, but I doubt it.”

“I don’t know, either,” Comet added. “However, that ‘balefire’ of his is unique. A simple detecting spell will let me detect anypony who does something like it in a large area around me.”

“That will have to do,” Robin said, sighing. Then she stared at Havoc. “I think you should answer some questions.”

“I am a good guy, what else do you want to know that can’t wait until we are back in Trottingham?” he asked.

"How can we know you won't just pack your things and leave as soon as you can?" Robin asked in return.

"Look, I have risked my life fighting YOUR enemy, so you should trust me when I say I'll answer your questions later. I want to go home, make sure that Diane is fine and find a way to get rid of this mind, soul, magic, whatever pain."

"I’ll have to take your word, then. Let’s go back,” Robin replied, rubbing her forehead with her right hoof. “Why couldn’t you be just a weird unicorn? It would have made everything so much simpler… Comet, can you teleport us?”

The unicorn mare nodded and readied the spell as Havoc became Golden Shower again. A blinding light enveloped them and when it disappeared they were back in the same room of Trottingham’s castle they had teleported from minutes ago.

“Is the battle over?” Robin asked as soon as she saw Little Jane, who seemed to have been waiting for their return along with Diane and a few more mares.

“Y-yes, the remaining guards surrendered when they realized that Bruce was gone and they didn’t have to escape from his magic attacks... Is he…?”

“Yes, he probably won’t bother us again,” Robin answered. “Now let’s get this over with before the town succumbs to panic over their fallen leader.”

Havoc left Robin and her Merry Mares to their own devices as he approached Diane. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

“I’m peachy, but I really want to take a shower,” she answered. “Let’s go home and rest, I told everypony that there would be a ‘Robin won Bruce is gone’ party tonight and I can’t plan a party if I’m falling asleep!”

“I… I was thinking we could just stay home and watch TV,” he absent-mindedly replied.

“TV?”

“... Oh, right, still in Equestria,” Havoc muttered when he realized what he had said. “Alright, let’s go home.”

As they walked towards their house, Havoc focused on the injuries that Bruce’s balefire had inflicted upon him. He had never realized that, since he began training his magic sense, he could feel his soul as he could feel any part of his body. The fact that he had one wasn’t unexpected, as Disharmony had already told him that she had taken his soul from his human body and placed it in his current one. In a sense, his soul was like an organ, you aren’t aware of its presence in your body until it starts hurting. Moreover, it was like his heart, as it was the part of him in charge of making the magic flow all around his body. Now, his soul felt incomplete somehow, as if someone had taken a bite out of it. The part of it that was closer to the missing section was the one sending ripples of pain, like a stump would do after a dismemberment.

Something poked him on the side, and when he turned his head he noticed that it was Diane’s hoof. “Are you alright? You look pensive, you NEVER look pensive.”

“I’ll tell you everything when we get home. I think that Bruce has given me an injury that I can’t heal with a snap of my fingers.”

“Oh no,” she said, her eyes watering. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t know yet, I need more time to think.”

Havoc resumed his train of thought as they continued walking in silence. The pain that, thankfully, had been greatly reduced by Comet’s spell felt somehow familiar, but Havoc couldn’t point the time he had felt such a thing before. He had tried to regenerate his missing part as he would have done with a normal injury, but his healing magic had done nothing. As minutes passed without him finding a way to fix it, Havoc grew worried. The wound remained as painful as it was when he was hit, and he didn’t know how much longer would Comet’s spell last. The idea of being forced to always have a painkiller spell active on his soul so he would only feel a mild pain scared him. He forced himself to stop thinking about how miserable his existence would be in that case and focused on Comet's spell. Unicorn magic was harmonic instead of chaotic, and it was based on patterns and memorized phrases. Havoc was sure that if he ever tried to use his magic like that it would immediately backfire even worse than a chaos spell that tried to create something harmonic such as a vehicle. Due to this, he focused on what the spell was doing to him so he could try to copy the effects. He soon noticed that the spell was double, as a part of it was numbing his physical pain receptors, while the other was acting on his own soul and magic energy. He quickly broke the physical part with a burst of chaos magic, as the loss of his horn didn’t hurt on a neuronal level. With that done, he focused back on the spell. After a minute of trying to understand what it was doing to his soul he gave up. He only knew that it was surrounding the part of his soul that was in pain and somehow erasing that feeling. He decided that using his magic on his very soul without knowing what he was doing wasn’t a good idea. Finally, he decided that he would ask Comet Tail about the spell later, as there was nothing he could do on his own.

Diane and Havoc arrived at their house a few minutes later, in which he had decided what he could reveal to Robin and Comet and what he should omit or lie about. “It feels like we left ages ago, even though it’s only been a couple of hours,” he commented.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when the author splits a day in two chapters,” she replied.

“Diane, stop breaking the fourth wall,” Havoc scolded her. “Whenever I do it something terrible happens. Also, the implications of being in a story scare me.”

“Alright, so what happened with Bruce Mayne?” she said, changing the subject.

By the time Havoc was done telling her what had happened and how fucked he was, Diane had already prepared the invitations and decorations for the party she was planning for that same night. “So, can’t you ask your boss Disharmony to fix you?” she asked.

“There’s no chance the rules of the game allow gods to heal their pieces after fights,” Havoc replied. “Maybe I could ask Cadance? She’s an alicorn, after all.”

“I don’t know much about magic, but maybe Turmoil’s necklace could heal you?” Diane asked.

“... That’s a really good idea,” he replied, as he thought why didn’t he come up with it sooner. “Zap me when you are ready.”

Diane nodded and a beam of magic connected her necklace with Havoc’s chest, turning him into a CGI version of himself.

“What,” he said.

“Staring at you makes my head hurt,” she commented. A few seconds later Havoc became Twilight Sparkle.

“I… Wait, don’t change me back just yet,” he said with her voice. “Oh Celestia~! Your horn is so big! Spike! Let’s make a checklist of the things I want to do with my plot and Celestia and Trixie’s horns! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!”

Then he made a mirror appear in front of himself and started making funny faces.

“You are weirding me out,” Diane said as she used the necklace on him again, turning him into an unholy hybrid of Twilight Sparkle, a lobster and himself, and finally it turned him back to his original shape, still missing the moose horn.

“... I don’t feel any different…” he muttered. “Wait, there’s something! Your magic is replacing Comet’s spell with a chaos based one that does the same thing! This is very good, I can copy what your necklace is doing to me so I don’t need to always have an unicorn nearby to keep the pain away. Now I’m going to take a shower and-”

Havoc stopped mid-sentence when, without warning, a transparent version of Disharmony materialized herself in front of him with her draconequus body.

“Listen to me, we don’t have much time!” she ordered. “Those pony fools have released Discord, and now he’s decided to become their ally because he has ‘learned about friendship’! I can’t battle him now, travelling to Equis would leave me weaker than him, and he will kick you to another galaxy if you try to harm him, but there’s something you can do. You have to kill the coward pegasus, Fluttershy.”

“What?!”

“Discord seems to see her as a real friend, the young fool. The rules of the game he started won’t let him touch you unless you attack him, and if you kill her he will be angry enough to come to my domain and battle me. This is the chance I have been waiting for for several thousands of your years.”

“I’m not going to kill Fluttershy,” he said. “I don’t have to obey you,” he added, hoping he was right.

Disharmony frowned, but then she smirked. “Once I kill Discord, I will grant you a wish. I will give you anything you ask. Becoming a draconequus and living forever as my ally. Returning to Earth as a human. Making you strong enough to force Luna and Celestia to submit to your will. All you have to do is to kill a mere pony. You have done it before, it’ll just be one more in your body count.”

“Havoc, don’t do it,” Diane begged.

“Silence, mortal!” Disharmony barked.

It was then that Havoc realized something. Disharmony had said that she would send him back to Earth, but in their previous meeting she had said that going back to Earth was impossible for him. That meant that she had lied to him at least once, and that she could be also lying when she said that she would do what he wanted after she was done with Discord. He had decided that he wouldn’t obey Disharmony the moment she told him that he would have to kill Fluttershy, but knowing that he couldn’t trust her words gave him an extra reason to say no to her.

“Disharmony…” he began, and he forced himself to breath before continuing. “You shouldn’t have chosen a brony as your piece. I won’t kill Fluttershy, nor any other innocent pony for that matter.”

“You dare to question and disobey me?!” she asked, incredulous. “You don’t know who you are dealing with, mortal. I will give you a last chance: if you start flying to Ponyville immediately I’ll forget your treacherous thoughts.”

“I won’t do it,” he said, and he felt his stomach lurch as Disharmony lost all semblance of politeness.

“Yo̡u ҉wi̸l̕l ̴re̡g̶r͞et ̸thìs̷ da͠y, M͘ąr̛t̕i͠n҉ ̢T͠h̀o͝m̛pson̸,̸” she bellowed, her words making the whole room tremble. “I̴ ̶wi̢ll͘ ma͠ke͠ y͠ou a͞n͟d̷ ȩve̡ry͟t͜h̕iņg̷ ̀you̶ lóv̵e ͟śu̸ffe͢r ͝in ̵wa͜ys ͜y̢ou c̸a̕n'̧t̷ ͢even comp͠re̴h̢e͞nd̕.”

Disharmony’s projection disappeared as soon as it had come, leaving Havoc and Diane alone. After that she stopped narrating and probably destroyed all she had written between last chapter and this point. Luckily for you, she left an energy trail that I could follow to this, and now I’m the narrator. Cool, huh?

Havoc walked towards the couch and sat on it, staring at the distance as he turned pale. “... I guess at least I did the right thing, right?”

“Of course you did,” Diane said as she sat next to him and hugged as much of his bear torso as she could. “Pinkie Pie’s memories have shown me a lot of courageous ponies. What you have just done is the third bravest things I have ever seen.”

“Only the third? What are the second and first?” he asked without enthusiasm.

“Well, the second was when Shining Armor stood against Sombra. That was heroic as hay. And first place goes to Fluttershy for doing the Stare on a dragon, because hey! It’s Fluttershy we are talking about.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to try harder if I want to beat those two,” he replied. “Maybe I can go to Ponyville and punch Discord in the face until he decides to fight Disharmony so I’ll stop beating him?”

“I think that’s not such a good idea…” Diane said, afraid that he was being serious.

Havoc sighed. “Let’s just forget this ever happened and return to our duties. You have a party to plan and I have to rest, right?”

“No, it’s not right,” she said. “Let’s stop joking. You need to find a way to solve this. You can’t just give up and let Disharmony get away with bullying you.”

“So what can I do?!” he said with a hint of panic. “She’s powerful than a GOD! Even if I somehow became stronger than her, she created my body and she can destroy it whenever she feels like it. There’s nothing I can do, and I would rather not dwell on this. Please.”

“Wait, maybe Discord can help?”

“He sent Screwball to kill me! Why would he ever help me?”

“Disharmony said that Fluttershy had turned him good, right? Good ponies don’t send their daughters to kill their enemies.”

“Maybe, but the moment Shining Armor learns that I went to Ponyville I’ll be in trouble.”

“Damn it, Havoc. Is there anyone in Equestria who doesn’t want you dead or out of his sight?”

“... Well, there’s you, the dogs of Granite Back… Wait, they wanted me out of their sight because my presence was dangerous to them. Eh… maybe that crystal pony that was so good with the sword?”

“Forget I even asked. Go take a nap, if I’m not here when you wake up I’ll be setting up everything in the castle.”

“Alright, see you later.”

Havoc did as Diane told him. When he walked into his bedroom his chaos domain began refilling his reserves as he decided to nap on his bed, that had become a giant cushioned bathtub on its own. ‘Killing Flutterhsy only for Discord to destroy me or Disharmony to betray me, or disobey Disharmony and become her enemy. Yeah, I was fucked the moment she made her offer.’