The crowd gasped, staring, unmoving as the Necromorph came out like a demon from hell.

It gave a roar before going to the nearest pony.

Celestia.

"Scoot's! Throw me!" Applebloom demanded.

Scootaloo grabbed her friend and threw her across to the Necromorph. She hit it dead-center in the back.

It stumbled before turning around, blades coming down in and ark. She jumped and shot on of an arm off with her Plasma cutter, she grabbed the other arm and used its own force to flip it over.

"A little help would be nice!" She yelled slowing down its regeneration in stasis. "Now!"

Scootaloo ran up with Sweetiebelle, grabbed the Ubermorph by its legs and threw it away from the crowd. They all split as it went overhead, staring at it in horror.

It got up before getting blow up by Scootaloo shooting an explosive canister at it.

"Enough!" Celestia yelled. "You have threatened me and my subjects! Now you will-"

"Stay out of this!" The crusaders yelled. "This is our fight!"

She stared at them for a moment, all of them glaring right back. Quietly she took a step back and watched as they took out numerous weapons.

"Me and Scoot's will attack from the front, Sweetiebelle, you'll be up top. Everpony got it?" Applebloom asked as she saw the Ubermorph get up. "We don't have much time..."

It got up to its full height and started to walk towards them.

Applebloom ran forward, Plasma cutter in hoof. Scootaloo threw Sweetiebelle atop a roof as she took out her Seeker rifle. Scootaloo joined Applebloom, carrying her Ripper's.

Applebloom ran straight into the Ubermorph, retreated and letting Scootaloo sink two fresh blades into its hide and cut through numerous muscles and tendons. And then, she hit something metal.

Atop a building, Sweetiebelle was firing away with her Seeker rifle, taking off its arms and head whenever they grew back. Her rifle clicked empty, she sighed and took out her Contact beam.

'Only two shot's left!? I barely used it!' She thought angrily. "Girls," She said over the comm. "Step back. I'm going to finish this thing off once and for all." She narrowed her eyes.

"Are ya sure!?" Applebloom said, dodging another swipe. "Ah'm just gettin' warmed up."

"Yeah, I am." She said. "We know our weapons can't kill it, but, what about another Necromorph?"

"Sweetiebelle," Scootaloo said smashing the Ubermorph into the gravel. "I don’t mean to interject or anything, but did you forget it also regenerates?"

"No, but it doesn't have magic."

"Well hurry up!" Applebloom yelled. "It’s pushing forward towards those rock-legged ponies!"

Sweetiebelle jumped down and off a lamp post. She took off her suit as her friends went back to protect the crowd.

Lurker tentacles came out from her neck, a spinal tail came out through her tail, two Slasher blades came out from her back and spines came out from the sides of her fore-legs.

They both stopped, glaring at each other. Its own breath heavy in the new atmosphere.

Her eyes narrowed as she shot out three barbs from her Lurker tentacles, hitting it in a leg making it almost unusable.

She ran forward, magic increasing her own speed as she did so. She slammed into it, crawled onto its back and began cutting it with her Slasher blades; leaving deep, bloody gashes across its hide.

It quickly regenerated its lost skin and muscle, reaching behind it in a way its arms shouldn't bend, it knocked her off. She shook off the dust, but not before it impaled her through the chest.

She spit up blood before turning her insides into an acid sac. She smiled sadistically even as her own bottom jaw and throat melted away.

Its claw melted away from inside her, she fell to the ground, chest oozing acidic brown sludge.

She heaved and coughed up a large ball, hitting it in the legs. She jumped back slightly as it fell forward, its own legs dissolving underneath.

Once it was down she jumped up and began slashing with her blades again. She was about to sing her horn into it and freeze it partially when one of her blades hit something. She stopped, head cocked to the side.

'What the heck is in this thing?' She thought. 'Maybe it’s just shrapnel.' She shrugged before jumping off.

It slowly got up, unsteady from the acid still burning its legs. Once it was standing, it was pushed back when Sweetiebelle shot a blade through its chest.

She slowly walked up to it, stepped onto its chest and looked it in all five eyes. She scrunched up her nose as she got a whiff of its breath. She glared before charging her horn.

It started to glow a deep red, nearly black. It rose up on a Tripod stalk and in one swift movement, plunged into its chest.

The energy she was using burnt through its skin easily, only did it stop when she hit a rib. She forced her way through, breaking them as she went; only after she went through the rib-cage she hit something. Something that wasn't bone.

Confused, she looked at the wound before it closed; she could barely make out a small, black cartridge. She shrugged before taking her horn fully out and then charging it with electricity and stabbed the small box.

Only when her horn went through, did she realize what she had done. But it was already too late.

The Contact beam cartridge, loaded with unstable magic, exploded in a glorious blinding light. Sweetiebelle was thrown back into the pile of her own flesh, covered in flames with a smoke trail following her.

The crowd watched as she landed but looked back at where the Ubermorph was. And still was.

It was shaking on the ground, white bolts of electricity arching off its every surface. They died down to a flicker before it was left motionless.

Before they could blink, it shot up, rising by its feet. It started clawing at itself, its own flesh starting to bubble and smoke.

Its skin went from a silvery-grey to a black with red outlines. It started to grow a second set of blades coming out from its back. Its legs thickened and curved in the back like a predators, its blades sharpened to a fine point before ending in pincers, the inside of them having jagged serrated teeth.

It grew a mouth, soon, a brown acid started to leak out, it legs thinned out and bent back before a second pair grew, turning it into a Tormentor like Ubermorph. Finally, its eyes had turned a dark black, only the middle one on top was red.

It looked at itself, confused as to why it changed. Its gaze fell back onto the ponies in front of it. It walked forward, ominously, its breath casting out a small amount of acid as it did so.

The ponies could only stare in horror at it, frozen in fear. All but two.

Applebloom shot a grenade directly into its middle eye. It reared up in pain before seeing her atop a building.

It raised one of its pincers and brought it down; it didn't notice as Scootaloo teleported themselves away and onto its back. It turned back to the ponies, all of them staring at a different object now.

It didn't notice as it brought down another pincer, this one swinging from the side. Its intention to cut or crush the group in one fell sweep. What it didn't expect, was to be grabbed by a Drag Tentacle and thrown back to where it started.

Sweetiebelle, now at her full height, gave a roar of pure, adulterated rage as she glared at the monstrosity before her.

She sized it up. She was atleast twice as big and had twice as many weapons on her side. She grinned inwardly as she thought about her odds, that was, until she spotted an unusual spike on the evolved Ubermorph.

It had a horn.

A horn that was now glowing with a black energy, directed at her.