Sup everypony, how is it going? Sorry I take so long in between chapters. Oh and the name that won is Ragnarok, the one I thought of, so…. what the hell guys... never mind, onto the story.

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     Ragnarok walked around in the forest after his ‘meal’. He stretched all his limbs.  “Ah, I haven’t been out of that fool Fragment in so long. It feels great,” he said, while stretching again. “Now where am… goddamn it, I’m in Equestria again! I hate this place! It’s too cute. I can’t wait for those mega spells to hit in 200 years. Those wastelanders know how to live. But for all I know, I will have to wait, good things come to those who wait. I always say that I will never know. Wait where the hell am I? This sucks…”

He proceeds to wander around looking for his way out. After several hours of wandering, he comes across a giant hollowed out tree with a striped green and black Alicorn with a Rainbow Dash-like mane. The only difference was the color and he had Celestia’s tail that he was using as a makeshift pillow as he was slept soundly. “How nice, he looks so peaceful. Let’s put a stop to that, shall we.” He started to fly around building speed. He then did something that had not been seen in Equestria in thousands of years, the original Buccaneer Blaze. “You should look away and cover your eyes, readers.” There was an extremely bright flash of heat and blinding light. It set every tree he passed on fire, which exploded seconds later in a giant conflagration of burning wood chips.

    “Celestia spinning on Luna’s horn what is happen-.” He trailed off as he saw what was happening.

     By this time, Ragnarok had stopped flying and walked through the fire towards her. “Hi! Crazy weather we have here, right? I mean, going from sunny to forest burning is kind of excessive, but oh well it happens. Oh, by the way my name is Ragnarok, what’s yours?”

Caught off guard by his nonchalant attitude, he answers.  “Um my name is Leafin and what the hell happened here?”

    Ragnarok looks around as if seeing what was happening for the first time. “Oh yeah, the fire hmmm… nope don’t feel like putting it out. So I guess I will just go home or something.”

    Leafin couldn’t believe what he was hearing “ The whole forest may burn down and you’re thinking of going home and letting it burn?” He shakes his head in disbelief before continuing, “Wow that’s fucked up. Know what? I am going to ignore you for now, I have to put this fire out.” He then talks in a language that hasn’t been spoken in centuries. After he stops speaking, a roar is heard in the distance, and the sound of wings flapping can be heard.

    “Oh ho, seem like this may be interesting after all. I think I will stay to see how this will play out.”

    A dragon can now be seen flying over the trees. She starts to flap her wings faster than before, quickly putting out the fire. Leafin thanks the dragon in his tongue. He hears clapping behind him. He turns and glares at Ragnorok.

    He stops clapping a few seconds later. “That was interesting. I’m glad I stayed to witness that. I should start fires in a forest more often if it means I get to see interesting things like this more,” he says with a satisfied smile.

    “Wait, you caused the fire?! What’s wrong with you? You could have killed hundreds of animals!”

    “I don’t see the problem with hundreds of peop-“ he was cut off by Leafin trying to cut him in half with his halo-like energy weapons. One seemed to flow with electricity, and the other one seemed to glow ominously. As he dodged the electrical one, he pulled out a blade of his own and clashed with the second. “Hmm… somepony’s angry and apparently you can summon weapons. Nice, this could be fun.” He took to the air. “Come, let’s start a riot, shall we?”

    “I am going to kill you so horribly. When I get through with you, death will piss himself when he sees you” he says before flying after him.

    Ragnarok flew toward Ponyville, “Know what, readers, I just realized? I could have just flown over the forest and seen the brightly fucking pastel colored houses, but you know what? Fuck you, I didn’t think of it.”

    “Who the buck are you talking to? Know what, forget it. Just slow down so I can tear you a new one.”

    “Ohh kinky, but my barn door doesn’t swing that way. Sorry and slow down? Mmmmm no.” He then went even faster.

    That’s it, Leafin thought to himself, I’m going to kill him in a storm of murder death. He started to speed up in an incredible show of pissedoffedness (shut up it’s a word) and determination. He started to even catch up to the Pegasus.

    Ragnarok looked back on the Alicorn and smiled, turned around, and waved to the other pony who by now was almost within swinging distance. He started to flap his wings in an odd rhythm and suddenly seemed to be gone.

    Leafin looked around for the other pony and saw him flying sideways, and by sideways he meant that Ragnarok’s body was pointing toward Ponyville but was flying toward Canterlot. “What in the pony hell?! How in the flying fuck is that possible?”

    “You like? Took me a century to perfect. I can fly any way I want, even diagonally. Fragment has his footwork, but I have my flying.” He started on his way to Ponyville again. Every time Leafin would get close, he would use his quick shift ability to dodge his attack each time until they reached Ponyville. He flew into the clouds and darted to and fro, grabbing several dark storm clouds. One happened to have a dark black Pegasus with a black and red mane and tail sleeping on it. He didn’t take kindly to Ragnarok trying to take it and even less kindly to Ragnarok punching him in the face and taking his cloud.

    “Fuck’s your problem?” he said, shocking Ragnarok with a bolt of lightning.

    “Ow he shot me with fucking lightning that shit hurt.” He complained as he continued to put the storm clouds together.

    “Hey stop what you’re doing! Are you trying to destroy the village?” Rendan shouted at Ragnarok.

    “Ha ha, maybe a little.” Ragnarok answered.

    “Then I’m going to have to kick your ass,” he said as he as he drew his sword and flew after him.

    Ragnarok just smiled at this and said, “Bring it bitch” before flying as fast as he could and slamming into the giant storm cloud, sending an omega lightning bolt racing toward Ponyville.  

    “Oh shits! Dark Lightning, stop it!”

   Dark just smiled. “I got this” he said confidently. He then proceeded to stick out his hoof and the lightning responded by diverting its course towards him and started to revolve around him. He pointed his hoof at the now stunned Ragnarok. “Everypony stand back!” Dark shouted. He  sent the bolt at Ragarok.

    “Not expecting that,” Ragnarok said before being hit by the attack.

    “Fuck yes. I got his ass, you see that shit? That was fucking epic” He said while hoof pumping.

    “Oh my god, I am going to kill you so horribly! I can’t even begin to express the pain I am going to put you in.”

    They all looked at each other then back to where they last heard the voice come from. Then they all said in unison “No fucking way. I call bullshit.” They saw him and their jaws dropped.

    Ragnarok flew toward them, clad in white and gold armor and 12 short swords made of pure energy except for one, which was on a chain in his mouth balanced on varying points on his body.

   “Um Dark, I think you will need this,” Rendan says as he hands (hoofs?) him a sword. He looks at Leafin, “Do you know how to use those?” he asks, pointing at his two swords.

    “Let’s find out, shall we?” he states simply.

“You think you can beat me in my Armageddon mode.”

    They all attack at once and well, put simply, shit happened. Ragnarok wasn’t carrying that many blades just for show. As soon as they got close enough, he became a whirling vortex of blades. He would spin and flip them without missing a beat. You would think him not holding more than two blades at once would make the ones that he isn’t using wouldn’t have as much impact.

    Rendan made the mistake of trying to stop more than one blade at a time and rushed in and was stopped cold by one. “The hell? It feels like I ran into a sledgehammer, it’s fucking heavy.”

    Just then, Ragnarok seemed to appear perched on the blade and wrapped Rendan with the chain attached to the blade in his mouth, cutting him a little, and said, “Rushing Legion style, pecial attack Biting Demon.” He bit down on the chain again, which glowed with energy and pulled. Rendan seemed to pulse and six blades flew at him. Seconds before they hit him, he was surrounded by a glow of magic and it pulled him back.

    They looked back and saw the blades seemed to make the shape of a terrifying monster biting down where Rendan’s head was a second ago. They all looked at each other and gulped realizing what almost happened.

“Thanks bro. If you hadn’t jumped in there, I would be headless” he said, reaching out for a brohoof.

    “Anytime,” he answered, returning the brohoof. “Right know though, we have some plot to kick.”

    Just then, Rendan sees somepony he knows.  He smiles devilishly “I have a plan Dark. Leafin, distract him.”

    “Ok then. Dark Lightning says let’s do this.”  He starts to lob shock grenades at Ragnarok, then a lightning bolt seems to hit him and he appears behind him the surprised Ragnarok with several shock grenades.

   Straight into Leafin who then cuts him a few times.

    Ragnarok then sees Rendan making hand (hoof?) gestures. “What the hell are you do-.”  He starts to say before something with talons slams into him knocking him out and sending him flying.

    “Fuck yes! Oswald is here. I just kicked your ass and you didn’t even know it.” He then turned toward the three ponies. “Hey I’m Oswald, part of Celestia’s stealth force,” he said, extending his claw toward Dark, then Leafin for a hoof shake.

    “Um sup? I’m Dark, that’s Rendan, and that’s actually…. I don’t know who that is. So who are you?”  He asks turning to Leafin.

    “Oh me? I’m Leafin, and can I ask you a question? What’s up with your coat and your hair?”

    Oswald looks confused for a second, then his expression brightens in understanding.  “Ah you must mean my color and my Jew fro,”  (That’s how he told me to describe his fro, don’t get mad at me ok.) he says, looking down at his black feathers and coat and the white plumage on his chest.  “My color I got from my family genes and the hair is just my preference. Why, something wrong with it?”

   Before Leafin could answer, Rendan interrupts “Sorry to interrupt, but we have to go look for him before he gets away.”

    “Oh shit, let’s go then.”  The others say at the same time and rush off in Ragnarok’s general direction.