"Now go away so I can sleep." Ike, Nick, and Andy went and left to their old homes. Hopefully, their homes or living spaces would still be fine. Next I led Alex, Austin, and Logan to a room they could have used. People who knew me would know that I would not be sleeping and would more likely be working on something. I went back to the workshop where I my deuce was.

I looked at my friends' new bikes. I also knew that my friends would make modifications to their bikes. What I made them were fresh stock bikes. That means that if you were to buy them brand new in a retail store, you would get it exactly like they were right now. *SNAP* The deuce and I were teleported into the garage, where I had more tools that were actually meant to modify tools. I may have been innovative with most things but I still prefer to use things for their uses that are actually meant to be used as so.

I opened the engine compartment to the deuce and started to remove the engine. Hundreds of bolts, nuts, ties, and other things that held the engine down was removed. From there, I modified the engine.

Two and A Half Hours Later

I started to reinstall the engine that I modified. Instead of the usual V8 engine, I was installing V12 engines that I shrunk down with magic, giving the deuce a top speed of 130 miles per hour and 3000 horsepower. Then I casted the same spell that kept the previous engine in pristine condition onto this engine.

I teleported back into the work shop and continued a project that the smart Tran started. “Thank goodness smart Tran made 123 out of the 150 needed." I picked up some scrap metal and started to work with it.

Ten minutes later

"Number 124 done."

Four and A Half Hours Later

"Number 150 done." I placed what I was working on and placed it on the table in front of me. 150 of the objects I made were scattered around the table. I lifted the 150 objects up and some scrap metal with magic. “This is going to take a while." I started to shape the scrap metal with magic.

A Few Hours Later

I was finally done and I placed my finished project into my backpack, which was currently on the ground. I began to make more metals that I needed for another project.

The Next Morning

"Test primary capabilities. I want the amount of thrust in a simulation test if under normal conditions. Check it at 95%", I said.

Logan walked into the room into me while I was talking. “Tran, who are you talking to?"

"Um.........", I said.

"Projected thrust capabilities top off at 649640 pounds of static thrust available", a voice similar to mine said.

"Where did that come from?", Logan asked.

A holographic 3D picture of me appeared in front of him. “Logan, meet my A.I."

"A.I.? Artificial Intelligence? You made a A.I based on you. Wait, YOU MADE AN A.I. BASED ON YOU!??!"

"I got a A.I from a flash clone of my brain when I was in the Halo universe", I said.

"Where is this coming from!?!?!", Logan asked.

"Tran's glasses. He has made the lens of his class into holographic smart lens", the A.I. said.

"How much do you share in common with the real Tran?", Logan asked.

"I'm am essentially an exact clone of Tran with the internet downloaded into my mind", the A.I. replied.

"WHAT!??!!? Wait, you have the internet?"

"Yes. There is a small portal open to allow me to have access to it."

"Twilight is going to have a wing boner if she meets the internet", Logan said.

"Yeah", I said.

"What was that thing about the thrust about?", Logan asked.

"You'll find out later. Just another project of mine. Did you wake the others?"

"Yeah, they're up in the kitchen. How long have you been up working on your projects?"

"I never went to sleep."

"I think I should learn to start expecting things like this from you."

"Yeah. Let's go", I said. The A.I. retracted into my glasses and I picked up my backpack from where I left it.

We walked back into the main part of my bunker. Once inside where the kitchen was, I saw Alex and Austin eating some apples."Hey Alex, are you enjoying those Applejack brand apples?" He threw a fire grenade at me and I dodged, causing the grenade to stick the wall behind me and causing the wall to be a bit charred. I looked at him and glared. “Oi. No explosions in my home. It gets the place charred."

After they finished eating, we walked out of my bunker and off to where ever we wanted to go.

I walked off to my store. Once I reached my store, I opened it, flipped the sign that said whether I was open or not, and took off my backpack before placing it on the ground. From there, I started to work on other things for my friends.

Five Minutes Later

"NO! I WILL NOT SIGN YOUR BOOKS!!! IF YOU ARE HERE FOR THAT, GET OUT!!!", I yelled over a crowd of ponies. “OH. Hi Lyra."

"Hi Tran. Can you somehow get me to the front?", Lyra asked.

"I don't know", I replied. “Try walking through them."

Lyra tried walking through the crowd and of course bumped into several ponies. Soon she made it to the front and in front of the counter I was behind. I leaned in and picked her up and placed her behind me. I faced the crowd again. “GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO BUY ANY WEAPONS OR I WILL USE NONLETHAL FORCE!!!"

"We just want autographs for our books! Team Tran for the Win!", said a mare.

"NO! Team Andy!", said another mare.

"What are you talking about. Team Nick", said another mare.

"Team IKE!"

"TRAN!!"

"ANDY!!!"

"IKE!!!"

"NICK!!"

"Mot ngai con dich mai ki con ngua nhu nai(One day I will to kill these ponies[Vietnamese])", I said.

Soon the ponies started to riot over which team and book was better like the Twilight series with team Jacob and Team Edward. My response was I looked at Lyra. I yelled over the ponies and said, “Lyra, close your ears and cover your eyes." She did as so. I looked through my backpack and took out eight stingball grenades. Anyone that doesn't know what stingball grenades are, they are specially designed nonlethal grenades that use a rubber shell that are filled with hundreds of small rubber balls. I held the grenades with my magic and pulled the pins simultaneously. I held each of the grenades into different sections of the riot in the air. Let’s not forget that the riot was in a weapons shop. A few seconds passed and the grenades exploded, still in the air, and hit everyone except for Lyra and I because I casted a shield to protect us. Once that was finished, I faced the crowd and pointed towards the door. Before anyone could complain, threaten, or say something to me, I held more of the stingball grenades, threatening them. Everyone walked out, limping, irritated and disappointed.

I turned back to Lyra and said, “Now that, that is over, what did you need Lyra?"

"Ummm. Uhhhhh."

"Come on Lyra, what did you need?", I asked.

"Can I have your autograph?", she finally said.

*FACE PALM* Now I wonder, ‘How can so much happen in five minutes?' I signed Lyra's book. “You’re lucky I know you Lyra. Good luck with Bon Bon!" I picked up whatever I was working on and continued.

Five Minutes Later

*CHK-CHK* I pointed my 870 at a pony's face. “This is loaded with deer slugs. I doubt you can take an ounce lead slug that can take down a five hundred pound buck and live. I doubt a hundred fifty pound pony will stop this small handheld cannon like a buck. I wonder what ponies taste like. I have been craving your kind's flesh for quite some time. Say, does fillet equine sound good?" There was a pony that actually wanted to buy me. Yes, buy me. Besides that, my previous guess on how much ponies weighed was really off. They weighed between one hundred pounds, someone like Pinkie Pie, to about three hundred pounds, someone like Big Mac.

"How about one million bits?", he replied. I turned the shotgun around and smacked him in the face.

"Out."

Five Minutes Later

I rubbed my temples as fan pony was irritating me. Not just any normal fan pony, an obsessed super stalker fan pony. She was annoying and got in the way of what I was working on. I placed what I was making, a prototype incendiary grenade, and looked at her.

"Stop. I am working on a weapon that uses highly unstable materials and ingredients. Get out", I said.

"Can I have your autograph. Why are you making that? What is your next adventure? Why are you working in this store if you usually do action schtuff? Did you hear me say schtuff? I know you like to say it that way? Huh? Hello? Can I see that? Are you paying attention? Hello?", she started.

I was trying to work with explosives and she was constantly pestering me. I unslung my 870 and began to unload it. I placed the shotgun shells that were slugs into my backpack. The filled AA12 drum mags in my inventory were buckshot and the stray shells for my 870 in my backpack were again buckshot. I took out some nonlethal beanbag shells and loaded them into my 870 before pumping it once, making the beautiful sound of a pump action shotgun being chambered. I looked at the pony, who was still asking questions, and aimed it at her.

"What's that? Is that a weapon? Can I see it? What does it do? Is it like your guns? What can it do? Is it good? How effective is it?", she started asking. *BOOM CHK-CHK BOOM CHK-CHK* At this, she was writhing in pain on the ground and there was a deep dark bruise where I shot her. Within thirty feet, getting shot with a bean bag round will cause bruising or even cracking or breaking of the ribs. *SNAP* Where she laid was now empty.

"This is going to be a long day", I said.

Five Minutes Later

I fumbled around with another grenade I was working on. Anything I made or designed would have to be made by hand and carefully, which meant it was a very slow process. 'Damn wide area of affection thermite grenades. Once I finish this, I'm making napalm grenades again.' I clicked the last piece of the grenade in place and set it on the counter. So far, I made twelve napalm grenades, which I nicknamed hug grenades because napalm sticks to you once you get it on you, like how a hug wraps around you. It affected an area of thirty-five feet with a quality grade napalm that would burn for a minute before any flame would die out. I also made twenty-six thermite grenades, which I nicknamed kiss grenades because it was essentially the sister of the previous grenade. It affected an area of ten feet and would burn for about twelve seconds before any thermite would burn out.

This was going to be a long day.

Five Minutes Later

"Thank you. Have a nice day", I said while handing a pony a sword.

Then twelve ponies walked inside and went up to me. They were dressed in white robes, like mine.

"Oh god. If you are here for autographs or anything to do with me as a character in Princess Twilight Sparkle's book. Get out."

"Why? We're part of you fan club", one of them said.

"Then what is my real name?", I asked.

"That's easy, Tran", another one of them said.

"Nope. Wrong answer. Get out."

"You're name isn't Tran!?!"

"Nope. Out." I took out my 870 and pointed it at them. “This is one of my guns. If you have read the books, you know what they do."

"You wouldn't" I would. *CHK-CHK*  They nearly pissed themselves as they ran out of my store.

"Screw this, I'm testing it." I took out a project that the logical Tran started and i finished in the morning."150 of those damn things to make this. Better be worth it."

Five Minutes Later

Five ponies walked into the store and were quickly hit with lightning.

"WHAT THE BUCK!?!?!?", one of them said.

"Stay out of my shop or you will be hit again." The five ponies walked out away from the vicinity of my shop. Then a different stallion walked in, without getting hit with lightning. The stallion walked off into a different section of the store. “Well, now I know it works."

Laid down at the front of the store was a new area denial system. It was basically 150 miniaturized tesla coils connected together with a several small self-contained power sources. Tesla coils takes any power input into it and magnifies it by 400%. The entire system resembled a three hundred foot long two inch wide rope that looked as it was made of shiny grey fibers. Anyone that walks across the thing would be shocked with lightning, just enough to deter, harm them, or incapacitate them, depending on setting. The range would increase depending on size and weight. It would go to a minimum of 500 volts to 5000000 volts. My A.I. decided who to shock and with how much power.

"Hey Tran. Keep up the good work", I said.

Five Minutes Later

I sat on a chair behind the counter I was behind. I took out Yin and Yang and placed them onto the table. I took out the mag and popped the round that was in the chamber. I unloaded the bullets in the mag and placed them in front of me. You could have seen the different between the bullets, one being a deadly hollow point and the other being a spitzer armor piercing round. I went through my backpack and rummaged through it before I took out two jars, one contained a white powder and the other contained a dark silvery powder. I placed the jar onto the table. *SNAP* A shield appeared around the jar and the bullets. I used my magic to lift the bullets and remove the heads. I hollowed out a small portion of the bottom of the bullet before I filled the bottom with a small amount of each of the powders. I placed the bullets back on their basing’s and closed the jars. I dropped the shelf that surrounded it and placed the jars back into my backpack. I loaded the rounds back into the magazines and reloaded Yin and Yang before placing them waist holsters.

Long story short, I made the bullets in each of my pistols into tracer ammunition using a jar of white phosphorous and magnesium. White phosphorous is a white powder that is one of the most unstable explosives in the world. It can explode or burn into flames when exposed to the air, hence the force field. Magnesium is a metal powder that burns at an incredibly high temperature when burned. The bottoms of bullets are filled with one of both of these and are lit when the bullet is fired. Hence, a tracer/incendiary round that is going to light the battlefield up.

"That is going to be fun to use."

Five Minutes Later

I sat behind my counter, fiddling with my M4A1. I took it apart and started to clean it.

Then two royal guards walked into my store. The lights in the store shone on their armor. Both were unicorns.

"Tran, the Crazy Asian, the Cannibal?", one of them asked.

"Yes?", I asked while cleaning the lower receiver of my M4A1.

"The Princess has required you presence."

"Tell them to come here. I'm staying in Ponyville", I replied.

"You will come with us or we will take you by force."

"Go ahead and try. I don't have this Equestrian star on my lanyard for nothing", I said.

"Fine. We have to do this the hard way then", a guard said while lighting up his horn. He shot a spell at me. I took out my katana and blocked the shot. I made a summoned sword, an ethereal sword entirely made of magic, and threw it him. He dodged it and was met by a beta mag thrown to his face. The other stallion tried to shoot me and was met with a backpack to the face. I jumped over the counter and walked to them.

"You lost." I raised my left hand and showed the magic rings. I took two of the evil rings off and slipped them on their horns. The two unicorns turned into different colors as magic was immune to them. One was grey while the other was orange. I tried to lift them up with my magic to test the ring and nothing happened. “Gotta love magic nullifying rings." I picked both of them up and set them down behind the counter before I myself jumped behind the counter.

I took out a mechanical pencil and began writing a letter. Once I finished writing the letter, I held it up. *SNAP*."Wonder when they come here."

In Canterlot, Where Celestia Is

"We must hire more capable servants than these amateurs. They messed up my tea temperature by two degrees. TWO DEGREES!!!", Blueblood said.

Celestia was in day court, being pestered by Blueblood's complaints about how something or someone's services wasn't fit for royalty such as himself. Then out of nowhere, a letter appeared and landed on her head. “What in the?", Celestia said while opening and reading the letter.

Dear Celly,

Really? Two guards. I have beaten more with less. That was one of the idiotic things you have ever thought of. Even more idiotic than most of what Andy says. Take me by force? They are unconscious right next to me. If you told them to do that, you are one of the most stupidest beings known. If it were the guard's idea to take me by force, how do they still remember to breath. It's like waterproof tea bags or inflatable dart boards or chairs made of cacti or a nonrandom Andy or a normal me or a weak Nick or a non-pyromaniac Alex. If you want to talk to me, stop listening to Blueblood's rambles and fly to my store.

Sincerely,

Tran A.K.A. the Crazy Asian A.K.A. the Cannibal

'How'd he know that I was listening to Blueblood's complaints?' Celestia rolled up the letter and teleported the letter into a safe location. “Blueblood, I'm flying to Ponyville." Celestia walked over to a window before she flew out.

Back In Ponyville

"Here's your change. Bye", I said while handing a pony some bits.

Then Celestia walked into my store. “Tran, where are the two guards?", she asked.

I picked them up from where they laid and dropped them onto the ground in front of the counter, waking them up. They saw Celestia and scrambled to get up and bow.

"Tran, why are they shivering?", Celestia asked. The two unicorns were indeed shivering. It was minute but you could see it.

"I'm guessing it has to do with me getting rid of their magic. Why would you guys try to take me by force if there is a book about me and how dangerous I am", I replied.

"Where is our magic?", one of them asked. I jumped over the counter and to the two of them and took the rings off of their horns. At this, both of them stopped shivering. I slipped both rings back on my hand and I felt the magnification of my power lower to normal levels. Both of the unicorns turned white as magic started affecting them again. Their horns lit up and they pointed their horns at me.

"Guards, provoke him anymore and I will court martial the two of you", Celestia said. The two guards visibly blanched despite the fact that they were completely white in their helmet's illusion.

"Now Celestia, what did you need with me?", I asked.

"Do you remember how you said that you were able to train our guards?", she asked.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering when this could happen?"

"We can start today. Bring seven battalions of ponies here and each of us can train one of each any way that we decide. Each battalion that we train could be a different branch of the military like how our military did before they died. Make sure you bring them at 4:30 P.M. and when you do, make sure that they have tents."

"Why don't you come to Canterlot with your friends to train them?", Celestia asked.

"One, my Austin, Alex, and Logan are still blending into society. Two, Ike's, Nick's, and my home are located in Ponyville along with our supplies for out weapons and gear. Three, I hate nobles and I'm pretty sure that Blueblood will be targeted to be killed by about all of us. Four, most of us like Ponyville. Five, the training would be more realistic with the less formal environment. Six, there is no number six. Seven, I hate Canterlot. Seven, the town of Ponyville can benefit from the soldiers living here, it would benefit the economy. Eight, there is a forest nearby we can use for training. Nine, there is a lake nearby we can use for training. Ten, don't doubt me, I'm an Asian."

"Fine. We will meet again soon."

Five Minutes Later

"Yes, yes I can." I autographed a pony's sword after they bought it. I hated giving random autographs away but when you buy something and then asked for an autograph, I didn't mind. The pony walked out of the store, content with what he recently gained.

I picked up my backpack from where I left it from the ground. I started to rummage through it until Austin, Alex, and Logan walked through. “Oi. What are you guys here for?", I asked.

"We were wondering if you could turn us into ponies", Austin said.

"Now you guys want to? It's ten o' clock and now you guys decide to do this? Fine hold still. It might tingle or hurt a bit." *SNAP* My three friends glowed bright white that blinded basically everyone, including me. Soon the white light disappeared and on the ground were three more alicorns.

The alicorn that laid where Logan was, had a dark grey coat and a black and green striped mane with light blue eyes(clcik here to see his OC despite the fact that the OC is a unicorn).

The alicorn that laid where Austin was, had a black coat that was dotted with white blotches(the white blotches represent stars being gazed up at night) with light blue eyes(click here to see his OC despite the fact that the OC is a unicorn).

The alicorn that laid where Alex was a bright orange with a brown mane(he doesn't have an OC that I can show).

The three of the alicorns attempted to stand up on four legs but they fell to the ground. “You’ll get used to being a quadriped", I said.

"This feels really strange", Austin said.

"How do we use magic?", Logan asked.

"Or fly", Alex asked.

"You'll find out. Your magical ability is determined by how your ability to focus on something. Flying, I don't really know so you'll find out eventually."

One Hour Later

My three friends got used to walking on four legs and Logan learned how to use magic quickly. Alex learned how to fly quickly too. When we were alicorns, the seven of us retained our height. Alex was five foot nine inches. Austin was five foot five inches. Logan was five foot seven inches. Andy was five foot six. Ike was five foot eight. Nick was five foot seven. Lastly, I wasn't five foot eleven but six feet tall because I turned into a five foot eleven alicorn without hooves first then gained an inch in height when I forcibly regrew my hooves. The seven of us also retained our human teeth. In pony form, the seven of us regained our normal weight. Ike, Logan, Austin, and Andy had normal body builds. Nick had a heavy build. I had a skinny build. Celestia weighed around 290 pounds(from cake basically) while Luna weighed around 200 pounds(from constantly preparing herself to fight Celestia when she was on the moon). The average normal pony weight between 100 pounds(such as Lyra) to about 350 pounds(such as Big Mac).

"Can you guys leave now? I'm working." 'And I still have to do this for three more hours before I pick up Scootaloo.'

Five Minutes Later

I was in the smithing area of my shop, pounding away at a new kilji, a curved Turkish sword. I dipped the red hot newly formed blade into a sink of water and listened to the blade hiss. The most interesting thing was the fact that I was holding the heated blade in my unprotected hands. “Gotta love demon powers." I carved out a wood handle for the blade and fitted it onto the kilji, making a new weapon. I walked back into the normal area of the store and placed the kilji into a cabinet. I jumped back behind the counter and started surfing through the internet with my glasses.

One Hour Later

I set down a pair of glasses I was making and picked up another pair of glasses. I set down that pair and looked through my backpack. I picked up a pair of extra lens I had for my glasses and started making a spare pair of glasses for myself. Without glasses, I am basically Velma from Scooby Doo except I have guns, explosives, and the powers of a devil.

One Hour Later

I walked out of the store and locked the door to it before I walked through the town in alicorn form. I took flight while flew around the town, looking for anything interesting. Until I found Logan, in human form, in prone position with his McMillan Tac fifty out. I flew stealthily behind him, with the help of my owl feathers, and landed a foot behind him. I took out my Barrett from my inventory and plopped it on the ground next to him. I casted a spell on myself that made my hooves into hands but they still appeared as hooves. Basically, the hands were ethereal."Hey Logan. Whatcha doin?", I asked.

"Testing some ammo and gun mods?", Logan replied.

"What did you do to your gun?", I asked.

"I magically enchanted the barrel and infused magic into the bullets. The scope reaches out more too", he stated.

"What are you aiming at?"

"See that watermelon?"

"No."

"It's five miles out."

"Let me guess, you're using your Nanosuit fused sun glasses", I guessed.

"Eeyup."

"Bet I can make the shot faster than you."

"You have a normal Barrett. There is no way you can make it. I can make it because I am using magic enchanted .50 BMG rounds and a magically enchanted barrel to maximize range and power", Logan said.

"You'll see." I looked at the watermelon six miles out through the scope of my Barrett and sunglasses infused with Nano technology. ‘Distance, 8800 yards. Wind speed, eighteen miles west. Humidity, six percent. Bullets, .50 DT. Rifle, Barrett M82. Corealis effect, none. Bullet spin, nonexistent.' The bullet type was .50 Devil/Demon Trigger. That meant I charged the .50 BMG rounds with my demon power. If I was able to make a .45 ACP round increase sixteen times in power, imagine a .50 BMG. 14000 times 16 equals to 224000 foot pounds of energy. If a .50 BMG round hit a target nearly two miles away, imagine a .50 DT. If it can pierce through an inch of two of steel, imagine a .50 DT. Slowly, I squeezed the trigger. *BOOM* The rifle kicked into my shoulder. Even with demon strength, I felt it. Not to the point of getting visibly moved but just pushed into my shoulder like any medium-heavy caliber rifle kicking into the average person's shoulder. The bullet sped at the watermelon at 12000 feet per second. The bullet reached the target, despite the distance, in less than three seconds. The path of the .50 DT round was traced with a dark line. When the bullet did hit the target, the watermelon didn't only explode, part of the ground did too. Another noticeable thing was the fact that the explosion emitted a glowing black light before it dissipated along with the line that traced the bullet's path. “I told you so." I placed the Barrett back into my inventory.

I took flight and flew off towards town. I checked my watch that somehow managed to stay in pristine condition despite everything I've been through in the month, which meant getting shot, stabbed, blown up, burned, slashed, acid thrown at, punched, kicked, slapped. fallen from a great height, and blasted. I had an hour before I would pick up Scootaloo from school so I went to the school house anyways. I landed about fifty yards away from the building and sat on the ground on my flank waiting for Scootaloo. To pass the time, I started to reread the Odyssey on my glasses. “Gotta love glasses with smart technology."

Soon the bell rang and I saw everyone walk out. I turned myself into the size of a normal pony and made my horn invisible before I walked up to the CMCs, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon. “Come on girls, let’s go."

"Who are you?", Silver Spoon asked.

"Looks like some super fan pony", Diamond Tiara.

"Surely, you guys remember me? Tran?", I asked.

"He's some random obsessed fanpony that's going coo coo."

*SNAP* I turned myself back into my alicorn size and made my horn visible and looked at them. “I think I'm Tran and not an obsessed fan." Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's eyes widened while the CMCs started giggling. “Before you ask, my friends and I did not die, we were sent to different dimensions by the Nightmare. We also brought three more of our friends back so that makes seven of us.

"How did you know?", Silver Spoon asked.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING!!!", I yelled. When you are a pony, you have incredible hearing because you ears are about the same radius as baseballs. “Come on, hop on my back and let’s go!" I lied down and the five of them jumped onto my back and held on. I took flight with the five of them on my back while I looked for Rainbow Dash. Soon I found her flying above the Everfree Forest, attempting to buck some clouds. “HI Dashie."

"Tran? What are you here for?", Rainbow Dash asked.

"Well, remember how I was training you guys before we disappeared?", I replied.

"Tran, I'm working. These Everfree clouds are harder to get rid of than normal clouds."

"Fine." I hovered in the air while I took out Yin and Yang. I fired a round into the current cloud she was bucking and it exploded in water. I started to shoot the other clouds, all of them exploding like water balloons. That was until I shot a thundercloud. It exploded all right except it didn't spew out water, it spewed out lightning in all directions. I quickly raised a shield to protect Rainbow Dash and the five fillies on my back. The shield I raised was hit by enough lightning to start cracking it slightly. Once the lightning stopped, I lowered the shield and looked around. “Well that was close."

Rainbow Dash's mouth was wide open until she said, “THAT WAS AWESOME!!! I didn't know storm clouds did that!"

"Come on Dashie, let’s start training again." The two of us flew to an open field that was outside of Ponyville. The five fillies jumped off of my back. I turned myself back into a human. I started to take my multiple jackets off. During the adventure I had through the dimensions I traveled through after I was blasted by the Nightmare, I lost most of what I usually wore. I still wore my assassin's robe, which have been repaired hundreds of times from due to injuries I have received, my vest to match my robe, my BDU, my black polo, and my BDU pants. My black pants, fleece jacket, and brown pants were long destroyed. My chain maille shirt and IOTV vest were in my backpack if I ever needed them again. Once I finished taking off anything I wanted to take off, I was left wearing my black pants and black polo along with my weapons that I had on me.

"I still can't get used to you not wearing all of that", Rainbow Dash said while she was poking my mound of clothes that I placed on the ground. I began to take off any weapon that I wore, which was my tomahawk, Yin and Yang, Beowolf, Cerebus, and my tactical throwing knife holster.

"You guys ready?", I asked while stretching out my muscles. What most people don't know is that when you wear multiple layers of clothing at the same time for a long period of time, less blood flows to some of your muscles and parts of your body, depending on how much clothing you wear or how constricting it is. This means that whenever you take off nearly every single layer of the clothes, blood rushes to the parts of your body that was constricted and you get a long rush of soreness for a long long long time.

From there I continued where I left off before my friends and I were blasted by the Nightmare and sent to another dimension. Applebloom was easily the best fighter because she had the strength. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were tied for second best because the two of them had strength from being an earth pony but not nearly as much as Applebloom because of her farm life. Sweetie Belle was the third best fighter because she learned incredibly fast because she was a unicorn. By now, she was able to use magic but I didn't allow her to use it while fighting. Scootaloo was second worst because she didn't have anything going for her, being a pegasus not able to use her wings. Rainbow Dash was easily the worst fighter, despite being the oldest, strongest, and fastest. This was due to the fact that she had a tendency to rush things. She always tried to do things the easy and quick way which didn't and shouldn't ever exist in what I was teaching them. That was incredibly embarrassing because she was able to be defeated in a fight by children which was also one of the funniest things ever, watching Rainbow Dash, a fully grown 130+ pound pony, get beaten in a fight with Applebloom, a sixty pound child.

The fillies were compared to normal fillies while Rainbow was compared to normal ponies. Applebloom had a high strength and endurance while her speed was really pretty low. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had a medium high strength and endurance while their speed was low. Sweetie Belle had a normal strength, endurance, and speed. Scootaloo had high speed, normal endurance, and low strength. Rainbow Dash had a high endurance, high speed, and a normal strength.

While the seven of us were practicing, hundreds of wagons were seen coming to Ponyville. “Well girls, lessons over for today. I have to talk to possibly Celestia or Luna or Shining Armor or Cadance or Twilight." I reclothed myself with what I took off and regeared myself up.

*SNAP* I was once again in my full alicorn form. I took flight and flew towards where the wagons were located. I landed about a mile away and turned myself back into my human form. I started walking towards where the convoy of wagons went in silence. Until, I heard the buzzing of motorcycles. I turned around and saw my six friends driving their respective vehicles towards me at high speeds.

My radio buzzed to life and I heard Alex over the radio. “I BET I CAN MAKE IT THEIR FIRST!!! FIFTY BITS ON ME!!"

"COUNT ME IN!!!", Logan yelled.

"ME TWO!", Andy said.

"THREE!", Ike said.

"We'll see after I win", Nick said.

"I have the fastest bike. Count me in!", Austin said.

"No. The Asian's winning", I said.

"YOU DON'T HAVE A CYCLE!!", Logan yelled.

"NO TELEPORTING!!", Andy yelled.

"Still gonna win. I'll just run."

"HAH! GOOD LUCK!"

Hmmmm. What is faster? Automobiles that go about 200-300 miles per hour or an Asian that can run at Mach six A.K.A. about twenty-two times faster than them?

I ran with full demon speed at where the camp was located. Everyone knew that I was coming at a high speed because I broke the sound barrier. In about three fourths of a second, I stopped in front of a certain surprised blue maned, white coated captain of the royal guard. “HI Shiny."

"TRAN!?!? Where did you come from?!?"

"Somewhere. Now hold on. I'm having a minor heart attack", I said while grabbing my chest.

"WHAT?!?!? WE HAVE TO GET YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!!!"

"Shiny, shut up. I'm fine. That won't kill me. Something holy or enchanted can kill me. Now, are these the troops we are training?"

Then my five friends finally made it here with Alex in the front.

"TRAN!?!?!? HOW DID YOU WIN!?!?!?", Alex yelled.

"I can run at Mach six. What do you think?", I replied.

"Are demons that fast?", Austin asked.

"Yes. Vergil has been shot at and he has reacted fast enough to catch the bullets on his sword. Dante has been shot at and reacted fast enough to perfectly slice the bullets in half. Now let’s see the troops we're training."

"Turn around", Shining Armor said. And so we did. The troops were setting up tents and what looked like large Quonset huts.

"How didn't we notice that?", Andy asked.

"I don't know. Okay. Each of us gets our own contingent of troops to train. However you want to train them is how you train them. Just don't do anything stupid guys. How are you guys going to train them?", I asked.

The seven of us started discussing how we were going to train them. Since each of us had our specialties during the zombie apocalypse, we were going to train each of the troops with our specialties.

Andy was a scout in the zombie apocalypse and was limited to short range combat so he decided to train an Equestrian version of a mix between the Marine Scouts of the United States Marine Corps and the United States Air Force. He was strictly training pegasi because of their wings and speed. Let’s hope he is actually somewhat serious about this. His troops were to be lightly armored for speed and mobility and using easily carried light weapons able to be drawn and fired quickly. His troops used the ranks of the Air Force.

Nick was a heavy hitter during the zombie apocalypse and was limited to a short to medium range so he decided to train the Equestrian version of the United States Marine Corps. He was strictly training earth ponies due to their strength and endurance. His troops were to be heavily armored so they can be protected in direct open combat and using heavy weapons able to be fired quickly, give suppressive fire, and or pack a lot of power. His troops used the ranks of the Marine Corps

Ike was a supportive unit during the zombie apocalypse and was limited to nearly all ranges that were visible without a telescopic device so he decided to be training the Equestrian version of the United States Army. He was using all three pony races because his troops didn't need any specialties. His troops were moderately armored so his troops can suppress enemies from a medium distance and not get heavily injured and moderate weapons for suppressive fire. His troops used the ranks of the Army.

Austin was a supportive medical unit during the zombie apocalypse and was extremely limited in combat but was able to perform medical support so he decided to train the Equestria version of the Navy Corpsmen. He was strictly training unicorns because of their magic. His troops were moderately armored so his troops can perform medical operations in combat and lightly armed because his troops were mainly focused on medical support. His troops used the ranks of the Navy.

Logan was a supportive long range unit during the zombie apocalypse and was limited to mainly long range combat so he decided to train the Equestrian version of the United States Army Snipers. He was strictly training unicorns because unicorns were actually smarter and learned faster than other races. His troops were lightly armored because his troops were away from an open fight and were specifically armed for long range combat. His troops used the ranks of the Army.

Alex was strictly a close quarter combat unit during the zombie apocalypse and was strictly limited to close quarters combat so he decided to train the Equestrian version of a close quarters United States Army Rangers. He was training all three races because his units didn't need any specialties. His troops were moderately armored because his troops were going to be used in close quarters combat and were armed for close quarters combat. His troops used the ranks of the Army.

I was what people would call a Jack of all trades during the zombie apocalypse and I was limited to nearly all forms of combat except for heavy weapons so I decided to train the Equestrian version of the United States Navy Seals. I was training all three races because my troops didn't need any specialties. My troops were moderately armored for most forms of combat and moderately armed for nearly all forms of combat. My troops used the ranks of the Navy.

The seven of us were going to give these Royal Guard troops a living hell with our special training, maybe literally in Alex's case.