"We kinda need some fucking help!" Nick yelled out. A door was broken down and several lightly armored griffons started to flood in. "SHIT!" Nick immediately open fired with both hand cannons. He quickly ran out as he only had eleven rounds to fire, so Logan and I had to finish them off. Logan had used his UMP and I used Yin and Yang.

"Holy hell!" Twilight yelled out. Twilight, are you catching onto my friend's habits?

"What's the sit rep?" Logan asked.

"Fucking griffons, that's what. It looks like they teamed up with hippogriffs" Nick replied. Hippogriffs? Those half equine, half eagle hybrids? "They managed to take down the shield. Probably someone on the inside." Now we have to deal with collaborators. Of course.

"So they sent a coalition force to take us?" I asked.

"Yeah and they chose a good time to do it! We brought only our sidearms and they have tanks" Nick replied. "And I just ran out of fucking ammo!" Nick holstered both of his revolvers on waist holsters.

Logan checked inside his messenger bag. "I only have a few mags left" Logan said.

"You used up that much ammo in that universe?!?" I asked.

"Yeah" Logan replied. I face palmed.

"I got a few new guns from that universe we went to. It turned out its a modern, human version of Equestria" I said. "I have a few toys for you." I pulled out a piece of gum and popped it into my mouth. "Logan, get the others. I have weapons for them to use!"

Logan nodded. He pulled the charging handle on his UMP. "Roger" he said. "Heeeeeere's Logan!"

"Where's my friends?" Twilight asked.

"They're holed up in the throne room with Cadance and Shining armor is commanding his Crystal Army" Nick replied.

I pulled out the ten gauge 1887 and a box of shells before tossing it to Nick. "You're very own shotgun, Nick." I pulled out a few boxes from my backpack. "Hold my position while I build something, Nick."

"Build what?" Nick asked.

"You'll see." I opened the boxes and started dumping their contents onto the ground.

"What is that?" Nick asked.

"You're new gun" I said, picking up several parts. Another explosion rocked the castle.

Meanwhile, in Another Room

Ike fired at a few rounds at three griffons that had snuck into the castle. he had decided to shoot at them with his M29. The large caliber .44 magnum rounds were quick to kill the griffons. Unfortunately, when he killed the second griffon, he found his .44 revolver empty. This gave the third griffon enough time for him to aim his rifle. However, he was not able to fire as Ike charged his vigor and sent in a murder of crows to kill him. The small swarm of crows were quick to attack the griffon, shredding his light armor and his flesh. Within seconds, the griffon died from the small, yet plentiful amount of shallow wounds. The crows quickly flew away before disappearing.

He popped out the cylinder in his S&W M29 and loaded six fresh rounds, his last one. Since it was a simple trip to the Crystal Empire, he only had his M29 .44 revolver, Nevan, and his double barrel shotgun with the two rounds it was already loaded into it and an extra two 4 inch shells. He looked over to his friend, Alex, who paired with him.

The griffons had invaded the Crystal Empire, earlier in the morning. It was currently late in the middle of the night. Though it still was bright outside due to the unique enchantments of the Crystal Empire. Throughout the entire empire, a short ranged, suburban battle raged. Citizens hit in their homes or ran away from the invading griffons. The Crystal Army battle the griffon army. It was a somewhat unfair battle to the Crystal Army because the griffons had their unique revolving rifles but their battle prowess balanced the odds. The six humans, minus Tran, were currently holed up in the castle, protecting the Mane Six and Cadance. They were only armed with their sidearms and some other weapons because originally, the trip to the Crystal Empire was a simple leisure trip to watch the Equestrian Games.

"Well, fuck! I'm down to maybe six rounds" Ike said.

"Shit" Alex said. He was armed with only one of his Desert Eagles, his Walther P88, and his unique fire sword. His other Desert Eagle was temporarily given to Austin as he did not have a weapon. He ejected the mag to his Desert Eagle and found that it only had four rounds left. "Four rounds left in the Deagle." He checked the load on his Walther P88. "Nine rounds left for the other."

The two heard shouts of orders coming from one hallway. When they looked down the offending hallway, they saw a group of griffons coming their way. Before they could react, several grenades came out from behind them and into the hallway the griffons were in. The grenades soon detonated, leaving only red stains. When the two looked behind them, they saw their friend, Logan.

"Logan, are we glad to see you!" Alex said.

"No time. Go to Tran!" Logan said. He started running off. "He's near the entrance" Logan said before going out of hearing range.

"Weapons?" Alex asked.

"It's Tran. Most likely" Ike said. Gunshots came from the direction Logan ran off too. "Let's go!"

-X-X-X-

I fire AA12 at some incoming griffons. Nick had to reload his 1887 so I had to cover for him. "Switch!" I started to reload my AA12.

"What are you making?" Nick said. He racked the lever to his 1887 and fired at the last griffon in the room.

"Something" I replied. I saw that Nick was trying to get a glimpse of what I was building. "NO PEEKING!!!" He turned his head back.

"Tran, out of ammo!" Nick said. I fished out a box of 10 gauge shells from my backpack and threw it to him. "Thanks!"

I continued on with the build. "Finished!" I held the gun up.

Nick looked back to me. "Is that a fucking minigun?" On his face was probably the biggest smile I have ever seen. When he asked that question, he was all giddy and happy.

"Eeyup" I replied. In my hands was a General Electric M134D minigun with six barrels. It had a chainsaw grip and a drum that was fixed  underneath the electric drive, similar to Heavy's minigun from Team Fortress 2. "I fixed the rate of fire to 3000 rounds a minute and it has an internal drum that is loaded with 1000 rounds."

"So how is it reloaded?" Nick asked.

"I put an enchantment on it. Upon running out of ammo, it immediately starts teleporting the ammo directly into the drum. The whole process takes twenty seconds so don't think you have unlimited ammo. However, the ammo it teleports must be within a close vicinity and it must be normal ammunition that has been belted. If it doesn't meet those requirements, it doesn't teleport the ammo."

"Do you have a lot of ammo?" Nick asked.

I picked up my backpack, turned it upside down and started dumping. Three crates of ammunition fell out. "That's about 27000 rounds of ammo. I won't be surprised if its all gone. Also, there's another enchantment on it" I said.

"What?" Nick asked.

"It's a railgun minigun. There's enchantments on the barrel that sends the bullets flying with over nine times the power than normal rounds" I replied.

Nick's jaw dropped. "GIMME!!" Nick practically lunged for the minigun. I let him take it. Obviously very happy with the new weapon, he started hugging it. "They. Will. Die." Nick started to run off into a hallway.

"Wait!" I said.

"What?!?" Nick said. "Gun needs shooting!" I pulled out another large gun case from my backpack. Nick just stared at my backpack. "How the hell does your back pack work?"

"A way. That's how" I replied. I opened it up and pulled out a rifle.

It was a Barrett M82a2CQ. What is a Barrett M82a2CQ? It's basically a different variant of my Barrett .50 cal, Barrett M82a3, except this one was in a bull pup form. When a firearm is bull pup, it means that the trigger is in front of the magazine in the gun. This format in a gun makes it lighter, shorter, smaller, and more maneuverable for the cost of having a smaller barrel, less power, a louder gunshot, and a larger muzzle flash. The rifle I handed to Nick was a CQ model, meaning the barrel was nine inches shorter than the normal model so this had even less power, louder gunshots, and larger muzzle flashes. Despite being slightly handicapped, it still held eight time the power of a normal fifty caliber as opposed to Logan or my sniper rifle's power of nine times that of a fifty caliber. This one was also outfitted with iron sights instead of a scope.

"Shoulder fired cannon. Fifty caliber rail gun. Eight times the power of a normal fifty cal. All yours." Nick almost squealed. I could see that he wanted to but he didn't. He just simply grabbed the rifle and slung it over his shoulder. "Now hand me your little hand cannons." Nick took off the dual waist holsters and tossed to to me. He grabbed some extra ammunition and left.

Nick's hand cannons were both .500 S&Ws. I unloaded both revolvers and left the bullets on the ground. I removed the barrels from both revolvers and added the necessary parts needed to turn the barrels into rail gun barrels.  I reloaded both rounds and took aim. If my calculations were correct, they should send out bullets with double the power of a fifty cal. I put on Nick's dual holster on my waist. It fell down. I seemed to have forgotten that Nick is three times my size. I shortened the belt and put it back on. Then I reholstered both revolvers.

I pulled out Yin and Yang and some more parts from my backpack. I took Yin and Yang apart and started taking out parts but more specifically, the recoil spring, the barrel, the compensator, the recoil plug, and the spring guide for you gun nuts out there. I added in the new parts I took out before reassembling the gun. I unloaded the .45 ACP from the single stack magazines and reloaded them with .460 Rowland. What I basically did to Yin and Yang was that I converted them from .45 ACP to .460 Rowland. .45 ACP and .460 are nearly the same rounds except .460 Rowland holds 2.5 times the power of a .45 ACP. Yin was now loaded with match grade .460 Rowland armor piercing ammo and Yang was loaded with .460 Rowland Black Talons. Now think. Now, Yin and Yang are extreme overkill, especially now that they have three times the power of a .50 BMG, especially when they're overcharged with my demon powers and the rail gun attachment.

A few griffons peaked their heads from a hallway. I took aim with Yin and Yang and fired. 'For the love of God, that's loud!' They were quickly blown to bits by the overcharged rounds. The plate armour they wore didn't pose any problem for the .460 Rowland rounds to penetrate.

"Bloody 'ell" I said. I started at Yin and Yang in my hands.  On the wall where the griffons stood in front of was on the verge of collapsing due to the power of the overcharged .460 Rowlands. "That's a solid stone wall" I said to myself.

Then I heard foot steps. Human footsteps. Most likely my friends. Ike and Alex ran into the room.

"Hey Tran, Logan told us to go to you" Ike said.

"Yeah. I have some new weapons for the lot of you guys" I said. I reached into my backpack and pulled out four gun cases. I handed Alex his Saiga 12k with a small bag of extra ten round magazines.

"An assault rifle?" Alex said.

*Face Palm* "It's a damn shotgun!" I said. "Daft idiot." I opened another case and pulled out another shotgun. This one was a Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun. The Benelli M4 is an American semiautomatic shotgun known for being the most durable, fastest shooting, and reliable semiautomatic shotgun in the world, capable of firing tens of thousands of rounds without being cleaned and capable of reaching the fire rate of automatic shotguns despite being semiautomatic. I tossed the shotgun to Ike. "Benelli M4 shotgun."

Ike caught the shotgun and pulled the charging handle to it. "Sweet." He aimed it into the air.

I took out a few boxes of shells and tossed it to Ike. I opened the case and pulled out an assault rifle. It was an IMI Galil. The IMI Galil is simply an Israeli 5.56 assault rifle based on the AK47. I took out a bag of 50 round magazines. I tossed both to Alex. "Before you say anything stupid, its an assault rifle from Israel. It's chambered in 5.56 and it is loaded with 50 round magazines" I said. "It has a rail gun barrel. Yes, I said rail gun. The rail gun barrel gives the assault rifle the power of a fifty cal."

Alex smiled and pulled the charging handle on the Galil. "Ooo, I'm going to have some fun with this" Alex said.

I pulled out another case and opened it up. I pulled out an M1928 Thompson "Tommy Gun" submachine gun. Most of you readers know what a Tommy Gun is but if you don't, the Tommy Gun is a unique submachine gun from the 1920s chambered in .45 ACP and is most famously known for being the gun used by gang members during prohibition. This one was loaded with 100 round magazines and again, it had a rail gun barrel. I pulled out some extra drum magazines and tossed it to Ike. "You know what it is" I said, smiling. "It also has the same rail gun attachment as Alex's except yours hold only a fifth the power of a fifty cal cause this one is chambered in a pistol cartridge. The rate of fire is fixed at 1000 rounds a minute." I closed my backpack and placed it back on my back.

Ike shouldered the Tommy Gun. "I'm going to have some fun" Ike said.

"Hold on Ike" I said. "Alex, you can go."

Alex pulled the charging handle on his Galil again. "Thanks Tran" Alex said. He ran off.

"Hand me your S&W 29, Ike" I said. He handed me the .44 revolver. I took off the barrel and attached a new barrel that I got from my barrel. I pulled out the Taurus Raging Bull, S&W 629, and Ruger Red Hawk .44 magnums. I loaded the .44 magnums with bullets that I pulled from my backpack. "I loaded them with double overpressured .44 magnum rounds. All four of them now have the same rail gun attachments as your Tommy Gun so they each pack the power of a fifty caliber rifle round." I pulled out a dual shoulder holster and a dual waist holster. I held out both the revolvers and holsters to Ike.

He took the holsters and put them on before holstering all four revolvers. "Thanks Tran" Ike said. He took up his Tommy Gun and ran off.

I pulled out my M4a1 and loaded it. "I love my job" I said while chambering a round. I slung it over my shoulder to pick up Yin and Yang. I holstered both pistols on my back on my hidden holster. I ran off.

Meanwhile On the Streets of the Crystal Empire

Andy ducked behind a broken wall as Griffons shot at him. This was probably the eighth time that he had done that this hour. At the current moment, he was unarmored, unaugmented from his badges, and armed with only a rifle he had stolen from a griffon along with his two M9s. He had an extra two mags if he needed to reload and he had yet to fire both pistols as he knew that he would have to conserve ammunition.

*CLICK* It was the sound of the griffon's guns running out of ammo. Knowing that he had a few seconds to act, Andy ducked out of cover and took aim. Three griffons were wide open on the flat street. Smiling, Andy fired. The first two griffons were downed with six rounds, four of them hitting. *CLICK* His borrowed revolving rifle ran out of ammo. To make matters worse, the third griffon finished reloading. Taking aim, the griffon shouldered his rifle. However, the griffon wasn't able to fire as Andy had thrown his dagger at the griffon. The thrown dagger soared through the air and planted itself in the griffon's left eye.

Picking up one of their dropped rifles, Andy reloaded before he took aim at two griffons that were flying overhead. Andy fired six times and downed one griffon with three rounds. The second griffon went down in the next shot. Reloading, Andy took a breather.

This surprising some of you readers? Well it shouldn't. Andy is Tran's brother and he lived with Tran during his entire life. Andy was bound to learn something. When the zombie apocalypse ended, Andy already knew how to throw knives with some skill, shoot with decent skill, and other things like aiming ahead of a moving target. More importantly, Andy knew how to strategize like Tran except on a smaller scale. He is able to give his brother a hard time in chess. Andy also knew that he had to be careful in this situation. He was armored and unlike his augmented friends, if he got shot, he might not be able to recover. However, he did have a few extra life shrooms if he was killed.

Andy started walking down the street he was on, revolving rifle in hand. Early on in the invasion, he killed a griffon with a shard of glass and stolen it from him. Ever since, he kept on using it, wanting to save his M9s for other things. "When is my brother getting back with my third M9?" Andy said to himself. He took out a Snickers and started to eat it. "Mmm. Candy. Wait, why am I monologuing?" He stared up at the sky for a few seconds. 'Someone is watching my very actions and listening to my thoughts' Andy thought. 'Somewhere.'

He reared a corner and stared down at twelve griffons less than four feet away from him. "Oh fuck" Andy said. Both Andy and the platoon of griffons were surprised. Andy reacted first. He took aim with the revolving rifle and expended all six rounds within half a second, downing three. Knowing that he wouldn't have any time to reload to do anything else, he pulled out both M9s and started firing. Firing quickly with both pistols, he expended all of the ammo he had in his pistols. All but two griffons remained. One was shot in the right arm and the other was unscathed. Andy threw his dagger at the unscathed one, hitting him in the forehead.

Seeing the opening, the injured one charged at Andy, flapping his wings to gain some momentum. The griffon hit Andy directly in the chest. Andy grunted in pain. Andy was immediately knocked down to the ground. The griffon pulled out a sword with his left hand and smiled.

"Nice try" the griffon said. "It looks like its over for you." The griffon raised the sword up into the air. He was still holding the sword up in the air. What is he doing? The griffon fell over, revealing a throwing knife embedded in the back of his head. Andy pulled out the throwing knife and examined it. It had an elegant letter T stylized and engraved on both sides of the blade. Looking up, Andy saw his brother.

"Hallo" Tran said.

First Person Point of View

"Hallo" I said.

"Where's my M9?" Andy asked. He handed me my throwing knife.

I smirked. I took the backpack off of my back and dug through it. After a few seconds, I fished out the pistol. "Let me see your other M9s, Andy" I said. I handed Andy the one I was holding and he handed me his two empty pistols. I took off the slides to his M9 and replaced them with rail gun modded slides. "It's a rail gun attachment. They deliver nine times the power with them" I said.

Andy smiled. "Got any ammo?" Andy asked. I fished through my backpack and pulled out a bag of extra magazines. I tossed the bag to him. "Thanks." I started fishing through my backpack again. "What are you doing now?"

I pulled out a rifle. It had a wood exterior and displayed heavy use and age. "Andy, this is an M1 Garand. I want you to respect this rifle. It was made in 1937 and has been used in World War Two and the Korean War by US Marines." I gave the rifle a pat and then pulled backed the charging handle. I pulled out an En Bloc clip and loaded the treasure. "I enchanted the barrel to electromagnetically charged propel the bullets that are fired from this. Other than that, everything is original. Andy, I don't want to see you ruin this rifle. If you do, you won't live to see the End. Otherwise, it's a standard M1 Garand. It holds eight rounds, it's chambered in .30-06, and the enchantment holds double the power of a fifty caliber rifle." I'm not going to explain what the M1 Garand is. If you don't know what it is, I'm hunting you down!

"What do you mean the end?" Andy asked.

"The end of this story" I replied.

Andy grabbed the rifle and brushed it over. He smiled before saying "Got any clips?" Oh god. I know he's going to capitalize on Logan and my gun nuttiness with clips vs mags. I pulled out a mag of clips filled with .30-06 rounds and handed it to him.

He started to run off but I interrupted him by running in front of him. I took off my assassin's robe. "You're going to need this more than me" I said. He took the robe and donned it, putting up the hood. Now he ran off.

I fiddled with my throwing knife that Andy retrieved for me. They're simple weapons. Simple, yet effective. I remembered the day I got them. My father bought them for my twelfth birthday. A father giving his twelve year old sun a set of three high quality, tactical throwing knives. I put the throwing knife with the other two in their custom knife holster hidden next to the holster holding Yin and Yang.

I started walking when two hippogriffs landed in front of me, one wielding a zweihander and the other, a shashka. Instead of gunning them down, I bowed down before unsheathing the Sparda. The two hippogriffs bowed back. I unsheathed the Sparda and got into a kendo stance.

"I see that at least one of your kind fights honorably" the hippogriff with the shashka said. The other griffon charged forward. I kept on holding my pose. Right when the hippogriff was in front of me, I acted. He slashed  and I dodged. I swung my blade a him and the side of the blade made contact with his head. Dazed from the hit, I punched him in the jaw before cutting him in half. I looked back up to the other griffon and noticed that he had already charged at me. Before he could close the distance, I dashed forward with the help of my demon speed and cut off his hands/talons. He started screaming in pain so I decapitated him.

I sheathed the Sparda and unslung my M4a1. I looked up and saw a large squadron composed of hippogriffs and griffons, all lightly armored. Smiling, I raised my M4a1 and fired the underbarrel M203. The 40mm grenade hit the leading flier, a hippogriff, and detonated, taking out half of the squadron. Looking for the source of the grenade, they found me and started diving towards me so I started firing with the M4a1. The magnetically charged and propelled 5.56 did quick work on their bodies. Within a matter of seconds, the remains of their squadron were simply body parts raining onto the streets of the Crystal Empire. I reloaded the M203 and continued on.

Out of nowhere, a bullet tore through my unarmored chest. The primitive round was slow and rather bulky yet it was effective. Very effective indeed. I fell to the ground, bleeding. I didn't move, hoping whoever shot me would think that I was killed. A few seconds later, a griffon landed near my body. His face seemed to light up with glee, knowing that he had shot me, Tran. He reached down to grab my M4a1 but before he could, I grabbed his hand. Smiling, I pulled out Nick's .500 S&W and flew off his arm from the shoulder joint. He started screaming so I aimed the hand cannon at his left wing and fired. The round blew off the feathery appendage and grazed his rear, tearing a chunk out of it to further add to his injuries. His screams grew louder but was stopped when his head was blown off from the charged .500 S&W round that was fired at his head.

I reloaded the hand cannon with some loose rounds before holstering it. I picked up my M4a1 and looked at my wounds. The bullet further aggravated the internal damage that I gained from that humanized Equestria universe. It had entered my body on the upper portion of my left side and exited out from the lower portion of my right side. In addition to my previous injuries, I now had two lungs that could barely function. Great.

I bandaged the entry wound and exit wound before I started walking off. I unslung my M4a1 and chambered a round. I knew there was already a round chambered but it was a force of habit. I started taking pot shots at random griffons and hippogriffs that were in the air.

I heard something that made me unsure. It was the sound of an engine. To make matters worse, it was the sound of an outdated sounding engine. I knew a lot of about cars/motorcycles and this engine sounded a lot like very early cars except on a larger, more powerful scale. I slung my M4a1 over my shoulder before I climbed up a nearby, somewhat intact building to get a glimpse of the source. Once I made it to the top of the building, I found the source of the engine noise. Down in the streets, a few hundred yards away from me, was a prime example of a griffon tank. Shining Armor had given me information about them before but seeing one in person really gave me the best info about them. The tank resembled a mix between the WWI Mark I British piece of crap tank and the German A7V German tank. However, this tank was bigger. A LOT bigger. It was roughly the size of a small house! The tank had a general boxy shape of the A7V with treads similar to to the Mark I. On both sides of the tank were swiveling cannons that looked like two pounders. On the front of the tank, on it's own rotating turret, was a large fifteen pound cannon. I suspected that all of these cannons were breach loading as they all looked like they were fixed on their swiveling turrets. On the back of the tank looked like a troop loading gate. On several spots around the tank were several gun ports. I noticed that they were positioned on areas that covered the tank's blind spots. Even from this distance, I could hear how powerful the engine was. It's method of movement were tracks that were positioned like the Mark 1.

I loaded ahead and noticed the tank was advanced upon the remains of a destroyed building. When I zoomed up with my glasses, I noticed that Austin was hiding behind the rubble. Oh dear.

I unslung my M4a1 and fired the M203 at the tank. The 40MM flew true and impacted the tank on the front. The explosion from the armor piercing grenade disappeared, revealing the tank... in perfect condition. "What?" I took out my RPG-7 and fired a standard warhead at the tank. The warhead took a direct hit on the side of the tank, covering the war vehicle in a cloud of dust. When it cleared, the tank had a large hole in it. The hole revealed another armored hull in the side of the tank that was heavily dented and charred. "What the 'ell?!? Who makes a dual hull vehicle?!?" I yelled out. One of the tank's side guns turned, pointing towards me. It fired. My reflexes sped up and I pulled out the Sparda. In slow motion, I noticed that the projectile had rifling marks and that it had the general shape of a modern ballistic projectile instead of a cannon ball. Before the shell could hit me, I sliced the shell in half. Each half of the round went around me, flying off into the space behind me.

I reloaded my RPG-7 with a nuclear warhead and fired again. The nuclear explosive hit the tank, completely obliterating it. The explosion left a crater where the tank once stood and a charred ring around the crater. I jumped down from the building and rolled, to soften the landing. I got back up and quietly walked over to where Austin was hiding,

"Hello" I said, once I was behind him.

"Holy shit!" Austin said, obviously surprised. "What the fuck?"

"Nice to meet you to" I said. In his hands was a Desert Eagle with the slide locked back. "I guess that's Alex's" I said while pointing at the empty hand cannon. I dug through my backpack and pulled out the Ithaca M37 along with a few boxes of shells. "Here."

Austin took the shotgun in his hands. "Still can't believe believe Equestria isn't a peaceful haven like I thought it was" Austin said, racking the pump of the shotgun.

"Si vis pacem, para bellum" I said.

"What?" Austin asked. "Tran, I can't deal with this foreign nonsense."

"If you want peace, prepare for war" I unslung my M4a1 and started to walk off. I stopped when I heard whistling. It sounded like... oh dear. I ducked behind destroyed wall just in time for a shell to land where I was once standing. "The whistle of artillery." I looked to my left and looked at Austin. "Just our luck, right?"

"Yeah" Austin replied. Another shell was fired. It hit the wall we were hiding behind and demolished part of it.

"Damn." I ducked from my cover and fired a few rounds at the treads. The rounds did nothing as they seemed to stop in the air directly in front of the tank. "Magic?" I snapped my fingers and reverted to my demon form. I peeked from my cover and saw a small field of magic surrounding the tank. "Where did they get magic?" I unsheathed the Sparda and dashed towards the tank. It seemed like one of the gunners were trying to shoot me as the front turret fired at me. I simply dodged the round and then closed the distance between us. I slashed with the Sparda and watched as a quarter of the left side of the tank fell down with a clean slice. With the left portion of the tank gone, the crew of the tank was now exposed. The crew glanced at me holding my sword before started scrambling around inside the tank.

I smiled before pulling out a few HUG napalm grenades. I primed the grenades before tossing them inside of the tank's cabin. They detonated, bathing the inside of the cabin with my special brand of napalm. From where I was standing, I listening to their screams of pain. Oh how the screams were so entertaining. Their cries of agony were quick to die down and the air was once again filled with gunshots and explosions.

I walked back to Austin. "Do you know if there are any more tanks?" I asked.

"The griffons sent an invasion force. They brought about twenty of those damn things" Austin replied. "Counting the two you just destroyed, a total of two has destroyed."

Hundreds of those damn things?!? I only had three nuclear warheads left! I looked down the street I was on to check for more tanks. Wait, the street. Around the Crystal Empire are several streets that were approximately forty yards wide and thousands of yards in length.

"Tran, what are you thinking of?" Austin asked.

"Hold this for me." I tossed him my M4a1.

"What are you going to do?" Austin asked.

"Something very Tran like" I replied.

-X-X-X-

The buzz of Nick's new minigun filled the air. He was currently holed up in the castle with Logan, Ike, Alex, and sixteen Crystal Guards. The griffons they were holding back were managing to advance upon them. Just by himself, Nick was defending one section of the building.

"They breached the south wall!" a Crystal unicorn guard yelled out. He levitated two revolving rifles. He fired both simultaneously at the advancing enemy.

"Got it!" Ike said. He, along with three other guards, rushed over in containing the breach. The griffons had blown a large hole in the wall using who knows what and were flooding in. "Fuck you!" Ike raised his Tommy Gun and open fired. The magnetically charged.45 ACP rounds, spat at 1000 rounds a minute, mowed down the griffons with ease. *CLICK* Ike looked down at his empty Tommy Gun before reaching for another drum mag. His hand found nothing. "Son of bitch! I'm out of ammo!" Ike dropped his Tommy Gun and drew his M1014. Ike made effective use of the seven shells loaded inside the shotgun but seven shells were seven shells. Dropping his shotgun, he drew his S&W 29 and his Raging Bull.

Just in time to help, Alex ran over to help. He raised his Galil and open fired. His assault rifle was quick to mow down the invading griffons. However, the 50 round magazine ran out after a few seconds of continuous fire. "Shit" Alex said.

"Duck!" Nick said. Alex, Ike, and the guards helping them dropped to the ground while Nick turned around, his minigun still firing. Nick directed his fire to the griffons coming in through the breach. The ungodly high rate of fire from the minigun were quick to mow down them down. Nick ran back over to the section he was previously at and found that it already had several griffons coming at them. "Fuck!" Nick's minigun roared to life again but after a few seconds of continuous fire, it clicked empty. Nick dropped the minigun (Logan winced from the very expensive piece of war being dropped) and tried to reach for 1887.

However, the griffons had already open fired on Nick. Despite being a superhuman with nanobots, the bullets hit the areas on his body not protected by his armored hoodie. Unprotected areas on his body, such as his lower body, was torn to pieces. Even worse, his unprotected face was an easy target and several targets met this target. The next thing that happened, surprised everyone even the griffons. The large giant fell to the ground. The trio of friends stopped and looked at their downed friend.

Ike was the first to snap out of his stupor and open fired with two .44 magnums. All twelve rounds found their mark and killed twelve different griffons. He holstered both .44 magnums and drew his other two before killing the rest of the griffons.  "We'll deal with it later" Ike said. "Now, we have something to finish." He reloaded his four .44 magnums and M1014.

Logan walked up to Nick's body. "He's still has a heartbeat!" Logan said.

"Tough son a bitch, Nick is" Alex said. He ejected the mag to his Galil and reached for another one. He found none. Alex frowned. "Well I'm out of clips."

"They're fucking magazines you dumb ass!" Logan said.

"Same thing" Alex sad back. "And fuck you too!"

"There IS a difference" Ike said. "And you're a dumb ass."

Alex dropped his Galil. Logan winced. "Well I'm out of ammo anyways. What are- Is that whistling?" Alex asked. The air was filled with high pitched whistle.

"Everyone, hit the deck! It's a shell!" Logan said. Everyone and everypony scrambled for cover while Ike and Logan dragged Nick into safety. *BOOM* A shell had landed directly in the center of the room and destroyed most of the interior of the room. When the dust resulting form the explosion cleared, it revealed two dead bodies, both pegasus guards.

"What the fuck was that?" Alex asked.

Ike gripped his M1014 tightly. "I have a bad feeling about what it is" Ike said. He walked over to a large hole in the south section of a wall. "It's a tank."

"Tanks?" Logan said. "There's a tank?!?"

"No" Ike replied. "There's more than one." Alex and Logan walked over to the same hole. Outside, on the street of the Crystal Empire, were twelve tanks, all of them the same size and type as the one Tran destroyed.

"Well, stallions" a unicorn said. The unicorn displayed a uniform that had golden accents and on the helmet he wore was a rank that was of officer status. "It has been an honor serving you." The unicorn officer turned to face the trio of humans. "It has been an honor serving with you three." The unicorn saluted.

The three of them saluted back, only Logan saluting correctly. "It has been an honor" Ike said.

Logan pulled out his McMillan Tac-50 and loaded it with Tran's custom hand loaded explosive ammo. He took aim and fired a shot at the leading tank. The round impacted the tank directly on the tank's front. It quickly exploded, covering the tank in a cloud of dark magic. After a few seconds, the black cloud cleared, revealing... That it was still intact. The only damage it sustained was a medium sized crater in its frontal armor. Logan took aim and fired again. The round, again, hit it in the front, making the crater into a hole. It also revealed the second hull it had. "It's a dual armored hull vehicle" Logan said.

"Do we have any explosives?" Ike said.

"Just a few IEDs and grenades. Not even close to denting the armor on them" Logan replied.

Alex looked back to Nick's lying form. Every now and then, the giant's chest rose and fell, showing that he was alive. "Well gentlemen, it might be the end for us. It has been an honor fighting with you" Alex said. Logan chambered a round in his McMillan. Ike pulled the charging handle back on his M1014. Alex pulled back the charging handle on his Saiga. The guards clicked the cylinders on their borrowed revolving rifles. "Let's give them hell." The trio and the Crystal guards picked up their weapons. Even doomed, they were going to give them a hard time. They all took aim at the leading tank.

*BOOM* The leading tank exploded. "What the hell?" Ike said.

A large jet roared overhead. It was an Fairchild Republic A-10 C Thunderbolt II. In the cockpit was a Tran that was obviously having fun. Out from Nick's pocket, the buzz of a radio was heard. "Need some help?" came from Nick's pocket.

Alex scrambled to Nick's lying form and reached into the pocket, pulling out the radio. "Tran, is that you?!?" A few seconds passed and nothing came from it.

"Hold down the talk button" Ike said.

Alex pushed down the talk button. "Tran, is that you?" Alex said.

"Eeyup" Tran replied. "Close air support is available. Targets?"

Logan ran over and ripped the radio from his hands. "We have a stream of enemy armored units. We're going to need you to take them out" Logan said. "Please use extreme prejudice, Tran."

"Roger" Tran replied. The trio and the Crystal Guards watched as the A-10 turned around.

One Hour Ago

"I need you to cover me" I said to Austin who was stilling holding my M4a1 in his hands.

"For what?" Austin asked.

"You'll find out" I replied. I opened up a messaging interface on my glasses and connected myself to Andy's smart glasses. "Get your butt over here!"

"I'm right here you dumb ass!" Andy yelled. I turned around and saw Andy standing up on a building. "The only way to sneak up on an Asian is to use another Asian!"

"It's not really sneaking if you are thirty something yards away from me. It's more gay stalking" I said.

"Well, technically I never said that I was sneaking up on you. I was only saying that the only way to sneak up on an Asian is to use another Asian. In your case, it's nearly impossible. Also, did you really expect me to sneak up on you? Me of all people? Me? EMPHASIS! EMPHASIS!"

"What?" I asked.

"EMPHASIS! EMPHASIS!" Andy replied.

"Oh, I get it!" I said.

"What in the fuck is going on?" Austin asked.

Both Andy and I turned and said "Yes."

"That wasn't a yes or no question" Austin said back.

"YES!" Both Andy and I said, yet again.

"Anyways, if Austin can get back on topic like we are, I'm going to need the two of you to cover me while I do something" I said to Andy.

"..." Andy said (yes, he said an ellipsis cause that makes absolute sense). "Okay."

"Good." I took off my backpack and the Sparda and set it down on the ground. I snapped my fingers and my A-10 appeared out of my backpack.

"Holy shit" Austin said.

Bullets started to ping off on the ground where we stood and on the jet. The three of us turned around and saw a squad of hippogriffs. Of course. Austin immediately ducked for cover behind a fallen home while Andy started firing with his M1 Garand. I took out my MP5k from my inventory with my right hand and my MP7a1 with the left. I fired at the hippogriffs with both. The hippogriffs were quickly gunned down. Simultaneously, Andy and I turned to face Austin. Both of us said "That's an amazing job covering me/him."

"Fuck you too" Austin said. I reloaded both of my submachine guns and placed them back in my inventory. I popped open the cockpit and jumped into the pilot's seat. "One day, I'm going to fly that." I took off my backpack and placed it on the ground of the cockpit. I put on the "seat belts" and linked Nguyen to the jet.

"Eenope" I said back. I closed the cockpit and started the jet's twin engines. As the jet's turbofans spun up, gun fire erupted from rubble a few hundred yards south. Bullets pinged off of the A-10.

"The engines, it's attracting the hippogriffs!" Austin said.

I opened the cockpit a crack and started firing through the crack with Nick's Blue Rose. "Don't let them shoot the engines! There's shields on them but they won't hold long under gunfire." I reloaded and slid it back into its holster.

Meanwhile, Andy and Austin started shooting at the hippogriffs. They did a fair job suppressing them but every now and then, the griffons would pop up and take shots at them.

The A-10 slowly lurched forward as the two turbofans started creating enough thrust. Any foreign object damage would be disastrous. I could see the shields surrounding the turbofans starting to crack. Oh dear. I pulled out some smoke grenades from my backpack and threw them outside. The smoke inside the grenades created a smoke screen, covering our position. Soon the gunfire died down as the griffons and my brother and friend couldn't see anything to shoot.

The A-10 continued picking up speed as it went down the street I was on. Soon, the A-10 had flown/drove out of the protection of the smoke screen and into the open air. The gunfire once again resumed with a bullet pinging off my jet every so often. Fortunately, the A-10 had picked enough speed and went air born. I smiled as I flew away from the hippogriffs. I let out a sigh of relief as I brought the A-10 to maximum speed while pulling up the landing gear. As the speed picked up, I casted a spell on the cockpit to get rid of any unwanted G-force I would later feel.

My AI relayed information about the environment and my A-10's condition directly into my head. My mind processed what to do as Nguyen had directly connected my mind into the jet. "How much longer can we keep up supersonic flight?" I asked Nguyen.

"At this rate, you'll run out of fuel in a mere three hours" Nguyen replied. "Nine hours if you fly at cruising speed." I kept the jet's speed at around 400 miles an hour as the inboard radar scanned the ground. "Twelve tanks three clicks south, near the castle." I directed steered the A-10 to fly towards the castle. The Crystal Empire was pretty big. Definitely big enough for an A-10 to fly for two hours to get from one end of the empire to the other.

"What's my weapon count?" I asked Nguyen.

"We have a total of seventy-six 14 pound lightweight rockets with 10 pound warheads, sixteen 80 pound medium weight rockets with 45 pound warheads, and three 2000 pound drop bombs at our disposal. The main gun has a total of 1200 rounds of armor piercing 30mm cannon ammo with another spare ammunition ready to be auto-teleported in" Nguyen replied. A fully loaded A-10 C Warthog. This is the definition of flying death. Especially if it's loaded for a CAS(Close Air Support) mission.

A few minutes passed and I gained view of my intended destination, the castle. There were large sections of the castle missing, revealing the interior. In one area of the castle that was missing a section, I saw Alex, Ike, Logan, and several Crystal Guards staring outward, When I looked ahead, I saw the twelve tanks Nguyen had mentioned to me earlier. The twelve tanks were headed towards them. Let's help them a little.

I armed every single on-board weapon. Let's see how good those griffons made their tanks. I fired three light rockets The rocket, despite being so small, had anti tank capabilities. MODERN HUMAN antitank properties. A primitively armored tank made by the griffons? Even with two protective shells/hulls, it's screwed. All three rockets hit the leading tank on it's rotating turret. The explosion that followed obliterated the tank, leaving only small shreds of steel.

I opened up a radio link on the A-10 and started searching for a channel. I quickly found one, connecting myself to a radio that was... inside Nick's pocket? "Need some help?" I said.

I slowed the jet down and waited for a response. "Tran, is that you?" I heard Alex say through the radio.

"Eeyup" I replied. "Close air support is available. Targets?"

Instead of Alex's voice responding, I heard Logan's. "We have a stream of enemy armored units. We're going to need you to take them out" Logan said. "Please use extreme prejudice, Tran."

"Roger" I replied. I increased the jet's speed and started turning towards the trail of tanks. Let's have some fun! I quickly gained view of the eleven tanks and weirdly enough, they were all still moving in a single file line. Smiling, I armed the GAU-8 auto cannon. Now, throughout the entire story, I've put in rather long over explained specifications of weapons, bullets, etc. Let's put this in Layman's terms. The GAU-8 fires a thirty millimeter cannon round at 4200 rounds a minute. How powerful is this thirty millimeter round? The average fifty BMG round has about 13000-15000 foot pounds of energy and about 117000-135000 foot pounds of energy when supercharged through electromagnetic hybrid propulsion. The thirty millimeter round has about 5000000/five million foot pounds of energy or 45000000/forty-five million foot pounds of energy. With normal combat aircraft, a gun is attached to a plane. When they were making the A-10 Warthogs, they attached a plane to the gun.

I positioned the A-10 so that the GAU-8 was aimed at the current leading tank. Smiling, I started firing. I let out a short five second burst from the gatling cannon, using up a third of my ammo. The charged 30mm cannon rounds immediately shredded the first seven tanks.

I can't keep up the long bursts or I'll run out of ammo in a few strafes. I pulled up on the A-10's flight stick and gained altitude. I flew over the last four tanks and dropped an MK84. Before the bomb could hit the ground and explode, I went to top speed and flew away. A few seconds later, the detonation of the MK84 was both seen and heard. When I flew back to where I supposedly dropped the bomb, I saw nothing but a crater. Maybe using a 2000 pound explosive device was a bit overkill. Eh.

An explosion appeared sixty feet to my left. Was that flak? Then a whole flurry of explosions started appearing. Then something hit the turbofans, destroying the magic shields. Oh scheisse. I dove down to avoid the flak. Where the heck was that coming from? My radar and AI scanned the nearby area for the source of the flak. "Nine howitzers and three tanks are encamped twenty-five hundred yards south. I flew lower so that they wouldn't be able to use flak on me. Flying this low would keep me from being shot by the flak but I had a very big chance of crashing into a building. I was flying only fifty feet of the ground.

When I gained view of the offending tanks and howitzers, I fired off as many light rockets before I had to pull up to avoid crashing into a tank. I looked down and watched as six of the nine howitzers were destroyed by my rockets. I did an aileron roll while turning and fired six more rockets at the last three howitzers before I completely turned away. "The last of the howitzers have been destroyed" Nguyen said.

I flew up and banked left. "Those three tanks are firing at you with standard shells" Nguyen said. There was no way in 'ell they're going to hit me! However, I watched as large shells flew whizzed through the air around me as I flew in my A-10. Then a round impacted the midsection of the jet. Maybe they can hit me. I flew above the last three tanks and dropped another MK84. Overkill or not, it was still effective. It detonated.

The shells stopped going through the air around my jet. "Thanks god" I said.

"Your fuel tank is leaking" Nguyen said.

"I was only hit once and my armor isn't compromised" I said.

"But the round dented the midsection of the A-10 and it dented the fuel tank under the armor, leaving a rather large crack in it" Nguyen said back,

"How long is the auto repair enchantment going to take to fix it?" I asked.

"Well, nineteen hours but you must land first. The repairs won't start until all systems are off" Nguyen replied.

"Good to know" I said. "Any other tanks left in the empire?"

"Three left" Nguyen replied. "North, outside of the empire's boundary line." A red dot appeared on my HUD. "Head towards that direction."

I slowly started to turn to the left until I was headed towards where Nguyen told me to. I dug through my backpack and pulled out a piece of gum. "Ah, gum. One of my most favorited objects in the universe, next to guns of course." I popped the piece of gum into my mouth and started chewing.

After a few minutes, the three remaining tanks came into view. Flying slowly in the air space around the tanks were hundreds of griffons and hippogriffs. Once I got in range, I fired three medium sized rockets. The powerful warheads of the rocket destroyed the first tank, along with twenty or thirty griffons from the ensuing explosion. Before they would react, I fired eight light rockets at the two remaining tanks. Two rockets hit the first tank and a different rocket hit the last tank. Both exploded in a giant fireball killing more griffons and hippogriffs as collateral. The remaining five rockets struck the ground around the tank, killing even more griffons and hippogriffs.

Unfortunately, the surviving griffons and hippogriffs started flying towards me. The earlier rocket salvos had shrunken their number but there was still about thirty of them. Even worse, I was running out of fuel with the cracked fuel tank leaking my remaining reserves. To make matters even worse than that, I had been going pretty slowly as I had to conserve fuel to stay airborne longer. Since I was going pretty slow for a jet, the griffons and hippogriffs quickly caught up to my jet. Upon reaching my jet, they latched onto my jet. A few landed on the cockpit's armored glass cover, looking at me.

"Nguyen, pilot for me!" I said. I let go of the flight stick and popped open the cockpit, letting the cold Arctic winds and weather fly into the cockpit. Before they could do anything, I pulled out both of Nick's hand cannons and mowed down the griffons on top of the cockpit. I holstered both before pulling out my Kimber and Springfield 1911. Unbuckling myself form the pilot's seat, I stood up on my seat and started shooting at the griffons latched onto my jet. They also started firing. I had the advantage as they had to worry about flying and holding onto the jet while shooting at me while I had to worry about only shooting at them. However, my 1911s only held a total of fourteen rounds between the two so I quickly ran out of ammo in the two pistols. I ducked back down in the cockpit of the jet's cabin and tried to go for Yin and Yang but I couldn't find the room to pull out the extremely over sized pistols (they both have a total length of twelve inches) in the small space of the jet.

Instead, I pulled out my P99 and 92fs. I ducked back outside and started firing again. These two pistols. compared to my 1911s, had twice as much ammunition. Unfortunately, I usually tend to rapid fire with, well, everything... Oh well. The thirty-four rounds still lasted me quite a while.

When they ran out, I ducked back into the cabin of my jet and dropped both pistols before pulling out my Colt Python and my S&W 686. Just as I stood up to duck out of the cockpit, a griffon dove into the cabin. In his hand appeared to be a revolver. He pointed the revolver at my face. I didn't let him fire it. I ripped the revolver out of his hands/talons and fired two rounds into his face with my 686. I dropped his revolver, picked up my Python, and ducked back out of the cabin and continued killing the griffons.

Since I only had ten rounds left between the two revolvers, I quickly ran out of ammo. This time, I pulled out my B23R and my P220 sport. I expended the ammo from those handguns before doing the same with my dual Five Seven pistols. By now, there were only two griffons left clinging onto my jet. I pulled out my PPK. Ah my PPK. Well, technically, my PPK clone but it's simpler to call it a PPK. I shot the two remaining griffons in the face with the small .22 pistol.

I ducked back into the cockpit and closed the cover. Thank god those griffons were more worried about holding onto my jet than trying to kill me. I re-buckled myself into the seat and turned the autopilot off while taking the flight stick in my hands. "Nguyen, how much fuel do we have left?" I started turning to the left.

"Twelve minutes worth" Nguyen replied. "We have to land as soon as possible or we risk crashing. Luckily, we appeared to be flying above a field of frozen dirt. Landing should pose not problem with the environment." I started to descend. "There appears to be a series of caves coming up. It'd be good to land and move the jet into those caves to protect it from the weather."

I maneuvered the A-10 so that I would fly parallel to the cave faces. I decreased my speed and lowered the landing gear as my altitude declined. Soon, the wheels made contact with the frozen ground. Fortunately, the ground proved that it was hard enough from being frozen to hold the weight of my twenty ton jet. I unbuckled myself from the seat and started picking up my various handguns I had dropped while shooting the griffons off of my jet. I took the long process of reloading every pistol before leaving each on on the seat of the cockpit. I looked outside and scanned the environment with my eyes. I had indeed landed near the caves.

I opened the cockpit and jumped onto the frozen ground, nearly slipping on the ground. "Tran, there are unknown living organisms nearby" Nguyen said. "The radar indicates there are creatures of varying sizes spread around this general area. Landing near those

I pulled out my Remington 870 and racked the pump. *CHK-CHK* "Does anything nearby seem to be hostile?" I asked Nguyen.

"At the current moment, no. Don't take any chances though" Nguyen replied.

I covered my A-10 in my colorless magical aura. Slowly, I started to move it in one of the large open mouthed caves. I finished pulling my A-10 into the cave. I wrapped the sling of my 870 around my left arm before I started climbing up on the left side of the A-10. I climbed up cockpit to fish out backpack from where I left it when something jumped onto my head. I fell off of my jet and onto the ground. Whatever it was, it was very fluffy and light pink. That was just about everything I could see as it's fur had covered my face. I ripped it off of my head and threw it off in a random direction.

To make matters worse, when it landed on me, it had cause me to drop my glasses and my 870. Checking my inventory, I couldn't differentiate the guns and weapons to the ammo and gear. I tried pulling out a random object and ended up pulling out drum magazines for my M4a1 THAT I DID NOT HAVE. Without my glasses, I might as well be wearing a large blind fold. Something poked me in my upper left leg and I nearly kicked it but noticed that nothing happened. I looked to whatever poked me and saw the blurred form of the light pink, fluffy creature.  It poked me in my leg again with what appeared to be it's head. I squinted and noticed it was holding something in it's mouth. I took whatever was in its mouth. It was my glasses! I put them on before looking at whatever the creature was.

It was very fluffy. Very fluffy indeed. It had a small smile on its face and it's height was short of three feet. Essentially, it was just an over fluffed pink pony. It had hooves, pony ears, and the usual pony parts.

"You're not hostile aren't yah?" I said. It shook it's head. "Wait, you understand me?" It nodded. It stuck out its tongue and blew a raspberry."You're just an adorable little fella." It shook its head. "Girl?" It nodded. It jumped up and as if by magic, clung to my BDU. "Okay?" Started climbing and somehow, it unbuttoned my BDU, climbed into it, before buttoning it back up. Well, that proved wearing baggy clothing is useful. The ball of fluff was extremely warm. Makes sense with all of that pink fur. Dear god it's adorable!

I walked over to where it fell and looked for where I dropped my Remington 870 Super Magnum. "Do you happen to know where I dropped my shotgun?" I asked the small ball of fluff, still just snuggling in my BDU. It nodded. "Really?" It stuck out one of its legs out of my BDU and pointed to itself. "What?" It retracted it's leg back into the comforts of my BDU. After a few seconds, it stuck its leg back out, except it was holding my 870. I took the shotgun in my grasp and stared at the small ball of fluff snuggling in my BDU. "Do you happen to have a name?"

It nodded it's head but I realized that I probably would't figure out what it's name is as it appeared to be mute. Again, it stuck one of its legs out, this time it was holding a piece of paper. I took the piece of paper and looked at it. Written on it was Fluffle Puff. "Your name is Fluffle Puff?" I asked. It nodded and blew a raspberry from inside my BDU again.

I walked back to my A-10, Fluffle Puff was still snuggling inside my jacket, and climbed back up to the cockpit. I pulled out the Sparda and my backpack and strapped the two objects to my back. Climbing out of the cockpit, I moved to the midsection of the place, specifically where the cannonball impacted my jet. A large dent had signified where my jet was hit. I placed my hand on it and felt that it was wet with fuel. I covered the general impact area with my usually colorless magic and started repairing the dent.The dent quickly disappeared. "How's the damage on the inside?" I asked.

"It has been repaired via a mixture of repair enchantments and nanobots" Nguyen replied.

"Fuel?" I asked.

"Still regenerating" Nguyen replied. "Another hour should be enough for the fuel to completely regenerate."

I looked down at Fluffle Puff who was still snuggling inside my jacket. "Looks like we have about an hour before anything happens" I said.

-X-X-X-

Austin walked down the street of the Crystal Empire next to Andy. "Hey Andy, I always thought you were an idiot" Austin said. He was looking at eight griffons that Andy had expertly killed with his M1 Garand.

"I'm Tran's brother" Andy said. "Of course I'm an idiot. We're all idiots."

"What?" Austin asked.

"I got it from Tran. He says that everyone's an idiot" Andy said. "My brother knows a lot. He talks a lot. He knows what he's saying."

"Wait, so according to Tran, everyone is an idiot?" Austin asked.

"Including himself" Andy said.

"What?"

"My brother is smart. He's still an idiot" Andy said. "According to his words, everyone is an idiot. Even he himself is an idiot. However, out of all of the idiots in the world, there are the stupid idiots. The stupid have the benefit of both stupidity and idiocy. You see, there is a very big difference between being an idiot and being stupid. Being an idiot implies you have the chance of learning. An idiot has the ability to learn from his actions or learning from somebody or pony else. Being stupid implies that you can't learn. It implies that you can never learn. Stupid people are truly of no intelligence. An idiot that does something that is wrong does not know that it is wrong. A stupid person does something that is wrong, knowing it is wrong. Me, you, my brother, Nick, Alex, Ike, and Logan. We're all idiots. However, none of us are truly stupid. Well, Alex is kinda stupid."

-X-X-X-

I sneezed. I looked down at Fluffle puff who was gnawing on my lanyard. Why did it feel like someone was quoting me?

-X-X-X-

"Where did you get this from?" Austin asked.

"You stupid idiot! I already told you! My brother, Tran!" Andy replied.

Twelve griffons landed in front of the duo. Without a second though, Austin gunned down the twelve griffons with Tran's M4a1.

"Well you ruined a perfectly good sandwich!" Andy said.

"The hell are you talking about?" Austin asked.

"SANDWICHES!!!" Andy replied.

Austin smiled. "You're an idiot" he said.

"You're a stupid idiot" Andy said back.

A tank rumbled into the two's view. It's cannon was pointed at the two of them.

"Fuck" Austin said. The two of them took cover as the tank fired a shell where they once stood. The two of them were able to take cover in time to avoid the explosion.

Austin immediately shot a grenade at the tank. Tran's custom high explosive grenade impacted the tank's left set of tracks, immobilizing it. Although immobilized, the tank still fired at the two with its front and side cannons.

"Do you have any more grenades?" Andy asked.

"No!" Austin replied.  Out of nowhere, the tank exploded with a cloud of darkness. When the cloud disappeared, it revealed the hole created by the 40mm grenade was much larger. "What the hell was that?"

-X-X-X-

Logan looked at the tank he just destroyed through the scope of his McMillan. "Thank god for Tran's custom munitions!" He racked the bolt of his McMillan, chambering another round. A griffon shortly appeared in his view. Why was it shortly in his view? Logan had shot the griffon center mass with a .50 BMG round. The enchanted round had packed enough power to make him explode. A hand touched Logan's shoulder and he nearly scrambled off of the ledge he was lying in front of. When he looked at who it was, he saw Nick.

"What the hell happened?" Nick asked.

"You were shot about a hundred times" Logan replied. He took his McMillan back up.

"Where's my damn minigun?" Nick asked while looking around the room he was in.

"Ask Andy" Logan said.

"Andy has my minigun?" Nick said in a demented voice.

-X-X-X-

Andy shivered. "Why does it feel like I'm about to die?" Andy said.

-X-X-X-

"No, it's behind you" Logan said.

He looked behind himself and found the large machine gun. He manually cycled through the barrels, eliciting clicks. "How is the invasion doing?" Nick asked.

"Tran got rid of the tanks" Logan replied.

"How?" Nick asked.

"An A-10."

"Those fucking pieces of flying death?!? Tran has one?!?" Nick asked.

"Yep."

Nick shivered.

-X-X-X-

I looked at Fluffle Puff. "Did you just feel that?" I asked her. "It felt like a titan just shivered in my name." Fluffle Puff blew a raspberry.

-X-X-X-

Nick ran out of the castle with his minigun spinning and looked in the airspace directly above him. There were barely any griffons left. "Did I really miss out on most of the invasion?" Nick asked.

"You were shot in the face six times!" Logan yelled out. "And yes." Logan picked up his assault rifle and placed it in his messenger bag. He pulled out his Taurus Judge and Executioner revolver. He checked the loads to make sure he had slugs loaded. "Let's check on the Mane Six."

"Okay" Nick said. He hefted up his minigun. The two of them walked to where the throne room was. They quickly made it to where it was located. Nick knocked on the door a few times. When no one answered, he kicked open the large door. Almost immediately a volley of arrows and magical blasts was sent flying at Nick. The volley of arrows had all missed Nick as he had ducked behind cover save for three arrows that had embedded themselves in his chest. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Nick quickly ripped out the arrows and threw them to the ground. He looked down at the wound as it bled. "Well my shirt is even more ruined now." The wounds slowly sealed themselves off. Out of nowhere, one of the arrows Nick ripped out of his chest exploded, shredding even more of his shirt and parts of his pants. "Applejack."

Laughing from Nick getting shot, Logan stepped in front of Nick. "Let me handle this." Logan stepped up to the door. "Hey guys, it's us!"

"How do we know if you're a spy or not?" said by someone that was obviously not Rainbow Dash (it was Rainbow Dash).

"You're an idiot!" Logan said. The door opened further, revealing Rainbow Dash. Behind her was four hundred Crystal and Royal Guards. Behind the crowd of guards was the rest of the Mane Six, Shining Armor, and Cadance.

"Hello" Nick said.

"What's the situation?" Shining Armor asked.

"I think the invasion's finished" Logan said.

"Casualties?" Shining asked.

"Thousands on both sides" Nick replied.

"Tran?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Unknown" Nick replied. "All I know is that he has a fucking A-10 Warthog."

"Pardon me but did I hear that correctly? A Warthog?" Rarity said.

"It's a human war vehicle" Logan replied. "It's essentially a flying automatic cannon."

"Is it one of those jets Tran once mentioned?" Rainbow Dash asked. She extended out her wings, revealing her wing blades.

"Yep" Logan replied.

"Now I want a race!"

Everyone face palmed. "An invasion just happened and you're worried about racing somepony?" Twilight said.

-X-X-X-

I looked back down at Fluffle Puff. "Now it feels like I'm being challenged to something that's completely ridikulus."