Reporting for duty.

[Devela]

Date December 1st 0800

Devela was enjoying a nice slow morning in the park. She watched as the snow slowly fell down and disappeared when it touched her skin. She knew the logical excuse for the reason why but liked to believe her feathers were living flames so nothing cold could effect her. It helped ehr cope with the lose of her father, his favorite part of the year was winter.

[Tytron]

Tytron was taking a brisk run through the park. He had decided that some exercise might be a good way to deal with his boredom, and he also wanted to see how the park had changed since he was last here. During his time of the assault on Manehatten, Tytron made frequent fly-overs of the park. It sure seems to have recovered, he thought. As he came bounding around a bend he saw a red and black figure. He came to a halt, breathing rather heavily. His breath could be seen in the cold air.

[Devela]

Devela picked up crossbow from the ground and looked it over, there was still a mark from the bloody ax fight a few days prior. She shrugged pulling out her lighter and a bottle of whiskey. She took a small sip from the bottle before looking at the lighter turning it on and smiling.

[Tytron]

Tytron regained his composure before approaching the figure. He assumed that it was a Griffon, but that only made him more concerned with his appearance. As he got closer, it was in fact a Griffon. The Griffon's back was towards him. "What have we here?" He announced. "Quite the chilly morning for a walk in the park." He said in a rather harsh tone.

[Devela]

Devele took a deep breath through her nose before hearing a voice behind her. She smiled thinking what this harsh voice would get with her little show of fire control. She stood up from the bench and spat the whiskey out through her beak into the light. The alcohol igniting and making a stream of fire into the air. After she was done, the griffonesse turned to the comer "When is it chilly for a being of fire like myself?"

[Tytron]

Tytron reared backwards and buffeted his wings as the flames shot into the air. He had almost reached for his whip, but did not. This was somebody who gave no cares about what others had to say, he thought as the flames died. He did not realize that the Griffon was actually a Griffonesse until she spoke. This was someone who he could respect. He slammed down his two front claws onto the concrete. "That was quite the show." He said, giving a laugh.

[Devela]

Devela gave a nod of approval seeing the griffin not dare to attack her, he was a smart one. She would give the guy that much smarts. She took another sip of her whiskey and drank it this time. She held out a talon to him "Why thank you, I find fire so warming."

There was a group of ponies who appeared to working to clear the paths of snow, the group was a mixing of coloured earth ponies, numbering a total of six. The leader was pushing the plow while others were using shovels.

[Tytron]

Tytron returned the talon shake. "Name's Tytron." He said, but before he could say more, he noticed the ponies. He looked at the group of ponies doing their share to keep the park nice and tidy. "Such hard workers, trying to keep this dump look partially respectable." Tytron said as he released the shake. He got a sudden idea. "I'd best do my part as well." He said as he drew out his whip.

CRACK! Went the sound of the whip as he snapped it at the passing ponies. "Work harder!" He said in his rather motivational, slave driving voice. "I said. Work! Harder!" He cracked it again.

[Devela]

Devela smiled as she heard his name, a good name for a griffin she though. "Devela." She answered before he seemed to take it upon himself to start whipping at the ponies simply doing their job. Normally if she would of seen it from afar she would of ignored it and thought they were prisoners but seeing how starved the ponies were. Devela thought they deserved to be treated better then slaves. They had taken over Equestria not to enslave them but to simply bring order. She grew angry at this idiot for whipping them when food might have been on their agenda. She aimed a haymaker straight for his jaw, yelling as she did so. "IDIOT, THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO EARN BITS FOR FOOD.!!"

The ponies jumped at the sound of the whip and the leader even did so much as glare forward as he kept pushing the plow. The rest of the ponies kept up work at shoving the paths behind the plow.

[Tytron]

Tytron was just about to let out a laugh before the Griffonesse landed a haymaker right into his jaw. He had only heard the first few words in her shout, the rest he could not hear as he landed head first on the pavement. He shook his head, fury filling his eyes. Now, he was angry. He picked up his whip from where it had landed, only about a foot from where he landed. He cracked it against the ground, having forgotten about the ponies, and was now focusing on Devela.

He took a moment to think before coiling the whip, and putting it back at his side. He was not willing to lash a female for something so petty. "I'll give you one thing. You have courage, but you hit like a newborn." He said in a taunt. "Had I actually hit them, I might have actually apologized to you for having hit a soft spot in your pony-loving heart." He let loose a low growl after finishng the last word.

[Devela]

Devela seethed with anger as she watched the idiot hit the path. She didn't care what happened to her but she was determined not to let this idiot hurt another pony or even scare them. She stared into his eyes as her tail wrapped around her crossbow and brought it to her talons. She didn't care what names he called her, she knew that whipping at a pony simply trying to do it's job was wrong. She thought back to the pony she had crashed into the ground by his horn into the ground. Had he just been doing his job of helping a pony in need? Or had he been simply wanting to make it a fair fight. She shook her head as the ponies that were whipped at stopped their work behind the griffin she was facing and all put on wooden masks.

Devela did a silent swear as she brought her crossbow up to bare and shot it past Tyton's head and hit the plow, causing it to explode in a fiery blaze. The ponies were knocked to the ground by the explosion. The griffinesse reloaded with a regular bolt and hissed loudly.

[Tytron]

Tytron did not even have time to flinch when the quarrel flew past his head. He whipped around, almost instinctively, just in time to see the explosion. He was partially confused. Why defend them, and then attack them. It did not matter once he noticed a wooden mask that had skittered across the ground. That's got to be a great slice of humble pie for her, he thought.

"You know what I hate about crossbows? They always take too damned long to reload." He said as he uncoiled his whip, and snapped it so that it wrapped around the closest ponies neck. Time to crack a few heads.

[Devela]

Devela looked at the other griffin and laughed as a bolt flew past his head and struck a pony trying to use a shovel as a weapon. She was in the process of reloading but her tail was shooting off bolts to either side of the griffin. She was smiling as another flame bolt hit the plow. "Don't be so sure of my firing speed."

The leader of the ponies was not very happy that he had lost one already, and another was being chocked by the whip. So he charged at the one with the whip, another of his kind racing with him.

[Tytron]

Tytron slid his sword into the back of the pony he had been strangling. He looked up just as the leader began to charge with another following after him. Tytron smiled, knowing just how to handle this. He took up a position on his back two feet, his whip in one hand, and his sword in the other.

As the leader came into the range of his whip, Tytron snapped it at his front, left hoof. He then flung him upwards. "Pull." He announced with his sword pointing at the other pony, letting it choose if it would like to drive itself into it.

[Devela]

Deveal watched as the leader did a perfect back flip and landed on his hoves before charging Tyton again. She had her won problem of dealing with a pony trying to bite her leg. She shoved a bolt down towards it's eye as she hit it. The pony battling against the sword took it deep into his chest but kept wiggling around, with the blade still inside it formed a stop for the blood.

[Tytron]

Tytron growled as the leader landed and charged him again. His sword had become stuck in the still living pony's chest. He pushed the sword away with all his might to get that pony away from him. With his whip in hand, Tytron looked over at Devela, seeing that she was handling herself.

Swinging his head back towards the leader, Tytron thought about how he was going to be dealt with. He decided then that the best way to deal with a charging pony was to fly. And so he did. Tytron spread open his wings and began to beat them heavily. Tytron got too about ten feet high and began to snap the whip wildly in the direction of the leader.

[Devela]

The leader kept bull rushing the male griffin, the strikes hitting his body and tearing off the mask. It revealed a face that was scared from chin to left eye, claw marks most likely, by a griffin in battle. He jumped onto the pony with the sword embedded inside his chest and spring boarded up to try and bite the leg of Tyton.

Devela was having a little trouble, she didn't have enough bolts to begin with and now she was stuck fighting a shovel with her paws, the stitches in her stomach were hurting slightly and causing her vision to blur a bit, she finally managed to disarm the pony. Only to get bitten for her deed.

[Tytron]

Tytron began to frantically flail as the leader bit into his leg. He was less concerned with the pain as he was with being brought down. Pounding his wings to stay in the air became a burden and he soon just dropped to the ground in an attempt to slam the pony hard enough to make it let go.

[Devela]

Devela looked at the pony on her paw and kept punching it in the head, till it's mouth opened and she managed to get her paw out. She took the head in both paw's and slammed it against the ground, hearing the crack of the skull and the body go limp. She looked up and saw the leader let go of Tyton's leg while the remaining one ran for her life.

[Tytron]

Tytron made a quick dash to give some distance between himself and the leader. As he got away from the pony, Tytron saw the last pony flee. Excellent, he thought. Tytron faced the leader, snorting and cracking his whip. He had had enough of this. It was time to finish it before it got embarrassing.

"I'll have your head before this is over." He said in a snarl.

[Devela]

Devela sat there and tended to her wound before looking over at the griffin and leader, the tension in the air was so thick not even ta knife could cut it. She watched as the leader gave a single sort in response and started running towards Tryton at full speed.

[Tytron]

Tytron held his ground as he was charged. He began to wind his whip as he stared at the pony. It was a habit that he tended to do. I'll let him get nice and close, he thought. He thought, about as swiftly as he could, how to stop the leader. Maybe a lash across the face? Or maybe I should keep on the defensive? That sounded better. Let the pony tire himself. And so Tytron held his ground to assume a position where he could dive out of the way.

[Devela]

Devela watched as the leader kept running straight towards the griffin as his jawline set itself. Then with a leap he jumped towards the male griffin with all his power, aiming to tackle the winged cat to the ground.

[Tytron]

Tytron rolled to his left as the pony lept at him, narrowingly dodging the tackle. Tytron imedietley resumed the same position. Best prepare to do something else though, he thought. There was no way in Equestria that the pony would fall for the same trick twice.

[Devela]

The leader turned to slowly circle around Tyton, looking for weakness. He made an entire circle before feinting an attack by going right and diving to the left. The buck aimed to bite at the griffin's leg.

[Tytron]

Tytron began to beat his wings heavily at the leader in an attempt to offset him. Tytron did not anticipate the feign and was bitten onto his right leg. "Aaarrrggghhhh!" He shouted in pain. The bite hurt tremendously as the pony's teeth dug into the same place as earlier. Instead of buffeting the pony with his wings, Tytron dropped his whip and lurched forward to dig his talons into the back of the leader's neck.

[Devela]

Devela watched as the pony opened its mouth to bite back down, but was torn off by the claw in it's neck. The blood was squirted up into Tyrton's face.

[Tytron]

The blood splattered up onto the left side of Tytron's face as he clawed at the pony. Blinded by the blood in his left eye, Tytron threw his head back as bloodlust filled his heart and he let loose an ear piercing screech of rage. He made an attempt to rip out the leader's jugular for the kill.

[Devela]

Devela had no interest in seeing the blood bath, she had already seen enough in her lifetime but they seemed to follow her. She sighed before quickly recollecting bolts and flying away, leaving the leader's body to spray blood over the male griffin.

[Tytron]

Tytron wiped away the blood from his face after the deed was done. He picked up his whip from the ground and retrieved his sword from the carcass that it was located inside of. He looked over at the dead leader's lifeless body. "Heh. I'd best go report this." He walked away from the bloody scene with a limp in his bitten leg.

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