Protect the Princess

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Changelings attack the stadium and everyone gather around Twilight Sparkle. Characters from left to right: Blue Blood, Shining Armor, Foxtrot('s OC), Flash Sentry, Bi Macintosh, Spitfire, Twilight Sparkle, Thunderlane, Flitter, Soarin, Cloud chaser and Cheerilee.

Want to know what's going on? You can read the whole story here at 's page The Simple Life Chapter 43     A high pitched ring danced in Twilight’s head.
     She blinked hard trying to alieve it, but it was for naught as it refused to dull itself. She shook her head and brought a fore hoof to one of her ears to massage it, but it was to no avail. Her mind tried to figure out why the sound was persisting, and came to the conclusion that she was suffering from a mild case of tinnitus. As she slowly tried to drag herself back to her hooves, she could only guess that it had come from the rapid increase and decrease of air pressure around her, probably from the very concussive blast that had sent her sprawling across the football field.
      Suddenly there was a change, now in addition to the ringing, she heard the sound of her own breathing. The familiar rhythm of her inhale and exhale were welcome over the ringing but, as she looked around, she found herself not wanting to celebrate this small victory.
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She heard a shrill screech and guessed it to be the third and turned to face it. But there was no need, as the bug, while mid leap, was struck square in its abdomen by a shoulder tackle. Twilight watched as her bright orange, fiery maned savior wrapped up the changeling and quickly pinned it beneath her. With controlled force, she manipulated the changeling’s arm and brought it high. Twilight felt her breath catch in her throat as she realized the makeup of this variation of the hoard. Instead of a regular forelegs, this creatures front appendages where instead sharpened curved bone. They were such that they could serve no purpose beyond ripping and tearing into flesh.

Spitfire forced the sharpened edge of bone down, bending the beast at one of its segmented joints so the blade was now across its neck. The Changeling squirmed and fought, but Spitfire dropped her weight onto the things arm and forced it down, forcing the blade to bight into its own wielder’s neck. The Changeling screeched in defiance, but Spitfire’s teeth were bared as she scrambled upwards and placed a hind hoof on the back of the bladed arm, and with a final thrust, drove it deep and separated the head from the beast.

A guttural growl came from Twilight’s side and she turned to see Foxtrot had managed to work his fangs to the underside of the changeling and with a quick snap of his jaws bit in, and then yanked it’s throat out, spraying neon green blood through the air.

Standing up, Spitfire, grabbed the arm at the elbow, twisted and yanked. With crunch and the splatter of vibrant green blood on her cheer uniform, the arm came free and Spitfire now gripped it as a sword.

“RALLY TO ME!” Spitfire cried and Twilight was shocked as she saw several ponies quickly gather around her. Soarin’, Foxtrot, Thunderlane, Big Macintosh, the Twins, Cheerilee, Shining Armor, Flash Sentry, and Blue Blood came. Once more she found herself drawn to the fiery maned pegasus like a moth to fire who stood tall on hind legs and whose eyes burned like flame.