Chapter 14: A Soldier's Misfortune
Silencing his footsteps, a figure dressed in black jeans, black shirt, and just as dark shoes silently crept through a back alley. New York's City's night lights were no hindrance to him, and in fact helped him track his target. Vladimir Valentino, the target in question, was just a few blocks away. The darkly clad figure sped up a bit, hoping to catch his prey off guard. He stopped suddenly though, hearing loud voices.
"Where's my money John?" That was Vladimir's voice echoing through the alley the man was currently in.
"I swear, I'll have it to you by tomorrow! Just give me one more night!" There was silence for a few seconds. And then a gunshot.
"Go find his family, and his house, we need the dough." Vladimir said loudly. Footsteps sounded, and the man still hiding in the alley peeked out, only to find his target all alone, smoking a cigar.
"Ya' just can't trust people. Ya' know?" Vladimir chatted with himself, leaning against the dirty wall and kicking the dead body. Seeing nobody else there, the man readied himself to kill his target. He sprinted around the corner, pulled out his pistol and took aim. And then there was light.
In an old dusty town, with a setting much like an old western movie concept, A yellow pony with a cowboy hat and matching vest was strolling down the dirt path towards a old shoddy barn.
With a push with his hoof, he opened its wooden door and peered inside. As sure as he found it to be empty, he brushed past the door frame, to a hay stack that was lazily put in the corner. He laid on his back, and smirked as he heard a creak of the door; a mare with hair and a tail as red as a cherry waltzed right in. She wore a yellow cloth with cherries on the front, with a pink scarf that was wrapped in a knot. Her coat was of a pleasant snow white, with green eyes, the hue of bright green grass. Her cutie mark, was of a cherry. She stared at the young colt with lust-filled eyes and a smile that would more than likely knock down any colt looking in her direction.
"So Braeburn, what are we gon' do now? We're all alone in this big ol' barn, with nopony watchin'..." The colt felt aroused by this, the way her voice sounded. With the looks to match, it was a match made in heaven. He wouldn't usually talk to her under any condition, but when it came to mares, she was the cream of the crop. Braeburn and Cherry Jubilee were going steady for a while, ever since he was picking up a bunch of supplies from the neighboring town of Dodge Junction. How these two ended up together, or how they even started talking is a big mystery, but by now, everypony knew those two were mating in every which place they could like some sorta sex crazed animals. Which they apparently were.
"Well Miss Cherry Jubilee, Why don't we do a little bit o' cuddlin' in this here haystack? It's good support for this sorta thang." Cherry Jubilee smirked a bit and trotted gracefully over to him. As soon as he started to move, she pinned him down. A smirk spread across his handsome face as she moved to straddle him.
"Ya'll don't have to go anywhare, little Braeburn...or should I say Big Braeburn..." She giggled, looking down at a certain body part. "Now then, let's just get busy, a'ight?"
As soon as they started making out, however, a loud crash abruptly stopped them from going any further. They both jerked their heads to see what the hay was really going on. There, laying in another pile of hay, laid a still form.
"What the hay-" was all Cherry Jubilee could muster up as they dodged a big part of the roof fell where they were doing their little make-out session. Braeburn then stood up, motioning his mare to stand back as he investigated. He slowly inched towards the wreck until a robotic hand broke out of the pile. This startled him so much, he nearly jumped ten feet in the air.
"Run, Cherry, Run!" He cried out as they headed towards the only exit. The both of them didn't glance back as they bolted out the barn, hoping nopony would see them.
The hand sticking out of the wreckage began to push at the wooden planks holding the rest of its owner down. With a heave, the figure moved the last of the heavy planks off of himself.
"Where the hell am I?" He said out loud. He stood up, glancing around the building he was in. Mentally he checked for injuries, noting his bruises and his possibly broken rib. Spotting a window, he rushed over to it, looking outside. Out in the open air, it looked like an old western town.
"Am I fuckin' high?" He spoke aloud again as what looked like a small horse wearing a jacket was trotting away from the barn. After smacking himself in the face a few times to make sure he was awake, and after doing some mental math to clarify that he was not high, he began to think logically.
"Okay so I'm... In a weird place where, as far as I can tell, with.. small horses wearing clothing." He nodded to himself, accepting the facts.
"Is somepony thar'?" Suddenly came a strange voice from outside the barn. The man tensed,
eyeing the door with a professional eye. He stayed silent, waiting for the door to slowly creak open. The door slid open, revealing what appeared to be a horse. That was previously talking.
"... You can talk." The man stated the obvious. The pony nodded. Then it screamed loudly in fear.
"What the hay are you?" It happened too fast for the man to really know what he was doing. With one brutal kick, the pony was dead, even before he hit the side of his barn. The front of his skull caved in instantly with the pressure of a singular empowered strike, ensuring his death.
"Fuck... I didn't mean to kill it..." The man's eyes widened as he watched the boards that the pony had slammed into splinter a bit, and a crack formed along the ceiling above the wall. His eyes probed it calculatingly, and then he realized what was going to happen next. He attempted to sprint to the door, but the ceiling was much too fast. Another chunk of debris released itself from the ceiling, and fell straight down onto him. It hit his upper back, cracking his shoulder-blade and slamming him into the floor.
"Ah!" He yelled, then bit his lip to muffle his cry of pain. He ignored it now, tossing the piece of wood off his back, into the pile that was already there. He stood back up, completely disregarding his injury. He left the barn as fast as he could. He wished he had something to burn it down, but no fire starters were anywhere in the area. Hoping he hadn't drawn to much attention to himself, he fled away from the town in the distance, heading into the canyon.
Graham and Twilight were sitting on what appeared to be a couch, inside a separate room. Applejack was sleeping in a bunk bed, while Spike was on the top bunk, reading a book Twilight gave to him on his birthday not so long ago. Spike could hear chattering, but ignored it.
"So alright, what do you say when I say: "Möchten Sie ein Tasse Tee?"
Twilight looked down, her hoof on her chin in a thinking manner. She looked back at him and said within question: "Ich möchte Tee an. Danke?"
He chuckled and ruffled her hair gently, the feeling of silk present. "That's right! You would say I would like some tea! Now if you didn't want any?" She smiled.
"Nein Danke. Ich bin gut."
Graham gave her a quick hug and looked towards the young mare, a proud smile across his face. "You're learning fast! I didn't think you would really understand how to speak some German for at least another month and get down the basic comprehension skills for it.
She giggled a bit, feeling quite flattered. "I'm just that intelligent." She said with her ego showing. Graham held her hoof, his thumb caressing it.
"I know you are. You're the smartest girl I've ever met, really. You're a very beautiful one, too."
He wanted to make her feel special, and that's exactly what he did. Even if his compliments weren't so original, he still got what he wanted: a blushing mare.
"That's very sweet of you to say, Graham. I don't think I've ever had anypony say that. I'm not exactly the most popular mare with the stallions. Most of the time, they prefer Rarity, or even Rainbow Dash." She said rather weakly. Graham didn't like it when his friends beat themselves up over little things like relationships, and Twilight was no different.
"Twilight, you shouldn't be saying that. You shouldn't have to worry about making anypony feel attracted to you. I was the same way, Twilight. I'm not great with women. I dated a few of them, and look how it went. You have a lot going for you. You are beautiful, and I do say that other stallions are either stupid, or never took the time to really know you." he said with complete honesty.
Twilight had upon her face the most intense blush Graham had seen on her in a while. He enjoyed making her feel this way. It wasn't exactly common for her to tint her purple fur to a fine shade of red, but when she did, He couldn't help but feel good. He enjoyed just making her feel special. To him, she was perfect. From how intelligent she was, to her personality. To him, her beauty was also on the inside, not just outside.
Many would say that back on earth, a human and animal would be blasphemous, but in his eyes, she wasn't an animal, far from it, in fact. None of the ponies felt like that to him at all. She felt just like him.
It didn't take long for the train to make its destination. As soon as they jumped off the cab, feeling of dryness hit him. The sun was directed upon them like it had some sort of grudge. its heat was especially heavy on this site.
They started walking towards the town, the sound of chattering getting closer and closer. As they headed towards the noise, they saw what appeared to be a crowd of ponies arguing about something.
"No! Don't you get it? Those diamond dogs did it! Snapped poor old colt Jenkins's neck!"
"It wasn't diamond dogs, you dope! I saw it with my own good eye! It was a gorilla with a metal arm!"
There was chattering left and right about something going on, and the party wanted to investigate. But a pony's neck was snapped? This could only mean the human was skilled in assassinating. And that didn't go well in Graham's mind at all.
"Hey, what exactly is going on?" Applejack shouted towards the townsfolk, Braeburn looked over and smiled.
"Applejack! It's good to see y'all agai-" He stopped in his tracks to see Graham and backed away.
"The gorilla! It brought more!" one pony said in the back as the rest of them scattered in different directions. Now THAT pissed him off.
"I am not a fucking gorilla, you brainless dolts! I'm a human! Huuumaaan! You assholes, stop running!" His words fell upon deaf ears as they made a beeline in the opposite direction.
"Don't let them get to you, they don't know exactly what you are. I can personally educate them on what you are once we find your friend." Twilight assured.
"I don't even know who this person IS. How do I even know if he's SANE, I mean, did you hear? Neck SNAPPED. " Applejack could only roll her eyes.
"They always exaggerate everythin'. I bet Old colt Jenkins is fi-" She let out a shrill shriek that she would usually never let out, but what she saw made an exception. She saw that the chattering was true: Old Colt Jenkins had his head twisted the complete wrong direction. And above all that was the sight of blood.
"Oh my...Dear Celestia..." Twilight's eyes were fixated on the scene. Graham took the time to investigate anything that could've been left behind. About a few seconds passed by when Graham called the three over. Spike had his eyes closed the entire time; the purple dragon knew Twilight would've told him to close them the whole time anyhow.
"Looks like a piece of cloth. Something from a shirt? And there's blood trailin' outta here. So he or she's hoofin' it that-a-way." He explained as he pointed towards a blood trail Gypsy was sniffing. Luckily, the dirt didn't hide the blood drips away from their eyes. They dripped in random spots, but enough to make a clear path.
"He...or she looks like he was heading towards..." Applejack trailed off as she looked upon the giant mountains of rock and gasped. "The canyon...he went towards the canyon! Over there's where the buffalo are! If he trespasses their land...he's done fer!"
"Ok, hold the damn phone, I thought the buffalo were, you know, NICE." Graham addressed. Applejack held him off with her hoof to stop him.
"The buffalo are nice folk n' all, but even still, they don't like trespassers. If they find whoever's on their sacred ground..." She trailed off until she and Gypsy bolted towards where this mystery human walked off to, leaving the three in the dust.
"W-Wait! Applejack, don't leave us stranded here!" Twilight hollered as the group followed in her wake. So many thoughts ran through Applejack's mind while she hurried towards the human's possible location.
"What if he 'r she's bleedin' out? Or got caught by a pack o' wild predators? Or bein' held hostage by those buffalo? We can't sit here 'n hope the guy 'r gal survives!" She yelled behind her as she found the energy to run as fast as she could, her powerful hooves that were made for bucking apples were coming in handy for her cause of alarm.
Twilight didn't want to say anything, but she felt the exact same way, despite what happened to the Old Colt Jenkins. She figured that this particular human was scared, and was trying to defend himself from any possible threat it thought would come by. The body of the deceased colt would be taken care of by the townsfolk; a proper burial would be made.
For Graham, he had no idea how to think. This person just snapped the neck of a pony backwards, got caught under some pile of heavy wood, got hurt, managed to lift the massive weight off himself, and just ran off. He knew absolutely nothing about whoever he was trying to find, but he knew one for certain: this particular person was dangerous.
The man was seriously injured; his wound that was a bright gash upon his back was gushing blood more and more by the minute. Checking his surroundings, he took note of everything he saw, from the canyon he was walking into, to the sun blazing overhead. He knew that if he didn't find shelter and attend to his injuries, he would be doomed to die in a foreign land, where nobody would find his body.
He walked for a good hour or two before he collapsed upon a stray boulder that was in the way of his beeline towards anything with shade. He gingerly leaned against the rock, wincing in pain.
"God fucking damnit..." He groaned to himself as he started to sit down, taking advantage of the shadow that was by the boulder. Hunger pangs drove at him, and dehydration paired with bleeding out was threatening him. His vision was cloudy, and his sudden thirst was driving him mad. He started hearing everything clearly; his survival instincts had kicked into gear. It was his last ditch effort in emergency situations, but he had no adrenaline to act on. He knew he would soon blank out within a few minutes.
Just as he predicted, his eyes began to grow heavy. He tried to fight off the urge to close his eyelids, but his willpower was utterly worn out from exhaustion. Just as he was about to fall into unconsciousness, he felt a slight rumble of the earth underneath him, and the clashing of hoof and rock were heard. He couldn't turn to see what the source was, but based on the growing intensity of the vibrations, he knew it was heading toward his direction. Before his eyes closed completely, he heard murmuring as several figures came into his field of vision, surrounding him in a tight circle. He couldn't figure out who, or rather what, they were, before his mind slipped into darkness.
Not far away, the gang was hightailing it towards the canyon, the blood trail, despite soaking into the ground, was getting bigger and bigger.
"C'mon, y'all! We might be close!" The orange mare commanded as she continued on, feeling no fatigue in her rush to find this other human.
Twilight and Graham, on the other hand, were beat, and didn't have the energy to keep moving. Spike was happily carried the entire way, and Twilight was even more exhausted because of this.
"Can we take a break, PLEASE?" Graham called out as he stopped to take a breather. Twilight shook Spike off of her back and fell on the sun-warmed ground, panting profusely.
"We just can't! That poor critter might be ser'sly injured!" She exclaimed as she stopped in her tracks, holding a trot in place.
"Ok, first of all, WE'RE NOT CRITTERS. We're FUCKING HUMANS! Second, we've been running nonstop, and my feet are KILLING me, unless you wanna carry a fat guy like me around in search o' this guy or girl, I say just hold it and let us rest a few minutes." He said between breaths. Applejack rolled her eyes as the two sat down comfortably.
"Alright, ya got five minutes b'fore we hit the search again. Make it count." She huffed as she plopped down on the ground in front of them.
About a few moments passed when Spike piped up.
"Applejack, why're you so keen on finding this human? We don't even know what happened to it." Applejack snorted at those words. They might have just been insults to her ears.
"You make it sound like y'all wan' give up, before we even started! I wan' find this "Human" because I'm not goin' back to the princess without it, and have fresh blood on mah hooves, just because ya'll don' wanna keep goin'! If I hafta do it alone, ah will!"
"Hold your horses, Applejack! We never said we wanna quit! Don't go pushin' THAT on me like that! We're just not as physically fit as you. You've been apple bucking for Celestia knows how long, and we've never did a marathon like this! We're not machines, Applejack, you gotta understand that!" Graham spurted with venom in his voice. The mare jumped back, feeling the sting of his words.
"Look, Ah'm sorry fer pushin' you like this, but I don't wanna find a dead body in the canyon. This human might still be alive in there, beggin' fer help. And if that's not enough, he 'r she might've been caught by those buffalo down the other end o' the canyon, the same one led bah that Chief Thunderhooves feller. Now I know ah said him and his tribe 'r nice and all, but a trespasser's a trespasser, no matter who it'd be. I want to find him 'r her before it's too late." She said as she lifted herself from the ground. The others didn't feel as rested as they had hoped , but they would use what energy they were given from the break to hustle.
"Guter Herr, das wird ein langer Tag ..." Graham muttered as his feet carried him onward into the canyon itself.
The sound of drums were heard, and his eyes were slowly getting lighter by the second. The man felt alot better than he had felt before.
He slowly looked around. he was surrounded by what appeared to be some sort of tent. He took notice of the soft bedding he was covered by, and the strange figure walking over to him...or rather, trotting.
"Nice to see you are awake, friend. Are you alright?"
The voice was hazy, but he was able to understand it. He slowly nodded as the creature's form was starting to become clear: He was talking to a bison.
"What...the..." Was all he could mutter as he was stopped short by a stray hoof.
"I wouldn't speak if I were you, you're not exactly in the best condition to be moving or straining any muscles. I have something to help you feel better." The voice sounded feminine, but tough. He knew it was a female.
The bison grabbed a spoon from the bowl she carried over and placed it near his mouth. He couldn't complain really; he was saved from death's grip. He slowly opened his mouth to take in whatever substance she was giving him, when a sour taste filled his senses. He swallowed despite this, washing the foul substance down with his saliva.
"It's a special stew our herbalist made to help heal the gash on your back..."
That's right, the gash... The man thought to himself as he took the stew from her, sitting upright with what energy he had to take on this weird-tasting goop.
"Tell me, what...are you?" The small bison questioned as he looked at her. Surprisingly, he felt a lot more calm than he did with that strange colt...
"I don't answer to strangers." The man said somewhat coldly.
"I'm sorry. I'm called Little Strongheart." She reached out a hoof. The man smirked a little before finally answering her original question.
"I'm a human. You don't have any of my kind around here?" He watched as she put a hoof to her furry chin.
"I've never seen your kind around our lands before. Do you have a herd yourself that you can go to?"
He sighed a bit. Great, I'm in a place of talking horses and bison. Just wonderful. What kind of drugs did I take?
About a few moments passed before he answered her question with a simple "No."
She only frowned. "But...where did you come from?"
"...New York..."
The frown deepened. "I've never heard of this 'New York'. Are you from another place in Equestria? Is this 'York' part of a city?"
The man shifted slightly, moving into a more comfortable position before bringing his hand up to his forehead. And apparently nothing I know exists here. This is one hell of an acid trip...
"Well?" A larger bison asked as he walked over to the mind-blown human. "What's he doing here?"
"I still don't know, he's pretty quiet. We probably need to give him some time to rest." Little Stongheart replied to her elder.
"Allow me to speak with him then." The human raised his tired eyes to stare into the eyes of his newest interrogator.
"Strange creature, why have you trespassed on our sacred land?" his voice rumbled in an authoritative manner. The human sighed, sitting up as straight as he could to show the property owner he respected him.
"I apologize sir. I was merely in search of rest and recuperation. I was in a scuffle, as you can see... And did not fare well."
"Why did you not seek shelter with the equines? Surely that would have been easier than seeking us out."
"I don't believe the equine folk would be very... accepting of me at the moment." The man was tense, his eyes dangerously glinting and sending a small thread of fear through the large village elder, though it quickly turned to irritation.
"Do not presume that telling half-truths will help you. We are a patient kind, but have little tolerance for these games of words and eyes you play." Thoughts of lies flitted through the man's brain, but honesty was probably the key in this situation.
"I made a grievous mistake and accidentally murdered one of the equines you speak of. I had no id-" The man was cut off by a snarl from the elder buffalo.
"Murderer! You are stained with blood, and now you dare to seek shelter with us? We will not stand for such a thing!" The man looked at Little Strongheart for assistance, but she now bore the same contempt and fury on her features that the rest of the buffalo did. Adrenaline began to flow through his veins again, and the man stumbled to his feet, the sound of stomping hoofs making his nerves shake. He turned back to the elder, who shot steam out his nose.
The elder lashed out with his front hooves, trying to splatter the human against the ground. He was surprised though, as the human, despite his injured condition, stepped back lightning fast.
"Cleanse our lands! Wipe this stain from us before we are forever cursed!" The elder bellowed. The herd started to move in on the man, intent on avenging the dead. The man's eyes darted around, assessing the deadly situation before they fell on Little Strongheart. She had yet to dash towards him, and in fact might of been a little hesitant.
He immediately shifted behind her, wrapping his robotic arm around her neck and hoisting her slightly off the ground. Her hooves grasped at his arm, trying to make him let go, but to no avail.
"Stop!" The elder cried, and immediately the herd stopped charging, the dust from what little movement they had taken slowly settling. The human stared directly at the elder.
"You will allow me to leave your herd, or I will snap your Little Strongheart's neck in less than two seconds. And don't think I can't." The small bison quaked with fear, through with struggling against the man's ridiculously strong grip.
"You will do no such thing! Release her or your own life is forfeit!" the chieftain was angry, on the verge of charging once more.
"At least I'll take her out with me then, eh old bison?" The man said condescendingly.
The two stood staring into each other's eyes, locked at a standstill. A buffalo shifted occasionally, but this only made the human tighten his grip on the small beast in his grip until she squealed for air, making the buffalo back down once more. They stepped back, and finally the elder relented and nodded to his herd. They meticulously parted, leaving an alley for the man to walk through. The man adjusted his grip on Little Strongheart and walked out of the circle of bison. He hardly showed the intense pain flowing through him, the occasional grunt only heard by the bison he was holding.
He managed to back away from the entire herd, when he suddenly heard a slightly softer set of hoof steps. No sooner then when he had detected the noise, did he feel his back bend in the wrong direction and his already aggravated shoulder burst into more pain. The human dropped the bison he was holding, flying into the ground and face planting into the rock ground. The distraction was enough for the buffalo, and they began pawing at the ground before charging directly at him.
The man tried to get back up, but her was too slow to get out of the herd's path. He closed his eyes and accepted his death, or perhaps the release from his acid trip...
...Right before a solid and fast-moving object collided with him yet again, sending him flying well and away back into the ground. He felt the object land on top of him, yet he resisted making any noises. He was actually in too much pain to really make sense of the world around him. "Fucking hell, it isn't a god damn acid trip!"
He felt the object lift itself off of him, and through his pain he heard a muffled voice. "Ya...ight...the..." It seemed to be asking a question, but between the accent and his agony-muffled hearing, he couldn't make it out. The man was gently rolled over, a patch of orange tinged with blonde coming into his vision. The pain was becoming much too much as he felt gravel dig itself into his shoulder as he was rolled over. Finally, he gave up, and let himself succumb to the darkness.
The man laid upon the ground in an unconscious heap between the orange mare and the bison. Both parties looked down at the man and then looked back at each other.
"O-Oops..." Exclaimed Applejack as the buffalo started to step towards them, their anger made known in their hoofsteps.
"More of these...these murderous creatures? Of what reason would you tag along with that ridiculous beast!" The chief pointed at the human with the tip of his forehoof. Graham could only look at this massive mammal with both fear and annoyance. How dare he tell him he's ridiculous!
"You know what? Shut your whore mouth, you piece of shit! I've been on this goddamn planet for nearly three whole weeks, and just about every single living creature and their fucking grandma has been seeing me as some kinda murderer! Can't somebody just look at me normally, instead of pointing me out as some sorta Jason Voorhees incarnation? And another thing, where the fuck do YOU get off with calling ME RIDICULOUS! HOW. FUCKING. DARE YOU."
Chief Thunderhooves couldn't believe the mouth of this creature. He was a leader! Nopony had ever talked to him like this, let alone raise their voice. He was used to everypony bowing down to his mighty hoof, feeling unworthy to even say the name Thunderhooves, but this was completely different. In fact, he couldn't even fathom what just took place. All he could do was sit and listen. Finally, it was his turn to "talk", but in reality, he would only babble.
"I-I...uh..." He mumbled, confused. The rest of his herd looked toward him, waiting for a retort of sorts, before eventually coming to the conclusion that he had nothing to say. They slowly backed off, to let their leader and the strange creature to be left alone.
"Well? Aren't you gonna say anything? Or babble like you're two years old?" Graham felt his ego finally inflate beyond the size his head. The bison didn't know how to handle something like this, only because he was well respected. The giant shook his head and snorted.
"You! How dare you—" Was all he could say before his verbal opponent went on the attack again.
"Oh hell no, you're not starting this with 'How dare you talk to me like that', I'm sick and tired of every single fucking creature in Equestria's soil lookin' down at me, or calling me psychotic! I've had enough of it, you fucking hear me! I hope you do, because I am NOT having any more of it! I've been looked DOWN upon back on earth, and now here? BULLSHIT! NO. FUCKING. MORE. You will treat me with FUCKING respect, or so help me, I'm gonna do something you'll regret!"
"Like what, creature?" The bison stepped towards him, expecting it to back down. He soon realized that it wasn't about to do that, as this insane... thing stepped towards him. Both had their eyes locked in the struggle for dominance.
"First? I'm gonna knock you the fuck over, and rip your intestines outta you. Then I'm gonna strangle you with 'em! I don't even fucking stop there, I'll rip your still-beating heart outta your chest, and SHOW it to you AS. YOU. DIE." the anger and menace seemed to roll off his body in huge waves of intent.
"...That doesn't even seem possible..." The chief muttered quietly, as his opponent growled.
"You want to prove that wrong?" He hissed, the venom of his words stinging his ears. The Chief really didn't feel it was a good idea to provoke this creature further. The other creature had mentioned it killed a pony, and it was wounded. He had no idea of what a fully capable one of them could do. It may actually have been able to fulfill its threats...
"I grow tired of bickering. We will give you five minutes to leave, and if you do not do as we say, we will give chase." Thunderhooves waved his hoof dismissively, "Take your creature and go. I only ask that you avoid killing any of us, else there will be consequences."
"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Graham leered, "Take your fucking headdress, and GET LOST!"
The chieftain shook his head and gestured for the herd of bison to leave. The departed in a large cloud of dust and the rumbling of hooves that shook the ground. Twilight and Applejack checked the unconscious human over while Graham continued to taunt the bison from afar.
"What do ya think, Twi?" Applejack asked, "Can ya get 'im on his feet again?" She nudged the human's strange looking arm, wondering where the strange appendage had come from.
"I can try," Twilight responded, "But I can't say what his reaction will be when he wakes up. He may very well attack us. Don't you think we should wait until we get back to, at the very least, Appleloosa, before we wake him up?"
"Do it, Twi. Ah can't bear ta see 'im like this any more."
The unicron nodded, closing her eyes, preparing to rouse the human. Her horn lit up as she prepared the spell...