Author's Note: And we are back! So I realised that I forgot to mention who skipper is in chapter 2, and Skipper is essentially a nickname for Lieutenant Roger Hudson. This is the third chapter of the story, and for everyone who has been viewing this story, please favourite it. Me and my cowriter are going to have a deal in which if we reach at least 10 favourites, I'll get a CSGO skin. thanks! - FelixTheHelix

Felix Verdun POV

The moment I heard the sound of the AK, I knew our the day fucked. The sound of the Russian AR reported throughout the town, and I could hear a shit ton of screams.

"Roger, we have a problem." I muttered over to him.

"No shit Felix. I think we have a anarchist to take care of." Roger replied, as he unslung his HK 416.

"how the hell did he get in here?" I muttered, as I unslung my modified SG-553 and pulled back the charging handle. We moved down the street with caution as we reached where the firing had taken place. there were several broken windows and a crap ton of bullet holes in the walls. I walked down the road, kicking aside empty casings of bullets. It seemed that no one was hurt, but according to the locals, the anarchist had run off into the forest. As we walked around in the forest, I began to speak.

"Can we just toss in a Molotov and set the forest on fire? then we won't have to worry about him." I complained.

"If you do, then your Princess friend is going to come from her castle and shoot you with magical lightning. now shut up and help me look for him." Roger answered, and began following the footprints towards the forest.

"God fucking damnit." I muttered, and I trudged after him. The walk in the forest was a creepy one. All the trees had a creepy look, and we were constantly looking around, with the feeling that we were being watched.

"Can you please rethink about that molotov idea?" I whined, as I tripped over a root and fell face first into the dirt.

"no, but maybe you could just conjure a pair of night vision goggles so you don't trip over your ass." Roger deadpanned, as he walked past me.

"Nah, i think ill just do this." I began concentrating, and my armour reshaped. When I opened my eyes, I could see a complete HUD with the night vision on.

"Yup, ODST armour looks the best." I proudly said to myself, as I picked up my SG-553 and began walking again. Roger said nothing, other than giving me a glance and letting out a sigh. After a hour or so, I peered at the motion tracker that I had installed into the HUD, and saw several red blips blink to life all around us.

"Uhhh Roger? I think we should stop walking…" I slowly spoke, and Roger turned around.

"What is it now? Because if your planning to slow us down just for your fucking molotov idea, Im seriously going to go off without you." Roger shouted.

"Just look around us." I muttered, and as we looked around our perimeter, and we were met with a shitload of green eyes. We slowly walked towards each other until we were back to back. Neither side made a move until one of the creatures jumped out and showed itself. It was a pile of sticks and logs, all formed together to take the shape of a wolf.

"Still not going to allow the molotov idea?" I chirped, and he simply shook his head. Soon, all of the creatures had jumped out and we were now surrounded by thirty of them.

"Can I at least conjure a fucking flamethrower? That would be great." I muttered, and Roger shook his head again.

"We can't risk setting the entire forest on fire. If we do, Ponyville might get caught and burst into flames." Roger slowly spoke, as he moved his gaze on all of the creatures.

"You know what? Fuck this!" I shouted, as I unclipped my bayonet and flipped it, transforming it into a Roman Gladius and charged at them.

"Victory and Glory to Rome!"

"Damnit Felix!" Roger yelled at me as he began firing bursts into the crowd of creatures. I charged with the blade posed as the first one pounced at me. I made a single clean cut, and it's log body split in half. I looked at the remaining wolves.

"Bring it, motherfuckers." I challenged, as I got ready for a fight.

Skipper POV

Felix was insane. We don't even know anything about these creatures. They could be sentient beings, and we were just committing genocide on an entire group. Meanwhile, I was busy firing round after round at the incoming wolves, kicking away any that got too close. Felix looked like he was having the time of his life. He was slashing and stabbing at the wolves and cutting them in half, and yelling a war cry at the same time. Eventually, I fired at the last creature, and it crumbled into a pile of wood. With the barrel of my gun still smoking, I turned to Felix.

"Don't ever start a fight again without thinking. We don't know what they are capable of, especially because we don't even know if they are sentient or not." I explained, As Felix pulled a branch off the katana.

"Hey, at least we killed all of these fuckers. Now they won't surprise us anymore." Felix flipped his Katana, turning it back into a bayonet and clipping it back into his gun.

"Are you ever going to listen to me?" I deadpanned, and Felix just looked at me.

"I guess not." I muttered, and turned around, just in time to see the pile of wood from the creatures form together into a giant bipedal wolf.

"Oh shit."

"Can I use the molotov now?"

Felix Verdun POV

I knew we were fucked the moment I saw the giant wolf looking down at us. Without thinking, I conjured a match and lit it.

"What are you doing Felix?" Roger whispered to me, as I began to move my arm backwards.

"Easy, Roger. Operation Firestorm is about to commence." I then threw the match as hard as I could at the wolf and grabbed Roger.

"Now we fucking run." We both turned and broke into a running stride, as the light behind us grew brighter. I stopped and turned around, just in time to have my night vision flare and see a massive burning frame of a creature crumble to ashes as the forest grew dark once again.

"Holy Shit! I started a bonfire!" I shouted with glee, as Roger turned around to see a pile of ash.

"Okay, so I guess the fire idea would have worked. Why didn't you do it sooner?" Roger demanded, as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the prick that kept saying, don't use fire, it will burn down the entire fucking forest?"

"Okay, I get it. no need to rub it in." Roger muttered, as he checked his remaining magazines.

"Soooo…. Should we keep looking for our middle eastern friend or just leave this forest?" I questioned.

"We are going to keep looking. Who knows what could happen if this anarchist got out of the forest into another kingdom. A war could start if he offered to fight." Roger explained.

"Okay then. LEEEEEEEROYY JEEEENNNNKINS!" I shouted, and ran deeper into the forest.

"Goddamnit Felix!" Roger shouted at me, as he ran as well. I kept running through the forest, hauling ass until I got the breath knocked out of me by a fucking tree branch.

"Owwwww…. My gut…." I moaned, as I heaved myself back to my feet and looked around. I could see a clearing just up ahead, along with a campfire.

"I guess our little buddy is here." I muttered to myself, as I waited for Roger to arrive. He arrive three minutes later, breathing a bit heavily as he caught up.

"Don't ever fucking do that again, goddamnit. I almost lost you." He panted, and I motioned for him to stay quiet. I unpolarised my helmet and mouthed, Tango spotted, and pointed at the bushes. He mouthed back, got it. I then proceeded to draw out a plan in the dirt with a stick. Roger nodded at my plan, and we began to carry it out. I unpinned a flashbang and tossed it over our heads towards the anarchist, and we both jumped out of the bushes. Roger kicked the AK away as I tied up the still stunned anarchist with some pretty durable rope.

"Check him for a knife, just in case. We don't want him to be free again." Roger instructed, and I dug around his pockets to find a butterfly knife.

"Hehehe, Finders keepers." I grinned to myself, as I flipped the knife open and shut it again.

"Goddamn government dogs! Why can't you just leave us alone?" The anarchist shouted, while squinting his eyes.

"Well, one thing is, we aren't government dogs, well I guess technically I am, considering Im the one in command of a newly made army, but other than that, no, we had zero intentions of going after you. Honestly, I was ready to just toss a molotov into the forest and see you running out screaming." I said with a malicious grin, as Roger cleared his throat.

"What he means is that we believed that you had harmful intentions and still believe so. You can prove us wrong by explaining yourself and how you got here, or my buddy can just empty about thirty rounds into your body."

"Okay, okay, just don't shoot me, okay? I was with my buddies and we were going to blow up skyscraper, but someone must have tipped them off, because we all got shot before we could get in. I know i died, but…. why am I still alive?" He asked us, and we both looked at each other warily.

"Well, first of all, your in a land of a humanoid race of ponies, who are fairly old in terms of technology. Also, magic exists here, so that reply actually is valid. Also, the government here is a oligarchy, with two ruling princesses that have the ability to strike you down without even being a few hundred miles from you, so if you ever escape, I can just tell them about your past and you will most likely die a slow and painful death." I chirped, while playing with the anarchists knife.

"Hey! Gimme that! thats my knife!"

"Yeah, well fuck you too. Its mine now." I replied, as I began to put it into my pack.

"Felix, just give him back the fucking knife." Roger replied, while casually stuffing several magazines into his pocket.

"Ughh… fine. Have your fucking knife back." I tossed it at him, which he caught.

"thanks. I needed that." He said as he stood up, with the ropes still tied on him.

"A little help with these ropes?"

"ummm, i dunno…." I akwardly replied with a sheepish look on my face. Suddenly, We heard a roar and the sound of footsteps from a few meters away from us. We barely had time to back away from the terrorist as a Drakon with unusual fiery purple eyes popped out of a bush and chomped on the terrorist.

"Oh shit! Open fire!" I yelled, as I began unloading onto the Drakon. Roger began burst firing with his HK, as we emptied bullets into the Drakon. The bullets didn't do a single thing other than make his eyes change orange, and he gave us a confused look as we stopped firing.

"Dafuq?" I said out loud, as the Drakon turned and slithered away.

"Sooo…. The Drakon eats our Anarchist and switches eye colour and bails. great." Roger responded, shaking his head.

"Now we can't get any information."

"At least we got rid of the Anarchist!" I chirped cheerfully, as I conjured a mountain dew six pack and offered him a bottle. Roger seemed to be really deep in his thoughts, because he grabbed the mountain dew and drank from it with the same look the entire time.

"We should probably head home now. we need to tell them what happened. And this forest gives me the creeps…" I spoke, and we began our trek home.