Rarity is sitting at her sewing table with both hooves firmly pressed against the red velvet of Sin's new attire, sweating breaking from the tip of her chin, as she was extremely nervous about ruining her first chance to create something bold and unique for his figure. It is the ample chance to test herself and see if she really is the Fashion Master her friends, family—especially customers—pronounce her to be. It was barely noon when she finished the measurements and started on the pants. No lunch. No drink. Nothing but the sound of her machine pushing fine thread through the left leg. She did not want to be bothered or distracted by anyone or anything in this time of self-testing. Sweetie Belle was not even allowed inside the room to help her move fabric after fabric to the machine. She was left to accompany Rose Spark in the bedroom to play with the cooing blob of silver.
Or so they did. . .
"Your dad is super weird." Sweetie Belle states at the front window, wiping the foggy texture away a third time as the red-mane unicorn tilts her head at her sweating father.
"That's an understatement." Rose Spark said flatly before blowing a few strands of her mane from between her eyes. She needed a short trim or a bow to pull back her mane. It was already long enough that she can't see properly. All that curly volume blocks her right eye, giving a sweet yet strange appearance most ponies find cute.
Other than his spontaneous decision to milk what little time he has to himself into a short training session, Sin's afternoon started with much flair, although it did not have to in the first place. For once in his life, he was glad to have a small audience watch him exercise in the winter, with every ounce of his experience flying at him for the kill. . . something that no pony in this town would call normal or a strange part of his behavior. No, it was beyond that. It was very bizarre.
But he is a man of many strong qualities, of course, and enjoys the idea of making his own sparring partners attempt to kill him with everything they have. Sadly, worrying about his own well-being never took precedence, which is what made the situation all the more interesting for the fillies watching his every move.
With nothing else to do and Rarity convinced that he is right outside, Sin quickly entered his own little world of training and made every second count as though his life depends on no mistakes being made. Since the snow is not going to stop in a few days, he made sure the enchantment of his blade built a barrier large enough for him to train inside. Snow touched this barrier and melted in an instant as the sounds of his 'partners' were kept in. With no other element to use for his training—magical element that is—he borrowed the aid of his inhabitantsto work on the reaction and speed of his body.
Veering to the left, he saves himself from a blow to the head and strafes to the right before the shadow of himself helps the light version by thrusting a strong kick to the midsection. This all takes places at a speed the fillies cannot see. The most they can make out of Sin's training is something has him on the defensive. There were moments where he disappeared, reappeared, and attacked in the blink of an eye with both strangers talking to him in different voice. The shadow spoke with a voice that is deep and malevolent—so Sweetie Belle and Rose Spark believe—while the bright copy speaks in a much more gentle and slightly feminine tone.
"Breaking a sweat in the first fifteen minutes, Sin. I'm disappointed." the shadow mocked, thrusting his palm at the man's chest while he is distracted. Sin takes that statement to heart and feels a chip made to his pride as the palm coming his way channels dark magic to each fingertip. Small orbs of black fire hiss as the immortal sees them one second too late and feels the impact explode right in the middle of his chest, sending him into the barrier at lightning speed.
Recovery or using the enemy's power against them is thrown aside when Sin realizes through the edge of pain in his back he crashed into the wall. The shockwave forces him to cough some blood as he falls to his knees, clenching every muscle to resist the agony that comes with the spell his teacher used. He grits his teeth and growls before standing up to the brothers in front of him, his eyes shifting to their demonic change as the barriers fluxes to repair itself.
The shadowy Sin crosses his arms and grunts, aggravated that his pupil is still unable to do what they showed him years ago. "You may be an expert at bodily thinking, but you're not a master at it; and that is what will kill you, eventually." the shadow scolded brutally, chipping at Sin's pride again as his brother takes on an understanding smile. "If you have been practicing like you should, you would have dodged that and have taken me out with a simple chop to the back of my neck. You had every opportunity to use that opening. . . and you blew it."
Sin looked down to the snowy ground and sighed, begrudgingly accepting the harsh truth. He always hates it when his dark master weighs his mind with the truth. It absolutely pisses him off, but what can he say to excuse his inability to perfect the lesson?
He can't.
"A thousand years of training. My magic and experience as a fighter. The Gods of Light and Darkness; and I still cannot hit you." he tells himself during the rest of his master's scolding. He looks up to both gods and shakes his head in confusion and denial. "This should be easy and simple, but I can't hit either of you. How—after pushing my own limits and my own magic—am I unable to hit you?"
"You know the answer to that question, Sin." the light Sin said, giving the man a look that says Are you really asking us such a dumb question? Sin did not want to admit it, but they were right. He knows the answer, but wants to deny it with every ounce of his moral fiber just to heal what damage is done to his ego. It hurts in a way that no one can understand. It burns his soul and makes everything about him seem meaningless, because they ARE better than him.
"If you two are so powerful, why make me carry the burden of protecting this world?" Sin stands up, panting from the overheat of his magic. The cutie marks on his chest glow for a couple of second as the snow on his body and in his hair melt and evaporate, indicating to his teachers how intense the heat of his power has become.
"Why, Dark Rai? Why, Holy Nova?" he asks in his own upset, receiving neutral stares from both gods. He starts becoming skeptic of his purpose, almost apprehensive of being the immortal he is. "I mean, really, is there any point to me trying when you two can take over and bring Equus to a better peace?"
"Sin, you know for a fact that my brother and I cannot and will not do your job for you." Holy Nova said, crossing his arms while there is still enough magic in their forms to remain on this plane. "Our powers may still be our own, but our souls remain attached to this world through your body."
"And surprisingly, neither of you have tried destroying my soul and taking over my body." Sin laughs lightly at his own words, and then sighs at the depressing thought of being inferior after all these years. "I just don't understand why everything I must perfect requires doing what I despise so much."
"There is no shame in having pride of who you are," Dark Rai told the man with a weak smile, which is strange since the God of Darkness rarely smiles. "But staying the same will not help you overcome the obstacles that stand in your way."
"Not unless I hit it as hard as I can." Sin chirped in a sarcastic tone. Dark Rai and Holy Nova sighed in disappointment of their pupil's arrogance and begin to wonder if there is any hope of him accepting the truth. Holy Nova rubs the temples of his head, fighting the migraine that always comes with training the scarred human.
"Sin. . ." he pauses, finding the best way to illiterate what he means to say. ". . . Defeating a god is something nopony can do unless they are the same. A mortal defeating a god is impossible. It's like seeing a Timberwolf fight an Ursa Major, the two are completely different in every category; and what you are hope to accomplish cannot be done while in the form you keep. You may be immortal, but staying human is not going to help you surpass us."
"He's right," Dark Rai nods, remembering a very old battle he and Holy Nova saw and felt through Sin. He still has trouble believing the human that was afraid to change turned into a god for an entire hour. All those years ago. . . "And reaching the next level of our power requires you changing into a—"
"No!" Sin points directly at the Dark God, scowling so deeply it scorches his facial muscles. "Don't even say the damn word. I don't want to hear it from either of you. You both know I will never turn into that piece of shit again."
"Even though the change will make amplify our power through your body ten fold?" Holy Nova questioned, raising an eyebrow at the man. "Pretty foolish of you, boy; especially when the nine tomes will be at your command in that form."
"And let us not forget the discharge level of your magic skyrocketing to a measly one point—three million; and that is without using the first stage of your burst." Dark Rai adds, just so Sin is backed into the corner by the facts. Sin scoffs the suggestion and flicks a patch of dirt off his shoulder.
"Being a god is just an excuse to hide away the shame of being who you are;" Sin shook his head, rejecting what they have to offer so generously, before stretching his limbs to resume the training. "And I have no shame being a human. I've come this far as who I am, and I'll keep going further as the same man."
"But what will you do when there is somepony stronger than you?" Dark Rai asks, curious about the circumstances of Sin's arrogant outtake to the future before them. Sin just chuckles and braces his stance, compressing his magic into a boost of speed and agility.
"Then I will push myself; and if that is not enough, I'll just improvise."
Holy Nova smacked his own forehead. "Ignorance is bliss, but arrogance is blunt when it comes to you."
With nothing else to argue about, the two gods resumed their training—or harsh beating—with the man, so, hopefully, he would have some sense knocked into him. Dark Rai took the offensive approach like he always does and prepared a series of spells for Sin to deflect or dodge. He was a bit more hasty in removing the restraints and armaments to his dark magic, releasing a large flow of disturbing power through his human-shaped form.
He chuckled as the first spell glows dimly in his eyes, something the immortal human took as a bad sign and readied himself by hardening the closings of his stance.
"Let's see if you learn this time." the shadowy god mused, raising his hand and throwing it to the slightly nervous human. Sin saw how the spell is going to release as the stirring instinct in his body took hold, his mind disconnected while the spell whined through Dark Rai's fingertips.
"I love this spell." the God of Darkness chuckled, pointing the spell to Sin. "Dark Tome: Black Ice!"
Sin's mind goes blank during the eruption of Dark Rai's power. The beams of frozen blackness soar at him with a speed his eyes may barely see. Time seemed to slow down during the mild burst and his heart raced with every second of it, leaving him in a familiar rush of magic induced adrenaline. He knew the spell was strong enough to impale or completely freeze his body; and that is what made it all the better to try and deflect it. He loves how his body grew tense yet so very shaky under the weight of his internal reaction. He smiles at the spell.
It inches closer to him. Second after second of ignorant bliss to a challenge sets his scarred heart on fire and gives him a chill more powerful than the most chilling of spells. It shows through his eyes and hair by shifting into the feeling of death coming his way. His eyes and hair shift into a deep blue, so blue he seems to carry an ocean in them, but that is what makes him feel so disturbed.
Between the processing and thinking about his next move, Sin's reaction comes to light as an alarm to a second wave of magic touching his sensory. The wave of magic overpowers Dark Rai's spell, dispelling it before he can realize there is another presence close to them. It was not Holy Nova stopping him, for there was no discharge level coming from him and the wave impacting their bodies is triple the normal rate of a unicorn's magic.
Dragging his gaze toward the burst of magic and balancing his discharge level throughout his figure, his muscles no longer defined in the size of his control, a true testament to the control he has over the power of his inhabitants.
"What the hell . . ." he broke off at the second wave and a large beam of red rocketing somewhere on the outskirts of Ponyville. Truthfully, he was shocked and a little scared by the mysterious owner of that beam. It has been so long since a strong enemy came his way, but this caliber of magic he senses with ease has yet to come close to its peak. Whoever this mystery creature is, they certainly have a unique way of introducing themselves to the world.
"That's all the tomes put together." Holy Nova pointed out, turning to the immortal human before the remainder of their session ended with him and Dark Rai returning where they belong. Those who actually listened to the seismic release poked their heads through their doors and windows.
Winter was still happening, but the clouds were misaligned and misshaped. Sin knew this could not be ignored. This was a strange crisis and it has to be dealt with swift action before something terrible happens, though there was still the fact of Rose Spark being inside the house and with two ponies they just met. If it was not for Rarity still be a complete stranger, Sin would be running as fast as he can to the anomaly , but he can't leave his daughter alone when she has little trust in him. This spurred an internal conflict of being a father to a broken filly and a guardian to the worried citizens staring at him right now. Most of the ponies know he is the guard and expect him to make a hasty decision for their safety.
"Shit," he growled as the door to Rarity's house opens. Rose Spark steps outside and into the snow with Sin's cloak around her for warmth, but the harsh chills of this terrible season slither through as blistering winds and nip every inch of her fur. She begins to shiver whilst approaching the conflicted man for comfort and reassurance. She knew something was very wrong, but what?
"Mr. Sin," Rose Spark rears up and pushes the side of Sin's leg to gain his attention. She receives a deep look from her father and is quickly scooped up by her barrel while the sword piercing the ground is called for by his other hand. It shakes for a second, sparks with the power of every tyrant its consumed, and breaks free, soaring to its master.
Sin took the advantage of Rose Spark coming to him. He summoned his sheath, closed it over Setsuna, and then tucked every nook and cranny of Rose's body with the cloak before whispering an incantation to help her withstand the frozen winds.
"Hang on tightly Rose," he said very sternly, sprinting towards the red beam as it disappeared. Luckily he has the exact location of where it originated. "And when we get there, do everything I tell you. Don't argue or give me lip, because I have no idea if what that magic is dangerous or not."
Strong imprints of Sin's trail were left as evidence to the strength he possesses, a sign to those who saw them how powerful their new guard is. He strafed from house to house, kicking large mounds of snow to the doors and windows for lack of control and consideration, but he did not give a damn about burying others in snow. The only thing that matters right now is reaching where the beam came from.
So many thoughts went through his mind, each having worse possibility than the last. He worries that someone is hurt or a new foe is attacking an innocent creature for their own amusement. What if it was a monster released for dark purposes? These thoughts drove him to increase his speed, but something stopped him, something he barely caught a glimpse of. The corner of his eye was just enough to catch a blue figure running the opposite direction and make him come to a stop. He felt the warmth of his breath go cold as the figure stopped with a flap of her wings.
Mind boggled, skin crawling uncontrollably, breath shaky. Sin felt the world stop around him with that one glimpse of his eye connecting with hers just before it was too late and became uneasy with her presence so close. He could feel a strong tug of magic pull him to the mare as she felt the same, but at a much deeper meaning. She was excited yet afraid to turn around and face the man, so afraid her hooves went numb. This was the first time they'd seen one another in a millennia, but it is all her fault that separation destroyed them both. She vaguely stares at the ground and tries to collect herself, but the strong musk of her mate overcomes the cold child in her nose and forces her to remember why this is happening.
A blink, then a short gasp as the memory returns, and the nervous mare is seeing her biggest mistake replay in her mind. The screams of his pain tear at her mind and claw for escape, but she would not let them overtake her. She shakes her head and pushes aside the fear whilst listening to the man's voice drift to her folded ears.
". . . Luna." Sin turns around, with Rose Spark still in his arm and sees for the first time a blue mane sparkling over a beautiful face as snow covers her, inch by inch. The heaviness of his regret becomes nothing, and he stands there in disbelief of his old lover having her back turned to him.
Luna chuckled to Sin's voice, tears forming in the corners as she smiles happily yet sadly, something she thought to be prepared for after flying all this way just to see if he is alive. But she was not the least prepared for her mate to speak so calmly; even though the mistake should be a punishment of him despising or hating every fiber of her well-being, the tenderness of his voice told her differently. She could hear how stunned he is, and it brought joy rather than fear. For she was certain the father of her foal still hates her with a passion more powerful than her sister's sun, but assuming the worst became a good downfall.
Luna slowly turned to face her mate while there is still distance between them, but Sin already made his approach without knowing the speed of his walk is enhanced to make him a blur in the eyes of others. What should have taken him a full ten seconds took a mere blink of an eye and gave the Lunar Princess the shock of her life. She may be lost in her own world of finding her mate and getting him back, but that did not stop her from using logic. She knew in their short encounter that Sin should still be distant and slow, so how did he move to her so quickly?
She failed to remember that it is magic overflowing her figure.
She smiled weakly, tears raging through as the anomaly in the distance strengthened in frustration. Her eyes met his and there was a familiar tug between them. One that pulled on their souls and begged—if not pleaded desperately—for them to touch one another the same way they did as teenagers in love.
"Luna. . ." he paused with apathy, dropping his sword so he may reach for her. Luna gasped when she saw his palm and flinched in assumption of him striking her, but he did not lay harm on her. No, he caressed her cheek in a loving manner and watched as she realized it. "You can't be alive. You became Nightmare Moon and was banished forever by Celestia."
Luna decided to cry into his hand and laugh at how oblivious he is to the truth, but isn't that what makes it better? With her reforming still unknown to him, Luna has the chance to make amends with Sin and bring him back into her life. All she has to do is play her cards right and not step on any toes—metaphorically speaking.
When she did proverbially kiss his palm longingly, there was no problem or issue of Sin retracting in disgust, as he was still stuck in disbelief of her being right in front of him and having her muzzle firmly pressed to his hand. Despite the remembrance of her turning on him for the sake of trying dark magic, Sin knew that Luna did for the sake of their relationship; at least he knew when he had time to think inside a cage for a good number of years. It was all he had to do at the time of being an experiment.
Though he should be defensive with the alicorn, Sin felt so very content and relaxed by the touch of Luna's snout and allowed it to continue, although the filly in his arm is watching every second of it.
"Elements of Harmony," she whispered, and that is all it took for Sin. He laughed to himself and continued caressing her, though with a little desire in it.
"Son of a bitch," he said outloud, but no one heard him. Only the alicorn standing in front of him. "Era was right all along. They can reform someone."
Luna went to comment on those words, but she broke away from her thoughts when Sin turned away. She was not sure why he did so, but something caught his attention and made him very tense all of a sudden—that she was certain of. It hurt a little for Sin to retract his hand and not at least give her a kiss, but such a thing cannot be gained so suddenly. If there is anything to gain from the man, it is the chance to be in his life a second time and to have his love once more. Unfortunately for the blue alicorn, that does not mean she will have to fight for it in due time.
"I have to see what that is." he said to himself, though his tone was loud enough for the princess to hear. But little did they know who is approaching them at a quick pace.
Luna looked at him worriedly, not saying a word until their eyes met again.
"Luna, I don't have time explaining where I've been. I have to see what the hell is going on outside of to—"
"Sin," a familiar princess said, rushing with her friend towards the startled man. All eyes locked on Cadance as she came to a skidding halt, with Skyla carried on Spitfire's back. She took Sin by the arm and began checking for any wounds or injuries, assuming the red beam she saw is his doing. "Was that beam from you just now? If so, are alright? Are you hurt in any way?"
"Need us to kiss anything to make it better?" Spitfire asked seductively, fluttering her eyes to him as the Princess of Night went back forth, staring neutrally at him and both mares, though with a bit grinding in her teeth when Cadance reared up and placed her hooves on his chest, checking so close to face for any damage that their lips are barely apart. Luna wanted to rip the pink alicorn from her mate and send her flying, but that is unbecoming of a princess and Sin may very well be in another herd with these two—that is to say they are only acting like this in a friendly manner.
"Cadance I'm fine, it wasn't me that made the beam." Sin slowly pushed Cadance away, blushing with her when they realized how close their lips were to a kiss. Luna noticed this and felt a deep pang of jealousy spread over her as the yellow Pegasus fornicated her plan to win the man over. Spitfire saw through Luna's calm expression and took action.
"Then if it wasn't you, then who did?"
"Yeah," Spitfire wrapped a wing around his waist and pretended to be innocent to the situation. "If our coltfriend did not make that beam, then I wonder else could."
Luna's ears perked to the word, coltfriend, and all matter of restraining herself burned at the burning flame of her love for him. She did not know who this pony is, and here she is making a bold statement that has her mate nervous and worried, as though he is in denial of being with either of them. Luna glared deeply at both mares as things went from bad to worse.
"I'm not in a relationship with either of you!" Sin spewed to the yellow mare, prying her wing off his waist. Spitfire smiled in the shadows of her mind and snickered as he handed Rose Spark to Cadance. She had him right where she wants him, and that is in a position where he cannot escape.
"But Sin," she whimpered, crocodile tears in the corners. Sin leaned away when he saw this and looked towards Luna, but he was not getting any help from her. Oh no, not when those big, blue eyes are locked on him with the intention to kill. "You said you find Cadance and I sexy and beautiful. We know you still love Celestia and Luna and said its okay if you want them back, so why are you denying us now?"
"What!?" Sin and Cadance snapped in unison, exchanging glares at the yellow Pegasus. Sadly for the human, Luna took all of this to heart and forced herself into conversation just as the owner of the red beam made his way into Ponyville.
"Nopony is getting in any herd with Sin," Luna stepped between Spitfire and Sin and pushed her away with some of her godlike strength. She did not seem affected by the idea of Cadance being in such a herd—then again, she is an alicorn and a very trustworthy mare that's been the enough hardship with being a single mother. "Because Sin is already bonded to me. Our souls are connected and my cutie mark is on his chest, which means he is already claimed."
Spitfire smiled on the outside this time, knowing the result she wanted is what she got with this mare. "So what, doesn't mean you two are together still." she scoffed, angering the Lunar Princess a little more as two shadows came into view. One being a strange creature with different animal parts, flying for his life while the other chases him with a cast-iron skillet. Luna was on the brink of eradicating this pony, but she had to stay still and listen to this foolish pony. "No offense Princess, but I know all about your betrayal to Sin and how you covered your flank by making your family believe he is the cause of your dark transformation."
"How did you—"
"By the way Sin, you really should put your journals in a better place. Skyla got ahold of it while you were gone."
"Okay, this has gone on long enough! I don't have time for a squander of three sexy mares when I have more important things to deal with! I have some godforsaken magic pressure coming straight this way and you two are arguing who is dating me! Well news flash, no one is dating me at the moment, but if I did make a choice to who I would date, it would be Cadance because she is the only that is not acting all crazy of lust or love!" Sin snapped, admittedly more than he should. He silently cursed himself for being put in this predicament and how well fate intertwines the lives of others with his.
"Cadance is the only one you find worthy of your time, and not me?" Luna punctuated with herself, frowning whilst staring at him for clarification or correction. This is the last thing she needs to hear from her mate; especially when her entire life has been latched onto the hope of getting her love back. She knew time and trust will be needed, but to hear from him that Cadance is worthy of a relationship hurt her in more ways than one. Sin scolded himself quietly and wrapped an arm around Luna's neck, pecking the top of her head whilst thinking of a way to clarify with the other two.
"You know you're more than worthy Lulu," he lowered his voice a little, bordering a whisper. Luna gasped for a moment, but smiled again when she felt his lips press a little harder to the edge of her mane. "But you changed me and have been gone a millennia. I have always been in love with you, but I cannot trust you, not in the slightest."
Luna's heart skipped a beat, as did Sin's when he let her go with difficulty. It was not the best feeling in the world to let one of the mare's you are bonded too out of you arm, but logic came in and reminded the man of his last mistake in trusting someone so quickly. He knows Luna may be changed, but that fear of being hurt again made him remember the pain.
"I'm sorry Luna," he said reluctantly. Luna's smile disappeared, but was replaced with sorrow as he stepped back. "But our bond does not make us anything; and I must admit that Spitfire and Cadance are pretty good looking," he glared at the smiling Pegasus. "Though I would prefer if Spitfire stays out of my stuff and stops acting so perverted with me."
Spitfire smiled sheepishly, blushing too many shades of red.
"But the point is this," he stared at them individually, crossing his arms for the moment. "I am not dating anyone right now, and I will not be dating until someone takes the time to build a proper relationship and gain my trust."
"Is that all?" Cadance asked, eyebrow raised and curiosity peaked. Secretly, she was surprised that Sin has standards and wondered if by some chance she can win his heart, though with a little push of her own. "Trust and a proper build to a relationship is all you want from a mare."
"Or mares. I have no problem with a herd, so long as it does not exceed five."
"Does that include me?" Luna asked.
Sin nodded but pointed at his chest, where exactly the scar is."Yes, but you have a long way to go with winning me back. You did almost kill me and made everyone believe that it was my fault, but I will not hold you accountable for framing me since you were afraid of Solaris punishing you. That, however, does not mean you will get me to yourself if you succeed."
"So we get you for ourselves if we are dating, but it has to be fairly." Spitfire assessed, before shrugging her shoulders. "Alright, I'm cool with that. Sharing with others is fine by me, and I am curious as to how kinky it can get—that is if all three of us are with you."
"I never agreed to this!" Cadance blushed, only to receive a playful smack on the side from her best friend.
"Yeah, but you never disagreed either. Besides—" Spitfire paused, making sure the foals cannot hear her by leaning in between both mares. "—I saw how you got a good sniff of Sin's shirt from this morning. All that musk from his scent seeping into nose, making you 'wink' before we found his journal."
"Are you done!?" Cadance scolded, having to necessarily raise her voice to silence the bold pony. Sin sighed to Luna and rubbed his temples of the headache they're giving him.
"You see, this is what I have to deal; and I just barely met them. Sheesh, my stepdaughter is more mature than Spitfire."
"Stepdaughter?" Luna tilted her head at that one. Sin mentally kicked himself for not introducing her to Rose Spark, but there was no time to do so. The culprit was now in view as he grabbed his blade.
"We'll take later Luna. First I need to—"
"Discord, you ruined my oven with your magic!" a furious cream colored Pegasus roared, mane and coat drenched in what appeared to be cooking oil. She was flying as fast as she could, with said skillet firmly grasped in both hooves. Her chaotic coltfriend looked back to see she was gaining on him very quickly.
"It was just a small prank, my dear." he stammered, but the angry mare was not listening to him whatsoever. She was too far gone in her rage to hear anyone and anything. "Fluttershy, can't you find it in your gentle heart to forgive this old—"
"Come here and take your lumps!"
"Discord," Sin whispered, eye twitching.
From where the mares and fillies were standing, that calm and adorable look on Sin's face cracked between the mental frame of hatred and fury, affording them with a bit of his dark side. On the other hoof though, Luna did not have to think or wonder, she was very attuned with her love fully undressing his emotions, and veiled with a large crack of his fists. She did see his body shiver with magic crackling around his form, and as much as she wanted to put herself between him and the approaching Draconequus, she could not summon the courage or the willpower to do so.
What's going on? I. . . can't move!
After Sin dropped his sword a second time and raised the pressure of his magic, he sprinted without warning and found the Spirit of Chaos unknowingly heading straight into a much needed deal of punishment. It was only then did Luna have control of herself and turn to the direction Sin is heading.
"Sin, don't!
It was too late. Sin had the unthinkable to the reformed spirit without thinking twice or pulling his power. With all his might and rage, the immortal human appeared in front of Discord as a blur of white and swung at him, just like he's wanted for so damn long. All that can be heard is a shockwave of fist and cheek colliding at the last second of Fluttershy coming to a screeching halt when she saw Sin. Her shyness was the least of her worries.
Discord, being the god he is, turned his gaze in the middle of feeling the pain and eyed the fool that just assaulted him. He did not know if it was an illusion or a trick done by the princesses, but that face can never be forgotten, though it would be better he could forget.
Who just. . . punched me? he asked himself, although the answer is very obvious. Impossible. . . Sin?
"DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"