>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>Your grey carbon alloy horn off sets your colors.
>And you are sneaking up on a monster.
>Your purple eyes are locked on the unsuspecting creature.
>Its fluffy tail waves at you as you crawl on your belly toward it.
>You have snuck off leaving your owchie friends behind because they cannot keep quiet.
>You crawl closer to the fluffy tailed monster.
>Today you will get it!
>You close in and get ready to pounce.
>You wiggle your rump as you anticipate your attack.
>You leap at the creature who at that moment takes off.
>You land missing the animal.
>It turns and see you and starts to chitter.
>You scream in rage as you charge it.
>It starts to jump around you and at one point hops on your back.
>You babble angrily as you slash your horn around hitting nothing.
>The squirrel finally starts to run off and up a tree.
>You chase babbling angrily and sit at the bottom of the tree shaking your hoof angrily.
>You huff in frustration and turn and truddle off.
>Then a strange sound hits your ears.
>You hear shouts and clanging of metal.
>You follow the sound and come to a large field filled with two legged monsters.
>You see something very strange.
>There are a few groups of two legged monsters each wearing replica armor and facing each other.
>They are attacking each other in waves.
>You are smiling hoping to see one of the two legged monsters die.
>You sneak along and find a bush next to a bench.
>You crawl under it and watch.
>The humans line up and face each other.
>They then give a shout and charge.
>”The fuck are they doing?”
>You hunker down realizing there are some two legged monsters right next to you.
>”What you are witnessing my friend is the virginicus nolifeicus in their endless endeavor not to get laid.”
>”I know that! But what the fuck are they doing? They are just running into each other.”
>”Dude, it is a line attack. You slam your force against theirs and try to bowl them over.
>”Why don’t they just attack one at a time?”
>”The larger your line, the easier it is to inflict damage.”
>You watch the line of monsters run into each other.
>As you watch your head twinges.
>Slowly your vision of the battle changes.
>The monsters become fluffies and you envision how the battle would go.
>You watch for hours as the two legged monsters fight, regroup and fight again.
>You watch as one group of monsters split up and you see a smaller group take on a larger group.
>”Dum dums!” You mutter.
>”Not necessarily, they might be using tactics.”
>”Huh?”
>”Oh. I thought you were calling them stupid. Looks like they are using prong attacks.”
>”I didn’t say anything…”
>You watch the monsters get over whelmed and surrounded.
>Just as you expected lots of owchies to be delivered the other group that split off comes running in and attacks the backs of the enemies.
>”That went pretty well…”
>You jump out from the bush, “Why dey nuu haf owcies!?”
>You watch as they separate.
>The man looks down in surprise, “A fluffy pony is watching this?”
>The other man laughs, “Like the dumb ass can even comprehend what these guys are doing.”
>You look back and see the monsters looking at you.
>You jump back into the bush and lay still.
>They don’t move to come after you.
>”Wow, he was fast… but he did have a point. Why did they succeed?”
>”They did a circle the wagon defence.”
>”Huh?”
>”When they larger group started to surround them they formed a circle and held.”
>You start to pay closer attention to what the monsters are doing.
>You notice that the groups seem to have smarties themselves that are telling every other monster what to do.
>You notice that sometimes they tell one to make a noise or wave a flag to tell groups to attack.
>You watch as the smarties their herd in line and make them fight each other.
>Your see how managing the herd can lead to victories and defeats.
>You envision fluffies instead of monsters.
>Your mind starts to race as you watch these monsters give each other owies.
>”Fwuffy hewd am do dat…”
>You watch on.
>You think back to other things you have seen.
>You think of how you watched several monsters play table top RPGs and an ROTC drill session.
>”Deadmeat hewd am do dat…”
>You smile and crawl back out from the bush and start to trot back to your herd area.
>You have much to think on.
>You see a fresh nut under a tree.
>You smile, you have learned something new and you have found a treat.
>You truddle toward it.
>As you get close a fluffy tailed creature runs up to the nut and runs away with it.
>You chase babbling angrily.