>You are Anonymous.
>And apparently, you're dead.
>Sure, the fight with Discord was tough
>You got banged up pretty nicely
>but nothing you expected to /die/ from
>And yet, here you are.
>Paying for your sins
>You don't know what sins sent you here
>but apparently, they were bad.
>Because you're in fucking hell.
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>You've been walking for a good three hours now.
>For what you've taken to be Equestria's version of hell, a place of eternal torment,
>Tartarus has done a pretty bad job at it.
>Seriously, Discord was worse than this.
>You stop, glancing around yourself.
>You're in a forest of burnt trees, not too dense, but thick enough to give the area an ominous air to it.
>Great, you just HAD to challenge it.
>You can't see anything else,
>But you feel like you're being watched.
>You try and keep a clear head.
>This was Tartarus, after all.
>It's probably just fucking with you.
>Warily, you continue on--
>did you just see movement out of the corner of your eye?
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>You whirl in the direction of the motion
I saw that!
>"Fuck!" you hear a voice exclaim, followed by the sounds of someone running
>Soon after, you hear multiple curses as others follow.
>THE HUNT IS ON.
>You charge after them, dead-set on catching at least one.
>This was a chance to get some information on this place.
>Also, Tartarus.
>You figure you may as well kick a few deserving asses while you're here.
>You're slowly catching up to them.
>their head start is somewhat migitated by the fact that you had longer strides, and were more agile.
>a good thing in the woodlands.
>Soon enough, you're nearly in the clear.
>chasing the last blur through an oddly thick section of woods, you burst into the clearing--
>and immediately find yourself surrounded by a semi-circle of Diamond Dogs
>always the fucking Diamond Dogs
>not wanting to lose your momentum, you swing up one leg to get yourself airborne...
>"GET'IM, BO--"
>The leader is unable to finish his sentence, cut off by your other knee as it smashes straight into his face.
>you land on top of the dog, prolonging the time he spent stargazing with a swift cross to the jaw.
>Behind you, you hear the other dogs' shocked comments
>"Oh sweet Father!"
>"Fuck, he's nearly as fast as that Huge one!"
>"Hits like the one we captured, too!"
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>Whatever they're talking about, they're not attacking.
>You turn, putting up your dukes, and you quickly size up each dog
>All are big and muscular, some even beating you out in height.
>And each one flinches upon eye contact.
>apparently they haven't had much luck with fighting humans
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>no need to let that end any time soon
>you beckon them with a finger
C'mon, doggies. Let's play.
>Nervously, they each put up their dukes.
>you drop into a fighting stance, lowering your center of gravity
>judging by the way they were glancing at eachother, you were about to get bumrushed.
>this way, you had a more solid base.
>you raise an eyebrow mockingly
>Anon used Taunt!
What's the matter, four on one and you're still scared?
>They all snarl in response.
What's the matter? Too chicken to-
>It's Super Effective!
>With a battle cry, all four charge
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>you send the nearest one stumbling backwards with a push kick to the abdomen
>ducking under the wild swing of the second, you retaliate with a hook to the ribcage, twisting your hips and feet to add your weight to the force behind it
>Grabbing him by the shoulders, you drive three solid knees to his body, before being forced to relinquish your grip by a bearhug from behind.
>taken by surprise, he has you in the air before you can properly drop your weight.
>even as you kick away the second, you snap your head into the face of the third.
>to his credit, he still holds you, grunting in pain as his eyes water reflexively
>however, his grip on you is loosened, giving you ample opportunity to hook your foot inside his leg and pull forward.
>slamming your head into his face once more, you succeed in breaking his grip, and a hard elbow to what you guessed to be his chest is enough to send him sprawling, your foot acting as a fulcrum.
>however, the fourth shoots in and catches you with a cross before you can properly guard yourself, and you stumble back.
>following with another big shot to the body, he winds you, and you shuffle backwards, hoping to gain some distance.
>You soon realize that you didn't take out the first dog when his fist collides with the back of your head, knocking you forward.
>oh shit son, is that Luna's mane you're seeing?
>you shake the stars out of your vision--
>only for them to reappear as the Dog in front of you slams another right straight into your nose
>this does not look nor feel good.
>gritting your teeth, you instinctively shift your weight as you step back, adding the momentum of his punch to your own
>shifting your weight, you lash out at the dog behind you with an elbow strike, mentally judging where his position should be.
>Roll for Damage
>Nat 20
>you catch him in the windpipe, and down he goes, gagging as he clutches his throat.
>were you not fighting, you'd wince.
>You might have crushed his Larnyx, and just /thinking/ about that hurt like a bitch.
>guarding your face, you shake the stars out of your vision even as the last dog lands a shot to your left side
>Thankfully, you don't feel anything give, and retaliate with a splendidly executed cross to the cheek.
>Unwilling to give up momentum, you begin to pound him with crosses and hooks, alternating lefts and rights as you drive him backwards.
>Unfortunately, they mostly land on his guard, save for the few body shots you send in to keep things unpredictable.
>Well then, time to use the ol' reliable.
>you let up on the attacks to his upper body, and begin assaulting the legs with shin kicks
>as best you can, anyway.
>these guys have legs the size of a filly's
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>you quickly shiffle sideways, circling.
>Even as he turns to face you, you swing your leg up in a crescent motion,
>And slam it straight down on his guards
>Whatchu know 'bout axe kicks, hater?
>as soon as your foot touches the ground, you practically launch yourself into a massive hook that catches him in the jaw.
>He staggers back for a second, and you follow with an uppercut to the chin.
>He crumples.
>you stand there for a moment, panting.
>you hear a groan as the the leader recovers from your flying knee.
>you turn--
>And immediately drive your heel into the solar plexus of the third dog, who tried to sneak up on you.
>Stumbling back from the spinning side kick, he lands on his ass, gasping for breath.
>You send another roundhouse to his head, shin colliding with the temple.
>He's out like a light.
>warily glancing at the rest, you begin to advance towards the leader of the group, who has managed to sit up.
>knocking him on his back with a push kick, you pin him to the ground, sliding one knee onto his chest and holding down his left arm near the shoulder joint.
>time to get some answers.