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The Renegades had seized control of the Crystal Empire, their black banners fluttering ominously from the palace walls.

Purple Lance stood at the helm of the Equestrian Defense Force (E.D.F). Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the city below. The Renegades had overpowered the E.D.F unit stationed here, leaving the Crystal Empire defenseless. Worse yet, they held the Light Guardians captive.

Among the captured was Isabelle, Purple Lance’s daughter. The thought of her child in the clutches of these malevolent forces fueled the captain’s determination. She would not allow the Renegades to snuff out the light that had once bathed the Crystal Empire in warmth.

The E.D.F’s airships descended upon the city, their hulls glinting in the sunlight. Purple Lance’s hooves clanged against the metal deck as she rallied her troops in her ship. They were outnumbered, outgunned, but they carried something the Renegades lacked: unwavering loyalty to Equestria. And with her pwn ship invisible due to a cloaking device, she had the element of surprise.

Razorwire, the cunning trap master of the Renegades had set a trap. Explosives lay hidden in every entrance to the city, ready to detonate upon the E.D.F’s arrival. But Purple Lance had anticipated this move. She had studied Razorwire’s tactics, knew his penchant for cruelty. As the airships hovered above the city gates, she signaled her engineers to disarm the traps.

The first explosion echoed through the streets, but it was a mere distraction. The real battle unfolded within the city’s heart. Tanks rolled forward, their enchanted cannons firing bolts of magic. Force fields shimmered around them, deflecting Renegade spells. The E.D.F troops fought with a fierce determination, their hooves pounding against cobblestone streets.

The clash of magic and laser fire echoed through the air as the E.D.F and Renegades fought for dominion. But amidst the chaos, Purple Lance was a force of fury.

Her laser rifle hummed in her hooves, its crimson beam slicing through Renegade ranks. She moved with lethal precision, her eyes locked on the castle where her daughter, Isabelle, awaited execution. The E.D.F troops fought alongside her, their armored forms darting between cover, returning fire. Tanks rumbled, their cannons blazing with arcane energy.

Purple Lance’s mane whipped around her face, a storm of violet and silver. She had lost count of the Renegades she’d dispatched. Some with her rifle, others with her bare hooves. Her heart pounded, fueled by desperation and rage. Isabelle’s life hung in the balance, and she would tear through hell itself to save her.

Deadeye, the Renegade leader, watched from the castle balcony. His one eye gleamed with malice as he spoke through Razorwire’s communication device. “Make sure she doesn’t reach the castle,” he ordered. “Our victory depends on it.”

Razorwire devised a distraction. He tossed a belt of grenades towards a group of E.D.F soldiers evacuating some crystal ponies. The force fields shimmered, protecting the innocent as explosions rocked the streets. The grenade explosions leveled several crystal buildings and formed flames, that spread rapidly across the battlefield.

With that failing, Razor decided to take Purple Lance on personally and deal with her quickly. He pulled out his combat knife and walked up close to her. They were both surrounded by flames and the wind blew their manes.

Purple Lance,” he sneered. “Just in time for your daughter’s execution. Tell you what, if you’re still breathing after I’m done with you, I’ll be sure you get a front-row seat.”

Purple Lance didn’t respond. She charged, her hooves pounding against the scorched ground. After 3 dodged knife slashes, he lunged, blade aimed for her heart but she caught his hoof. She then brought back her own hoof before delivering a powerful punch to his head. Bone snapped, and his head twisted around 180 degrees like an owl, killing him almost instantly. He crumpled and she let go of his hoof, letting his corpse fall to the ground.

His lifeless form lay amidst the chaos, surrounded in the growing flames. Purple Lance didn’t pause. She sprinted toward the castle, her daughter’s face etched in her mind. The E.D.F and Renegades continued their battle, oblivious to Razorwire’s demise.

Background used: [Background] Crystal Empire

Base used: MLP Base - Angry stallion

Purple Lance vector by BrightStar40k and she belongs to him

Fire by Fire Vector

Event this takes place in:

Mature Content

Description
The Renegades had seized control of the Crystal Empire, their black banners fluttering ominously from the palace walls.

Purple Lance stood at the helm of the Equestrian Defense Force (E.D.F). Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the city below. The Renegades had overpowered the E.D.F unit stationed here, leaving the Crystal Empire defenseless. Worse yet, they held the Light Guardians captive.

Among the captured was Isabelle, Purple Lance’s daughter. The thought of her child in the clutches of these malevolent forces fueled the captain’s determination. She would not allow the Renegades to snuff out the light that had once bathed the Crystal Empire in warmth.

The E.D.F’s airships descended upon the city, their hulls glinting in the sunlight. Purple Lance’s hooves clanged against the metal deck as she rallied her troops in her ship. They were outnumbered, outgunned, but they carried something the Renegades lacked: unwavering loyalty to Equestria. And with her pwn ship invisible due to a cloaking device, she had the element of surprise.

Razorwire, the cunning trap master of the Renegades had set a trap. Explosives lay hidden in every entrance to the city, ready to detonate upon the E.D.F’s arrival. But Purple Lance had anticipated this move. She had studied Razorwire’s tactics, knew his penchant for cruelty. As the airships hovered above the city gates, she signaled her engineers to disarm the traps.

The first explosion echoed through the streets, but it was a mere distraction. The real battle unfolded within the city’s heart. Tanks rolled forward, their enchanted cannons firing bolts of magic. Force fields shimmered around them, deflecting Renegade spells. The E.D.F troops fought with a fierce determination, their hooves pounding against cobblestone streets.

The clash of magic and laser fire echoed through the air as the E.D.F and Renegades fought for dominion. But amidst the chaos, Purple Lance was a force of fury.

Her laser rifle hummed in her hooves, its crimson beam slicing through Renegade ranks. She moved with lethal precision, her eyes locked on the castle where her daughter, Isabelle, awaited execution. The E.D.F troops fought alongside her, their armored forms darting between cover, returning fire. Tanks rumbled, their cannons blazing with arcane energy.

Purple Lance’s mane whipped around her face, a storm of violet and silver. She had lost count of the Renegades she’d dispatched. Some with her rifle, others with her bare hooves. Her heart pounded, fueled by desperation and rage. Isabelle’s life hung in the balance, and she would tear through hell itself to save her.

Deadeye, the Renegade leader, watched from the castle balcony. His one eye gleamed with malice as he spoke through Razorwire’s communication device. “Make sure she doesn’t reach the castle,” he ordered. “Our victory depends on it.”

Razorwire devised a distraction. He tossed a belt of grenades towards a group of E.D.F soldiers evacuating some crystal ponies. The force fields shimmered, protecting the innocent as explosions rocked the streets. The grenade explosions leveled several crystal buildings and formed flames, that spread rapidly across the battlefield.

With that failing, Razor decided to take Purple Lance on personally and deal with her quickly. He pulled out his combat knife and walked up close to her. They were both surrounded by flames and the wind blew their manes.

Purple Lance,” he sneered. “Just in time for your daughter’s execution. Tell you what, if you’re still breathing after I’m done with you, I’ll be sure you get a front-row seat.”

Purple Lance didn’t respond. She charged, her hooves pounding against the scorched ground. After 3 dodged knife slashes, he lunged, blade aimed for her heart but she caught his hoof. She then brought back her own hoof before delivering a powerful punch to his head. Bone snapped, and his head twisted around 180 degrees like an owl, killing him almost instantly. He crumpled and she let go of his hoof, letting his corpse fall to the ground.

His lifeless form lay amidst the chaos, surrounded in the growing flames. Purple Lance didn’t pause. She sprinted toward the castle, her daughter’s face etched in her mind. The E.D.F and Renegades continued their battle, oblivious to Razorwire’s demise.

Background used: [Background] Crystal Empire

Base used: MLP Base - Angry stallion

Purple Lance vector by BrightStar40k and she belongs to him

Fire by Fire Vector

Event this takes place in:

Mature Content