It was getting late and the guard mares in the barracks were getting ready to head to sleep. Down the road the forms of a mare and stallion can be seen coming to the front door. The mare knocks and a face peeks through the mail slot. "Finally you're back sharp shot, what took you?"


The now named sharp shot takes a second before stepping to the side to reveal the black furred stallion.


"Hello I'm supposed

"Who hires an assassin and doesn't have the bits to pay them?" Swift Strike mutters to himself. When he had finished his contract he had brought the skull of his leftovers to the stallion that hired him but unfortunately his employer didn't have the bits to pay for the second half of the job.


While sad for Swift's bit pouch his other 'pouch' was feeling quite better to the dismay of what was his previous employer but that was a couple days ago and

A unicorn stallion walks into a bar. The party is in full swing with ponies dancing, drinking, and generally having a good time. The stallion was large and blue with a two toned mane primarily white with a red striped, his name was Swift Strike. He walked towards the end of the bar and into an empty hallway where nothing was around but a door. There was another stallion next to it half asleep and barely paying attention to his surroundings. He perks up seeing a pony walking towards him and says