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A platoon of changelings approach Vector and Twilight from behind.
 
Platoon leader: So your with the Grey Knights? You won’t get in our way.
 
Vector perks up slightly as he turns to face the platoon. His expression is that of a wild beast
 
Vector: Watch your tounge! The dead don’t speak.
 
A sliver bayonet slips into each of his hands from his jacket sleaves.
 
Vector: Do the dead walk this land before my eyes? Will those who are damned, raise an army? Fall in and advance? With those who have abandoned the kingdom of heaven and embrace the HERETICAL ORDER DARE to enter my sight!?
 
As Vector continues to draw his bayonettes the scene cuts to Guntz as he nonchalantly jumps down from the rooftops as does Honey with a Cheshire smile on her face.
 
Vector: The Grey Knights shall not allow it. I shall not allow it.
 
Vector dexterously spins his bayonettes before holding them across each other in a crucifix position.
 
The moonlight reflects off his glasses as he smiles visicously making him apear more monsterous.
 
Vector: You will be cut down like reeds. Quaking before Heaven’s judgement. AAAMEENN!!!
 
Scene cuts back to the platoon of changelings as they look on as if he had lost his mind.
 
Scene quick cuts to Twilight as she currently has a thin cigar in her mouth. Her expression is unimpressed.
 
Scene cuts back to Vector as he now has Guntz and Honey standing behind him.
 
Vector: Speak up you beasts of God. Tell us all who you are.
 
Voices are heard throughout the rooftops of the streets of Canterlot
 
The platoon of changelings look about alarmed.
 
Voices: WE ARE GREY KNIGHTS!!! WE ARE THE LEIGION OF THE GREY KNIGHTS!!!!
 
The scene cuts to what apears to be a small army of Mobians along the rooftops. Dressed in grey coats, pants and shirts. Consisting of various species of animal, ranging from wolves, birds, cats, dogs, rabbits, hedgehogs, echidnas, foxes, squirrels, chipmunks, and walruses.
 
Vector continues as they too begin to leap down from the rooftops.
 
Vector: Well then Grey Knights, I ask you…what do you carry in your right hand?
 
Grey Knight Leigion: DAGGERS AND POISON!!!!
 
Vector: Well then my legion of Grey Knights I ask you… what do you carry in your left hand?
 
Grey Knight Leigion: THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER AND A STRAW ROPE!!!!!
 
Scene cuts to the changeling platoon as they charge towards Vector and the others.
 
Vector: GO!!!!!!!!
 
He cleaves the platoon leader in half in a reverse scissor motion, sending his upper torso flying from his abdomen. As green blood sprays everywhere Vector regains his posture.
 
Vector: Show them who you are my legion of Grey Knights.
 
Scene cuts back to the platoon as they charge as Vector, Guntz and Honey ready their weapons.
 
Vector: we are apostles yet NOT apostles. We are beleivers yet NOT beleivers. We are deciples yet NOT deciples. We are HERETICS yet NOT HERETICS. We are soldiers in the service of Death who humbly bow our heads in reverence to our Lord and whose prayers are found in the withered bodies of our adversaries.
 
Vector throws a bararage of silver bayonettes brutally killing multiple changelings
 
Vector continues his speach as he continues to massacare the rest of the platoon.
 
Vector: A poison served at every supper. Our daggers flashing in the moonlight. We are the Leigion of the Grey Knight Order. We are Heaven’s rightous fury and upon the the hour in which we are called we cast forth our thirty peices of silver for our pennance as we hang ourselves from a rope of straw.

Well…This is both awesome and terrifying O _ O

@Dirty Bit  
Well like I said before the fic focusses on a bunch of different characters, such as Crash Bandicoot making a name for himself in the underground fight club circuts or Sonic being a burnt out war hero who’se just trying to eke out a living by getting any type of honest paying job that he can or Mighty who earns his room and board working as a bouncer at the bar that’s just below his apartment. Basically when each character is introduced not every character is living the life of luxury, I wan’t to make them more relateable to the reader each of them have flaws and despite some of them posessing supernatural abilities each character is far from perfect. I’m not trying to make the story sound all doom and gloom, but the world they all exist in isn’t all sunshine and rainbows either.

@chaotic-7
 
I’m kinda curious of Charmy’s fate in all this. As for Mighty, I just think of Sonic Shorts Volume 2 XD

Like I said if done right he could really pull off that look. Assuming people can see him for his presence and can forget about how anoying he was in the Shadow game.
 
For instance in the fic that I was working on (before my laptop died) I was going to spin-off his role as a private detective from the game and use it in a more “beleiveable” setting and turn him into a somewhat grizzled private eye (think Vector meets Harvey Bulluck from Batman). While Espio ended leaving his agency after a case whent south to dispense justice his own way by becoming a “contractor” (hitman) for those who felt that that had lost loved ones and were cheated by the judicial system. (Think Espio Chameleon meets Agent 47, but with a more strict code of ethics and a moral compass that he uses to keep him on the right path.)
 
I still plan on continuing this fic of mine seeing as Vector and Espio are only a couple of the characters that I was goingt to use. I know that most folks these days feel that Sonic fans and Autism go hand in hand since what’s-his-face had begun plastering himself all over the net in hopes to get more attention for himself, but that is not the case with me.

@chaotic-7
 
While having nothing to do with MLP Or HUA, I can sort of see where you come from.

@Dirty Bit  
Call me a basketcase but I really do beleive that Vector Crocodile could make for a good Alexander Anderson… if done corectly that is.

I love this one. It makes me smile every time I see it. I know it’s from HUA, but he looks so happy. Like a puppy. A puppy about to shoot you in the face.

“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little!”
 
brandishes bayonets