Rips Canterlot straigh off the mountainside
 
Prepare to be crushed under a crapload of brick, stone, and snooty ponies!

My AA guns! Nooooooo!  
All surviving forces, fall back! static on comm channel Is there anyone out there static continues
 
…fuck.

 
I’m your nightmare now!

Sneaks an AA Vehicle and drives it on top of the hillside  
I’ve got you covered Golden!

Trotsky to Golden: Shit! I need more upbeat music. Sure. Support would be appreciated, Luna and/or Molly. Over.

Tank explodes as I bursted out of the tank and flew towards the AA batterys firing at Trotsky
 
Wrecks shit.

@Trotsky:
 
Jaw drops as all those missles missed their targets
 
Enough of your aerial-acrobatic shenanigans! Fire the AA guns!  

I know Clover. But I’m talking about all of this

 
Allow me to help you, my highness.

UGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
 
My regal body is pancaked underneath the multi-ton behemoth.
 
Enough!
 
My horn glows and I lift the tank off of me.
 
You think I’m a joke?
 
With magic, I close the hatch over Luna and lock her inside the tank. Slowly with my mind, I try to compress the vehicle.

Trotsky to Luna: Can’t keep dodging forever. Help get rid of Javelin missiles. Over.

@Clover
 
Yeah. I know. This is just so fun though!
 
@Luna  
I’m Ready!
 
starts ripping Canterlot off the mountainside to toss at Applejack

Mortal?  
 
Bitch please, that’s Asgardian weaponry!  
Make it rain!

(Why the hell does everyone have all this crap ready to kill me? lol)
 
hmm
 
Trotsky to all: This is futile. I have the power of inspirational 80s music. Y’all can’t do shit. Over.

 
Pew pew pew!

Blackie mind you it’s a magical tank. Mere mortal weaponry is useless.
 
Runs over Applejack into the ground comically with the tank sideways.

(Oh and Trotsky, that’s a SOFLAM [Special Operations Forces Laser Marker] is a laser designator for specific range-finding and locating critical targets for destruction using guided ordnance).

Trotsky to apparently everyone: So it’s come to this. Over.
 
insert Top gun music

Too late! There are already a downpour of Javelin missiles locked on your tail!  
 
And Stark’s lookin’ hungry for blood too!

@Luna: A tank? Have you lost your mind? Just who do you think I am to be defeated by such a pathetic device?

Trotsky to Blackie: Not for long. Over.
 
guns down gadget

@Trotsky:
 
There’s more where that came from..
 
(SAM Missles! All of them!!)
 

 
Sky becomes a tangled web of AA missles

Oh darling.  
It’s your own personal hell.

Trotsky to Blackie: No, fuck you. Over.
 
barrel rolls and does maneuvers
 
(I have no idea what that thing is)