Cloud's P.O.V

I seriously hate this night! Why? Negro Amor soldiers. "INTRUDERS!" shouted a cold, accented voice. "Great! We have company! Shall we them give a warm welcome, Commandant Stomper?" Armored Bastion sarcastically exclaimed, his horn glowing. "The warmest welcome, Major..." I charged into a group of Negro Amor guards. Alone. BAD idea. WHACK! My hammer collided with the black crystal armor, it bounced off like it was made of Silly Putty. "What the-" SHEESH! A sword sliced the side of my face. "Okay my turn!" I charged and swing, whacking various parts of their bodies but only to inflict a little damage. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! Now we will inflict damage!" a couple ponies chuckled. Well, I can say I almost lost ALL of my legs. I beaten to near death, out numbered, separated from my troops. "STOP BEATING HIM!" yelled that same cold, accented voice. I looked up, only to the son of darkness himself.... "Black Blood.." I muttered, lying on the ground, badly beaten. "Yes, I have something for you, Commandant...." he started laughing evily.