The necklace briefly answered, "Si, señor. But, the next memory is gonna impact your emotions. You better mann up before stepping inside the next door." Silly warned Tyro for this, because he hadn't done that with Karl and his action had caused great impact in Karls memory and emotions, beginning a process that over time would dull them down to insanity and anger. He couldn't describe what Tyro would do if the same happened to him. Outside, Karl was holding a hoof on Sillys shoulder, who now appeared distant. "This my great Sulphy, is Tyro the Fox as you recall him. Well, it's technically him, he's currently locked in his own subconscious, revisiting old memories from the past." He explained to Sulphy with his normal, crazy tone. He then walked back and sat down, looking over his newmade little staff. He suddenly slipped and fell backwards, sending the staff up in the air, but also flipping it on. A light-blue blade appearead between the two stems on the front and the leaning bulbs fizzing to life, sending sparks back and forth. The Axe flipped in the air and began falling down towards Karl, sending him into panic mode. He tried reaching up with the crystallote hoof, but it was stuck between wires and cables. His strength was depleted for letting Silly out, expelling him from ripping the cables off. All he could do was wait for the axe to reach the ground. It landed with a fizzling sound, reminiscent of a similar weapon existing in a galaxy far, far away... but, it had landed to the right of Karl, specifically on his crystallite hoof, severing it from his body. He opened his eyes and let out a audible sigh of relief, but when he switched his sight to the right of him, he let out a sigh of stress. "You gotta be kidding me! Well, atleast now i know that it's strong, but seriously!" He sat up and looked at the severed arm along with the axe, still fizzling and burning through the ground. He reached up and got to his hooves, looking around for any strong materials. "Well, i'm gonna have to create a new leg. Anypony got a strong element with them? Some Metarite, perhaps?" He looked around in the room, waiting for someone to answer his question for help.
Sulphy swallows hard and shakes his head before slipping away from Karl and his search. He moves towards Snow, instead, covering his mouth as he whispers. "Isn't that Karl? The wanted serial killer Karl? How is he still running free, exactly?" Tyro trots down the corridor, randomly choosing his next memory to enter. "Silly, you have told them what the letter says, right? This isn't the time to have ponies standing around pointlessly. Get them to Canterlot." He stops before another white door, already leaping on to the handle, walking it forwards. What could possibly he here now? He's seen it all before, he's unlikely to have have any surprises while here. A woman holding a shotgun like a pistol in one hand and throwing fire in the other, whirls around, making her long coat fan out like a dove tail as she fires at two approaching people. They wore blue suits just like the people from the last memory, blank faces and all. The shotgun didn't fire bullets. Instead, an explosion of air rushed forth, knocking them both back. Her hair was nearly black, even on this dark night in this cobblestone street. It ran down most of her back, combed and neat, emerging from underneath the old, battered witch's hat. Another suit was approaching. Quickly, she snap a kick with her heavy boots into the suited woman's stomach. The shotgun wheels around to then blow her back into an allyway. The street flickers as the only lamppost jitters. "Mum! Dad! It's safe now!" She calls into night, watching for anymore blue shapes. You can see her dark eyes and her tiny nose.
Dark Shine decided to stop trying to stand, and leant himself against a wall, waiting for either some instructions, or his legs to give way.
Silly reacted and jitted once more, standing up from his makeshift chair. "We need to get to Canterlot, Digital's heading towards it. If we're fast enough, we can intercept him and take him out before he reaches the city." He snapped up a metal piece and handed it to Karl. "You'll need both arms to fight." He then walked towards the exit with sleezy, hazing steps. But, his left hand had gone to normal. On the other, however, was a long, sharp and glistening blade stretching all the way past his elbow into a neat metal blade. "I'll slash Digital in two if i have too." Karl looked at Silly, then switched back to the piece of metal he had in his hand. "Titanium, huh? Well, it's better than nothing." He put his hoof on the metal piece and, using his Lithian language, melted it down and smeared it on the crystallite replacement, then slapped it on his sawed-off part. Within seconds, he had full control over his crystallite arm as if he'd never lost it. He walked up to Snow and Sulphy and tapped twice on Snows shoulder. "You. Dragon. We need to leave. Now." He said before walking up to Darkshine and letting him lean on Karl, then slowly but steadily walking up beside Silly. "Darkshine, mate, you need to gain some energy. That little jewel there is gonna kill you one day." He said, looking at the amulet with almost worried eyes. He closed his eyes, instead using his spiritual eye to look ahead, and ordered Arrows through the elemental psychic message, "Arrows, get to Canterlot. There's a problem heading that way, and we need you to be alert for it. 'Cus we're taking care of it." He opened his eyes and continued to let Darkshine lean on him so that he could walk.
Dark Shine shook his head. "Worse that will happen, go into a long sleep.... Not death.... I guard it, it guards me... For example, back at the... Cave... With Black Night or... Whatever it was...." He stopped before getting off Karl and, using the wall, leant on the wall.
"Uh huh...." Sulphy says as he catches up to Karl and Darkshine. "Musta been a big one if he's like that...Anyway, there's a carriage outside that'll take us back to the train station." Three figures emerge from the smoke of the fires. On this battle-warmed night, the smoke rises in to mingle with the clouds as the three figures walk out of the smoke. The wind whips around with the gesture of the woman in the pointed hat's hand. The gust catches a piece of fallen brickwork, throwing it through the window of the hotel they approached. Tyro watched the three of them rush towards the broken window, crouching below the sill. The dull glass still sat in the frame as jagged spikes. The building was plastered over and painted a non-threatening salmon colour. The hotel's sign read "Orient's Refuge" despite the burn marks. "Yeah...I know this one...Oh boy..." He sighs heavily. "There we have me." He points a paw at the younger version of himself, unchanged from the other instances seen so far. "Then there's my second oldest, Toivo." He points to the woman in the pointed hat, long coat, heavy boots and brandishing the shotgun. "Then...Then there's my wife, Yuffie." He points to the other woman. She was in the first memory seen here. She was still sporting the short tail, the brown ears out the top of her head and the clearly visible fangs. She was wearing a denim jacket now along with a number of years on her face. She wasn't elderly looking by any means, but was not the youthful woman from before, standing around the Black Fox in horror. Laughter lines and crows feet had started to creep in. Her hair bobs around her shoulders but doesn't betray her age. It was startling to see against Tyro and his unchanged features. It was the only indication any time had passed. On a silent count of three, they all leap into the hotel, Tyro the Fox following on after them to carry on watching. They dive behind columns reaching the ceiling as men in purple armour fire volleys of shots at their hiding places. Various pieces of Chinese and Japanese paraphernalia are blasted from the dark scarlet walls while gunfire is returned by the small family fighting back. Fireballs from Past Tyro manage to strike a machine gunner, making him abandon his weapon, looking for a way of extinguishing himself. Toivo leans out, unleashing a large burst of fire from the barrel of the gun. That to struck some of the men, a few of them dropping to their knees to roll. At least two of them made easy targets for Yuffie. At the back of the now bullet-riddled and unrecognisable room, a door bursts open. A gigantic blade is the first to emerge, effortlessly held by an old, but well-built man strutting out into the battle. Of his skin that wasn't covered by the ornate, purple robes, the texture and colour was of concrete: dry, grey and rough. His face was peculiar. Instead of anything of flesh, he wore a mask under the long, ebony locks draping down his neck. The mask was monochrome, fixated on a menacing grin but painted like a Japanese Demon. It moved, alive and cackling at the new challenge. The giant sword was raised, ignoring the soldiers that were knocked by it. "And that..." Current Tyro said, pointing to the new arrival. "Is Theodorian. It's been a long while..." (Slight Time Skip: Few Hours) Canterlot was loud and rawkus. The chaos inside was filled with screams punctuated with gunshots. Through the streets, carriages roll through, shunting guards out of their way, waving banners saying things to the effect of "Canterlot belongs to Digital". More of these rowdy ponies rush away with looted contents of shops. Anything that they could get a hoof on: dresses, money, tools, cakes, foals. Anything of worth was being dragged away. As the group alighted from the train, Sulphy clears his throat to read the highlights of the new message. "OK. So, this Digital guy has drafted in as many gangs of cattle rustlers and criminals as he could find and paid them to attack Canterlot. He also opened the prison, letting all the mad ponies free. So, Canterlot is over-run by the worst there is and their being paid on top of what they can take. Now..." Sulphy points to the towers of the castle. "Most of the Guard and the Royalty are fighting a giant robot butterfly." Sure enough, circling the castle was the giant, metallic frame of the butterfly. It's wings were of a peculiar lightning blue with thick, conductive veins running through them towards the body. The jets kept the huge machine table while a cannon of some sort in it's face rather than the usual nectar-drinking appendage took pot shots at the attacking pegasi, swarming it like flies. "Well, good luck!" Sulphy said, getting back on the train.
Karl looked around the place, sporting a grin for himself. "I... actually like Canterlot more like this." He said, passing Silly. "I wonder if... Silly." He turned around and looked at Silly, who looked a bit absent from the situation. "Silly?" He asked him, looking around his face. "Yep?" He suddenly snapped and answered him. "Oh good, you're still alive. I gotta go, there's stuff to fix and i'm gonna see if i can't make this robotic enhancement a addon to my arsenal." Silly nodded in answer. Karl turned around and burst into the alleys of the now destroyed Canterlot. Silly looked around a bit. "Okay, guys... we gotta get to the royal castle. If not, then there's this: If one of ya'll can locate the guard barracks, we may be able to blast that thing out of the sky." He raised the blade and flipped the side to face him. "...If he's gonna cooperate with us." Silly switched his sight to the group. "Anypony got better ideas?" Karl jumped through on the rooftops. He jumped extra high and landed on a pony, skidding on him to a stop. The pony stopped breathing when Karls axe blade hit his throat. He walked off the pony and looked around him. "Where the bloody hell is that anten-" He stopped to see a long, glowing stick with a circle on top, shifting from light-blue to normal blue. "There it is." Karl runned and jumped between the roofs, and landed infront of the antenna. He looked up the long stick and then around him. "Okay, this'll be the worst modification i've ever done." He said, slowly stepping to a metal panel, flipping it up and starting to fix with the wirings.
