Needs a name

>You are walking along the streets of the strange place called "Stalliongrad"
>It's been two weeks since you've arrived here, in this weird world called Equestria.
>It's a nice place, mostly inhabited by ponies... at least, from what you've seen so far.
>Now, getting used to this place is the hard thing. So far, you’ve been living on the streets and haven't bathed since you got here.
>Not to mention you have a beard that puts Chuck Norris to shame.
>You chuckle at the comparison.
>Getting back to the matter at hand, you resume looking through the trash for some food, when you hear what sounds like a beat down.
>It's in an alley across from the trash can you're in front of.
>You really should ignore this.
>You should.
>But your legs said otherwise, as you find yourself running to the alley.
>Not slowing down, you deliver a good kick to the nearest pony, sending him flying into a wall about 6 feet away.
>The others stop their attack and turn to see their friend slumped on the wall.
>They look at him for a sec before turning to face you.
>You’re standing there with a smug look on your face, while cracking your knuckles.
>It helps that you tower over everyp0ny here.
>They stare at you for a second, before running off.
>Wasting no time, you check up on the victim.
>...Balls. It’s a guard. She looks pretty beat up, too.
>Her armour seems to have saved her for the most part, but her throat...
>You waste no time in taking off her armour to check on her heart.
>Placing your head to her chest, you hear her heart.
>Good, it’s still beating, though.... her breathing isn't too good.
>Sighing, you hear something come up behind you.
>“Halt! Don’t you move!”
>Your hands jut up into the air, as you try to tell him what happened.
“Hey, I don’t want any problems... I’m just trying to help...”
>”It doesn’t look that way to me!”
“I can see that... just look over to that wall... you’ll see one of the fucks that did this...”
>A few seconds pass, before you see a figure walk out from behind you.
>You had already assumed it was another guard, but you liked being able to see what type they are.
>He’s a unicorn. A fairly big one, at that.
>You hear him mumble something under his breath, before he turns to you.
>”How’d he get over here?”
“I kicked him off of her”
>”That’s nearly two meters... That’s some kick you have.”
“Yeah, uhm... I think we should take your friend to the hospital... She has a crushed windpipe….”
>”How can you tell?”
“...can I put my hands down?”
>”I never said for you to put them up in the first place.” he says with a smug sort of grin.
>Putting your hands down, you point to her neck.
“It doesn't take much to crush a windpipe. Only about two pounds of force, if I recall. You can tell it’s crushed by they way her neck looks.”
>You wave him over, and run your finger along her neck.
“See? It’s slightly swelled. I should also mention she has about... one more minute to live unless we do something NOW!”
>”Shit, move over. I’m not that good at healing magic... but I know some.”
>You do as said, and move out of the way.
>His horn starts to glow, and her breathing slows down.
>The guard is panting. “I... wasn’t able to heal her... but I was able to slow her down. She’s in a time field.”
“... You know how to slow time down, but not how to heal someone?”
>”Shut up. I need you to carry her; I’m too tired to do it.”
>You roll your eyes.[spoiler][/spoiler] “Fine.”
>Scooting over, you put your arms under the downed mare and stand up
>She’s pretty light.
>”Okay, this spell won-,” he looks at you, “Damn you’re big.”
“The spell, what about the spell?”
>”Right, it will only last about five minutes, so we have to hurry.”
>You jerk your head towards the downed pony.
“What about him?”
>”Shit, we’ll have let him go... I have his cutie mark memorized, so I can issue a search later. Now come on, we have to hurry!”
“You’re going to have to lead the way. I’ve only been here for two weeks”
>He grunts “Fine. Follow me. Try not to lag behind!”
>He turns and runs out of the alley.
>You position the guard over your shoulder, a hand under her flank, and another wrapped around her torso.
>You turn around, and quickly dart after the guard that ran ahead of you.
>He didn’t get far, as you quickly caught up.
>Hell, you almost passed him, but you were able to slow down enough to prevent that.
>”You’re quick on your hooves, I see!”
>You grunt. Stamina was never your strong suit.
>”It’s about five more blocks.”
>Another grunt.
>It’s not long before you see the hospital, but your legs are feeling like jelly.
>You trip up, and nearly drop the guard, but a field of (need color for magic) surrounds the mare and carries her off.
>You fall onto the ground, and just lay there for a while.
>At least, until a group of ponies surrounds you.
>You recognize a few of them as the ponies that were attacking the guard.
>”Hey, it’s the monkey that stopped our fun! Not so tough now, are you?”
“Just... tired... is all.... ya... flaming.... homosexual....”
>”What did you call me?”
>You still feel a little drained, so getting into a fight right now isn’t a great idea.
“Nothing... queerbag.”
>Hey... Uhhh. Anon? You listening? You’re tired. Stop pissing the guy off.
>Shut it strange voice in my head, I feel FFFIIIINNNNEE. Aw yeah.
>...Your death.
>The stallion lowers his head, and places it in your face.
>”Say. That. Once. More.”
“Okay.”
>You act fast.
>You quickly grab his hoof with your left hand, and jam your right thumb in his eye.
>He yells in pain, as you overturn him, and place him on your chest.
>You reposition your left hand to be around the pony’s neck, and grab your right bicep.
>Before choking the pony out, you whisper in his ear. “You’re a faggot, Harry.”
>You place your right hand behind his head, and push down.
>He’s out before long.
>You look past his head, and see his friends are slightly... uneasy.
>You discard the stallion, and quickly get to your feet.
“Come one, come all! Free beat downs by Anonymous!”
>One pony steps up.
>He looks strange.
>... Now he looks like a Minotaur.
>... He’s tiny.
>You walk up to him, and pat his head.
“You’re so cute!”
>You grab his horns, and ram his head into your knee.
>You repeat this three times.
>His body goes limp.
>Releasing his horns, you let his body slump to the ground and step on him.
“I hereby claim this body in the name of Anonymous! All who object step forward!”
>No one steps forward. In fact, they all run away.
>You hear one cry out “He’s bucking insane!”
>You see a puddle of piss where that one was standing.
“Or run away. That works too.”
>You sit down on the minotaur, still feeling the rush of adrenaline.
“Told you voice. I was Fiiiinnnne”
>You shut up.
“Kay.”
>You stay on the minotaur, waiting for the guard.
>You wonder why you don’t just leave, but chalk it up to them finding you easily, and worry for that guard.
>You’re in this shit deep.
>The bull fucker starts to stir.
>You clock him in the face, and he’s out again.
>This happens a few times, until you see the guard walk out.
>He looks around and spots you.
>He runs over, and trips over the stallion that you... probably killed. he hasn’t moved for a while.
“Hey! That guy still alive?
>The guard looks over the body before walking over to you.
>”He’s breathing, though I have to ask; what did you do to him?!”
“Well... you know when I said she was attacked? Yeah, that was another one of them. Same with this guy.”
>You slap the minotaur on its ass.
>Its head goes up and you knock it out.
“This guy... was a pony before this. Not sure what the hell that makes him”
>You hear the guard mumble the word “Changeling” on his breath.
>”It’s nothing.”
“...Sure. anyway, mind telling me what’s up with your friend? Why were a few thugs able to get a guard like that, will she be okay?”
>”She’s a new recruit... And she’ll be fine. Doctor said if we got there any later, she would have been dead... You took out a minotaur?”
“I already told you...”
>He lets out a whistle. “Must’ve been quite a fight...”
“Not really. Horns are great for grabbing. Better than a Thai clinch.”
>”Thai clinch?”
“...It’s a move from my home. I can explain it, or we can drop the subject.”
>”Explain it later... for now... I have to place you under arrest...”
“...No. You’re not doing shit.”
>”Hey, don’t make this hard on me. Just come silently, and you’ll be out once Willow is able to speak.”
“Why did I wait, WHY DID I WAIT?”
>He smiles. “Seems you were worried about her.”
>You sigh.
“Fine. Just, no handcuffs. I’ll follow you, but... what about these guys?”
>”I’ll call for backup. Once they get here, I’ll escort you to the cell.”
>You feel a raindrop hit your head.
“...I’m glad that I stayed behind. I get a nice cozy jail cell.”
>The guards horn lights up, and he fires a bolt of magic off.
>It explodes and lights up the sky, and floats there.
>”Shouldn't take long.”
“Right.”
>You notice the stallion you choked out start to move.
“Looks like I get a little fun...”
>You stand up, and walk over to him.
>You look down at him.
“Sup, sir fags a lot?”
>He stares back at you, fear in his eye.
>”Hey, what are you doing?”
“Oh, just making sure Mr. Ben Dover here doesn't run off.”
>You hear a chuckle. “What did you call him?”
“I’ve been calling him gay ever since he started talking to me. I think he’s homophobic. Speaking of which, I’m out of gay jokes. Got any?”
>”I’ll make sure Olver Dicks doesn’t go anywhere, so go back to your seat. I think I saw him move.”
“Kay.”
>”Oh, yeah, what’s your name?”
“Anonymous.”
>”Name’s Steel Masquerade.”
>You nod at him, and walk back to the minotaur.
>It’s true. When you got back to the minotaur, he was on all fours, about to get up.
>Before it could do anything else, you quickly rush up to it, swing your leg up into the air in a crescent arc, and bring it down in a swift axe kick.
>It goes down.
>You hear someone yell at you.
>”FREEZE!”
>SM: “Hey, it’s okay. He was assisting.”
>”You had a civilian assist you in an arrest? That’s against the rules, Steel.”
“Technically I’m not a civilian.. I’m not from this planet...”
>”DID I ASK FOR YOU TO SPEAK?”
“...Yes?”
>You turn around in time to see a guard rush at you.
>He hops up, leaving one front hoof on the ground, and turns.
/Good form/ you think to yourself.
>He sets his right hoof back down and tries to buck you.
>You grab his hooves.
>The force of his kick actually made you slide back, and he got close to your chest.
>You feel a sharp pain in both arms.
>You shake it off, trying to ignore it,
“Nice try, but it’s not going to work, buddy. You’re a guard and all... But I took out a minotaur.. In three hits. Now, I’m going to let you go. You promise to not try anything stupid?”
>”I’ll make no such deal!”
>SM: “Stand down! I’ve already made an arrangement for him. He’s to be locked up until Willow recovers.”
>”What? Willow’s hurt!?”
>You let him go.
“Yeah, I was looking for something to eat when I heard something that sounded like a beat down. I rushed over, and saw that guy over there,” you point to the stallion that was now cuffed up, “beating on her with a group of friends. I rushed up, and punted one against a wall. The rest ran away.”
>The new guard turns and looks at you.
>He looks back at Steel. “He telling the truth?”
>SA: “Well, he helped me carry her here... It’s just protocol to lock him up.”
>”Why’s he not cuffed, then?”
“Don’t like handcuffs... I also doubt you have my size.”
>You bend down, and compare your wrist to the guards. It’s about two times bigger.
>”Damn, you’re a big one...”
“Funny thing is, I’m the smallest one in my family. You should have seen my brother. 6’6”, 300lbs of muscle... That guy is a beast... though, all he had was muscle. I have the skill. The finesse. Though, he still won, I put up a hell of a fight. Always got me with one hit.”
>”Your world... it sounds terrifying.”
“Eh. It’s not bad. Anyway. I think we should hurry up and get out of this rain”
>It’s pouring pretty hard when you say that. Your clothes are drenched.
>”...You’re right...”
>He turns to the other guards. “Okay, pack ‘em up!”
>Steel walks up to you. “Okay, it’s time to get going. They can take care of this.”
>You nod.
>You doubt you would be able to help anymore. That one guard... he had quite a kick. You think you pulled a muscle from blocking it.
>Steel starts walking off, you following close behind.
>You hold a hand out in front of your face and look at it.
>It’s shaking.
>You smile.
>This place... It’s not so bad.
>It’s almost like home...
>You can get used to this place...