With an exhausted sigh and a plume of ash and dirt, the stallion flipped down onto the ground. Covered in scratches, bleeding wounds and several bruises, his body broken and defeated. But he had won.

Reaching out with his hooves, he grabbed at the only thing he could reach; the leg of a rather bemused and annoyed Alicorn. She twitched at his touch, glancing down at the pony. She stares for a few moments in contempt, debating if a swift kick to the face would put the poor thing out of his misery. No pony would know.

Curling up, the stallion would quickly fall asleep, the perils and dangers of the wasteland removed from his mind. The safety of being close to the alicorn pressed his mind into slumber. A smile spreading across his face even as drips of blood fell from his cheeks.