Challenger: Broadshield. An ex-Equestrian military Corporal, now Commander of Special Forces Team Equinox.

Strengths: Is incredibly agile in the air, and is proficient in wielding any kind of weapon, as well as using anything he can find to use as weapons against his opponents.

Weaknesses: Possesses average amount of physical strength, as well as average stamina. Not as fast on the ground on hoof compared to him flying.

Equipment:

• Katana: A deadly, extremely sharpened Katana from Neighpon, easily able to cut through armor and flesh with a single slice.
  
• Throwing Knives: Holds three of them at the moment. Can be used and thrown for ranged attacks.
• Kriss Vector SMG: A Kriss Vector SMG with HOLO Sights, foregrip, extendable/foldable stock, red dot sight, and a 40 round magazine capacity.
• M1911: Regular side-arm with red dot sight/flashlight combo with Full Metal Jacket rounds. 10 round magazine capacity.
• Grenades: Flashbang grenades which explode with a bright flash and loud bang, capable of stunning anyone nearby. Smoke grenades which release a thick plume of smoke to disorient the enemy. HE grenades which release a flurry of shrapnel and explosives when it goes off.

Abilities:

• CQC: Close Quarters Combat, a mix of various fighting styles used to subdue and even kill opponents.
• Weapons: Proficient in using any weapon, can even use whatever is around him as a makeshift weapon.
• Agility: Large (temporary) increase in speed on the ground or in the air. Can cause temporary fatigue for Broadshield who will need to catch his breath.
• Environmental thrust: Uses any part of an environment as a launch pad, to dramatically increase his launch speed into the air, or even into his opponents.

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As the stranger makes his way through the seemingly abandoned town, he would soon find himself surrounded by four hooded and masked figures, almost like assassins. Before they can do anything further, a loud voice is heard throughout the town. "STAND DOWN." The four immediately back away from the individual, making their way towards Broadshield, guarding him. "You four, I'll handle this." he says to them before they all dart away into the shadows. Broadshield continues to silently stare at the trespasser, who was roughly 50 meters away from him, the sun at Broadshield's back, almost making it look like some wild western film where the hero would be facing the villain, his back to the sun. "You are in the wrong place. This is restricted area under authority of Crown Princess Celestia, under the watch of Equinox. I will give you one chance to turn away, or I will make you pay." he says, pulling out his M1911 and his Katana, his Katana to his side, the M1911 trained directly at the intruder's head. "Once again. Turn away, or I'll send you packing." he repeats, a steely, determined look on his face, ready to fight.

Broadshield couldn't help but smirk at this stranger, acting all tough, trying to insult him. "I'll be sure to drag your pathetic plot to the Princess' to explain to you exactly why I'm here, and I'll be sure to do that once I'm done wiping the floor with you." he says, noticing the gleam in the stone in the forehead of his helmet. He's had his experience of flashbang grenades, and he could only guess that this would do the same thing. With that, he quickly closes his eyes, and counts to 2. He then opens his eyes and sees him starting to almost fly towards a nearby building. "I don't think so." he says, taking aim with his pistol. Taking aim, tracking the target to score hits, he pulls the trigger several times, emptying the magazine. 5 bullets aimed for his body, the other 5 aimed at the thin line. These bullets had the capacity to penetrate armour and skin. A successful hit would definitely deal damage to him or the line.

If Hex was looking, he would have seen a slightly amused and surprised look on Broadshield's face. Broadshield was slightly surprised and amazed that he managed to score a few hits. "Sloppy. If you weren't mouthing off, you'd have easily dodged them." he says before noticing the assailant barreling towards him after a misfire from his hooks. Broadshield dodges with ease, but not before pulling out his katana and making a slash at the pony while he uncontrollably barreled past him.

Broadshield doesn't see the explosion coming, and he is knocked back a few feet from the explosion, but is still standing. He manages to pat out a few small fires on his fur from the explosion, looking annoyed. "Had enough yet? Or do you insist on fighting, even though you won't win?" he says coldly. He then quickly reloads his pistol and takes aim once again at Hex's head, slowly backing away and creating distance. "You're not going to win this fight, you never will. Leave now, and you will leave this place alive. Stay, and you will die alone here. What will it be, Hex Schwambart?" he says, cocking the pistol, preparing his katana and rifle, preparing himself for whatever Hex does next.

"Don't worry your pretty flank, I'll keep to my word. But as for you, you aren't going anywhere." he says harshly, firing several more rounds at Hex. The first two shots intentionally aimed to his left and right simultaneously past his head to scare him. The next 4 shots aimed at his legs to incapacitate him. The last 4 shots aimed at his head. Two aimed for his face, the other two aimed for the stones on his helm. With luck, these shots would easily render his combat ability and capability useless.

Broadshield is only able to get himself out of the way of the beam, but the gun gets turned to a hot, molten pile of metal as he drops it on the ground. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" he yells out as he follows him inside the building, pulling out his Vector. Before he does anything, he throws in a flash grenade into the building, waiting for it to go off, filling the room with bright lights and a deafening bang, he moves into cover, before firing at the bar, some shots penetrating the wood.

Right as he finishes off his current magazine, he watches Hex bolt out, only to send himself crashing through a nearby wall. Quickly reloading, he makes his way to the left side of the building. Spotting Hex, clearly dazed, he opens fire, bullets aimed for every part of his body: his head and helmet, his body, his limbs, making sure he hits something so that Hex can no longer fight, while keeping his distance in case Hex pulls something out of his hypothetical sleeves.