And then it was over.

The pricesses, bound and cut off from their magic, cowered in front of a weary but triumphant Discord. Twilight Sparkle and her friends, powerless without the Elements of Harmony, stood near them in what used to be Celestia's throne room.
"Perhaps now we can discuss just who this world belongs to again," he gloated. "Perhaps over a nice glass of chocolate milk?"

Before the princesses could answer Twilight Sparkle (who had gotten rid of her mane at some point during the war) spoke up:
"I think there's something you didn't consider, Discord."
"Oh, and what would that be, my little pony?"

The answer was a blinding flash of light and the sound of a god's fist shattering a mountain. As Discord recovered he ran to the window only to see a large mushroom cloud where most of his army had been. Before the smoke had entirely cleared, large drills burrowed out of the ground, attached to troop transports which spit out soldiers; simultaneously swarms of missile-bearing helicopters descended upon Canterlot, all bearing the manticore-tailed logo of Sparkle's private army.

As flamethrower-bearing unicorns blinked into existence behind her and proceeded to torch the guards in the room, Twilight Sparkle grinned at him and calmly spoke her army's battle cry as she and her friends ushered the princesses out.
"For the sisterhood."


Weil ich kann.