Sunday Night Smackdown

Rusty sits within the garage of his mechanic's shop. Around him, 10 other stallions sit, or stand while engaged in a fairly heated conversation. After weeks of laying low, they set back out to putting up posters, and spraying graffiti around town last week. Sure enough, two days ago, someone took down all the posters they put up that night.  "Is that 'Woke Warrior' such a no-life that he's just looking for our work every night?!" Copper Coil, a local electrician rants, throwing his hands into the air. "Or maybe he's not working alone." Synth Wave, one of the younger members of their group comments. The others all mumble agreement. There's no way this is one person taking down all their work. They're putting things up all over the town! Far too spread out for one person to hit in one night! "We gotta do something about these guys. They're ruining OUR town!" Copper growls. Across from him, Rusty simply nods over towards a cabinet in the corner of the shop. The group all look to the cabinet, then back to Rusty. They know what's inside, and what Rusty is implying by pointing it out. (https://youtu.be/2kgJy0kZGvE?si=e3M3emk7a7a2-VLS) The question is... Where do the guards draw the line? They're good with the graffiti, and posters, but what about murder?  Copper opens his mouth to speak again, only to be cut off by Synth. "Hey. Do you guys hear that?" The whole group goes silent to listen. Sure enough, Rusty hears some sort of sizzling sound coming from one of the garage doors. He stands up, and goes to inspect the door, only for a large hole to suddenly burst open in the middle of it! Stinging acid splashes onto Rusty's arm, and he lets out a yelp of surprise. He stumbles backwards, nearly falling into one of the wells he uses to work on the underside of cars. Jagged, black claws grab both ends of the hole. The sound of sheering metal fills the garage as a massive black dragon tears his way into the garage. The group inside the garage is so stunned, they don't even react when a second, red dragon enters the garage through the same hole. None of them see the smaller, hoodied figure enter behind them. The black dragon lets out a roaring battle cry. The likes of which, no sane individual could manage. His claw flashes out, and snatches up one of the older stallions. Then, as easily as someone might toss an empty soda bottle, he tosses the stallion behind him. The stallion slams into the concrete wall of the garage, and hits the ground with a resounding 'slap'. The red dragon's maw sparks momentarily. Synth, and two others barely have enough time to scramble out of the way as a torrent of flame launches from the red dragon's mouth. One stallion cries out as his left foot is caught in the flames.  "Grab the shotgun!" Rusty screams, just before a black clawed foot slams into his chest. He hears multiple cracks, and all of the air rushes out of his lungs. One young stallion grabs a wrench from one of the tool racks, and lets out a cry as he charges the red dragon. The dragon turns to face him, just in time for the wrench to connect with his chest. The dragon growls in anger, and the young stallion instantly shrinks. He's quickly batted aside as the red dragon decides his next target. Copper rushes to the cabinet in the back corner of the garage. He frantically grasps at the handles. Fear making his movements jittery, and uncertain. There's a resounding metal thud, accompanied by the sound of snapping bone. Copper screams as his hands are smashed into the cabinet by a metal baseball bat. He stumbles backwards, only barely catching a glimpse of a figure in a black hoodie just before the bat slams into his stomach. He crumples over onto the floor before a booted foot slams into his side, knocking him over. As the figure is distracted, Synth grabs hold of a small lug wrench, and hurls it at the hoodied figure. The figure's head turns just in time for the wrench to connect with it's nose with a resounding wet crunch. The figure lets out a growl filled with a mixture of pain, and anger. To his horror, Synth watches as the figure reaches a hand up to his nose, and, in one swift motion, sets it back into place with a loud crack. Even behind the goggles covering the figure's eyes, Synth can see the tears streaming down his face. He never sees the fist of the black dragon connect with the side of his head. That night, police, and EMS are called out to Rusty's Fix-er-Up by a passerby out on a nightly walk. They report one of the garage doors being in ruins, and hearing groans from inside. When the police arrive on scene, they find the garage in tatters, and 11 injured stallions strewn about the garage. Each in a varying state of consciousness, or unconsciousness. There are no signs of the perpetrators other than partially dissolved, and burnt tools, machinery, and concrete.