I see...

And now ya face the might of the legion... with new member... give it up for mister original sin imself... Cain.

You will all die by my hooves...

Ya think you can stand up to us all Nec... wes got ya outnumbered four to one.

You outnumber me yes...But you are out matched. I faced the Brothers of Sin when i was Mortal...Now im a God, What hope do you have?

Your death shall come swiftly Necronius... ally of the Celestials...

*Breaths Fire at Everypony*

*Gluttony devours the flames and grows a little bit bigger*

Your powers aint gonna do much against my mouth.


*Gluttony grabs Necronius by the head and slams him into a wall.

*A surge of energy bursts out right at Necronius as Gluttony shrinks. His skin heals*

Is that it?

*Opens his mouth and Roars, Flies come out and begin to eat at Gluttony* Gluttony...meet Famine.

Hey there sugar flies... how about you all get Necronius instead. Im sure hes much tastier anyway...

*the flies turn from Gluttony and attack Necronius.*

*Necronius Flashes his eyes and the Flies all turn into Ash* You cant turn my own minions on me my dear. *Stomps on the ground and summons some Zombies to aid him*

So... I leave for five minutes and you all go out on some stupid pointless fight... I had not scheduled this attack yet... We are not ready to handle Necronius... you all should know this... We are leaving right now.

*Hercules leads the legion away*

You live on another day... but know that the legion will soon end you.

I believe you are mistaken...

You will fall under the might of the legion. With the void open I shall find more warriors to join... and I shall create the most powerful army in the world. And once you are gone I shall focus my power on the knights of Faust... and then Faust herself.

You will not survive the attempt.

Just shut up and die! *punches him across the face*

*The punch knocks Necronius Back but he Stands right back up and Slashes Cain*

*spits out a tooth* well, that'll take the drunk out of your system. *flips over Necronius and slashes at his tendons with the ragged edge of his horn*