You had been walking down the street, contemplating the world around you. As you walked, your short black hair gently pushed by a calming breeze and your t-shirt flapping a bit, you take in the sounds of the city of Canterlot. For the most part, Canterlot was a nice, upper-class town, somewhat secluded from the rest of Equestria. Like all big cities, though, it had its fair share of crime.
You crane your head to look upon the buildings in Canterlot, their ornate construction reminding you of various high-class buildings in other places. Some of the marble in the city semi-illuminated your human form. Standing at a height of 5' 11'', you were of modest height and a not too terrible build, not too skinny but still not a drop of fat on your person whatsoever. The warm night in the city of Canterlot coerced you to wear a greenish pair of shorts along with a grey t-shirt. Kicking a can at random, your sneakers, grey-laced white shoes which had seen better days, stepped with light thuds on the cobble.Again, you smell the crisp, warm air of Canterlot. All seemed quiet, but you soon remember that it is at this quiet hour that the ne'er-do-wells and criminals do their dirty deeds on any given night. Tonight happened to be one of those nights. All of a sudden, trash cans rattled and clattered in a nearby alley.
"You scoundrels! Do you not know who I am?" a feminine voice yelled.
"A pretty princess in need of a lesson!" another voice shouted, this time masculine and gruff.
"Yeah, so shut up and do what we tell you, or you'll be so broken the street sweepers won't know what to do with you!" yet another voice called out, masculine like the second but a bit lighter and more raspy.
"What are you talking about? I will not submit to the likes of you!" the feminine voice called out.
"Fine... we tried the easy way but you didn't listen," the first male said. "Willy?"
"What is it, Swift?" Willy, the second male asked.
"Hold her," Swift said.
All of a sudden, a sound of magic charging up was heard, and then it stopped. "Release me at once!" the female voice yelled.
"Let's see if you can defend yourself without a horn, you bitch!" Swift shouted out.
Just a second later, there was a loud snap, followed by a scream of pain. A sound like a piece of hollow wood hitting the ground soon followed.
"She's still got some fight!" Willy called out.
It was then that you made your approach to see what was going on. What you would see shocked you beyond belief.
Two rough-and-tumble stallions had pinned a mare, and the larger one, the one who you assumed was Swift, had his left hoof on the mare's left wing. The mare also had what was left of a horn, the other half of which was lying on the ground and had a bit of blood on it. The mare, a black Alicorn with a flowing purple and blue mane, cyan cat-like eyes, and a moon surrounded by purple for her cutie mark, was pinned between the cold stone ground and Swift's partner-in-crime, blood dripping down her face and purple eyeshadow running a bit because of her tears of pain. She looked at the open end of the alley, hoping to jump up and take the rapists by surprise.
"Hold her, Willy!" Swift called out.
Willy did his best to keep the mare under him pinned. All of a sudden, Swift himself raised his hoof and slammed it down on the black Alicorn's left wing base with a sickening crunch. The mare's head went up and she howled out in agony.
Swift, not even bothering to grant the black Alicorn mercy, stomped on the mare's other wing base, causing the mare to wail, burning pain shooting across her back and rendering her flightless and without magic. She had only two options - let the brutes Swift and Willy have their way with her, or hold out on that last little bit of hope, praying that somepony (or someone in your case) would heed her call. She threw up her head and, as loud as she could, yelled out two words that rang throughout Canterlot.
"HELP MEEEE!"
What is your course of action?