This Mare gave me Epic Thought.

“My name is Limestone Pie. You touched Holder’s Boulder. Prepare to die.”

Ironmongery nerd that I am, I came here to ask whether the sword she holds is a seax, to find confirmation in the story.

Badass Pie

Good one

Darrea looked around as her forces went about subduing the inhabitants of the small village. They’d selected this village specifically because its remoteness and the small squad mercenaries hired by the local lord to protect it had been sent north to investigate reports of orc raiders on the King’s Road.
 
The leader of raid grinned and thought to herself. Good luck with that search. She knew they wouldn’t find those supposed orc raiders on the road. They were a ruse that some of her forces had created to specifically draw the mercenaries out of the town.
 
Autumn was winding down and within a couple weeks the first snows of the year would begin to fall. Before that happen her forces would have retreated up to one of the remote mountain valleys at a higher elevations to ride out the winter. The deep drifts of snow would block the narrow mountain passes putting them safely out reach of the King’s retribution. However before the snows fell they needed to have acquired provisions for the winter. That was the purpose of the raid. The villagers had gotten their harvest in and now the Darrea’s forces planned to stock their pantries with the efforts of this village.
 
While greatly outnumbered, Darrea’s forces had swept down on the village with such ferocity that the locals had been cowed into submission. The plan now was take what they needed and then depart before the shock wore off.
 
Darrea’s attention was suddenly deverted by the sounds of violence erupting in the local inn a couple of buildings down the street. From within the building she could hear members of her forces yelling, screaming. Punctuating this was the sounds of weapons clashing in combat.
 
Suddenly from an open second-story window a figured leaped out. Flipping through the air Darrea watched the figure land on a cart they’d commandeered for collecting sacks of grain. Without breaking stride the figure leaped out of the cart; pirouetting in midair the figure swung two long seax daggers/short swords at one of her raiders. Darrea watched his head topple from his neck.
 
The figure made a 3 point landing in the street facing her. The leader of the raiders could now get a better look at this opponent. An earth pony mare of violet grey with a pale grey mane and tail faced her. Her lime-green eyes burned with violent rage.
 
Except for bracers and collar of studded dark brown leather the mare’s neck and forearms she wore no armor. A broad girdle-like belt of similar studded leather was cinched around her waist. Slung from either side was scabbards for her blades. A tightly laced bodice of dark green kept a short-sleeve shirt of cream linen company. Snug trousers of camel brown and calf-high boots of dark brown leather rounded out her wardrobe.
 
For several seconds Darrea and this new opponent stared at each other. Then in a raspy voice this new antagonist spoke.
 
“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care! You can do this the easy way and leave these folks in peace, or we can do this the hard way and this will be your last day in the mortal world! Make up your mind quick!”
 
This is not patron reward, but it is inspired by the series drawing depicting the anthro Mane Six as 5th Edition Dungeons & Dragons characters. This time it’s Limestone Pie as a barbarian. Instead of the classic, muscle-bound, furry loincloth barbarian I instead went for the lightning fast, nimble, dual-wielding warrior.