For 's contest. Drawn in pen, then colored with Photoshop. I sort of wanted to draw a different part of the story, but I don't have time with my other requests lol

Here's a separate pic of Panther and Hero that I did a while back so you can get a better scope on when they look like without armor: [link]

Story:
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*track used: Knights March*

I am covered with armor from head to hoof; all gleaming sliver and tungsten. Even my wings have armor. Despite my slight stature, I am a heavy troop pegasus; we don’t fly in battle. Rather, our wings are our weapons alongside our hooves to tear our foes apart. I shake my head, putting the notion out of my mind, but it doesn’t leave for I can hear the enemy troops’ battle cry across the war field. I look to my left and my right and see soldiers like my self in glimmering lines as far as the eye can see. What should I fear for? Our king’s army is one to behold...and yet I am on the front lines and I know stories of those who come home deranged and war-scarred, missing limbs and wings. I glance to the soldier on my right; he is steadfast, looking ahead with grim anticipation. Am I the only one to fear what is coming to us? I try not to tremble in my armor, but terror is gripping my mind, weakening my body. Suddenly, my armor feels like deadweight, as if it would only slow me down, rather than protect me. I lower my head, trying to compose myself for the coming fight. The Knights around me start to shift and whisper amongst themselves in awe,
“Here comes the Commander!” A knight to my left nudges me,
“Panther! Look alive! Hero comes now,”
I raise my charcoal head and look to the East. The sun is behind a shimmering figure; so bright is this one that the Sun is put to shame. The figure gallops effortlessly in his heavy armor with long strides; his mane and tail streaming out behind him. Such radiance! He skids to a stop, twirling to face us, wings stretching out to capture our attention and our awe. He is as the legends say: Crafted of gold and ruby with a mane a river of blood of his foes; his wings dipped also in blood. He is named Hero for no other name is worthy of his deeds. I know him from war stories, but never did I think I would look upon him! I dare to steal a glance at his shining armor, and then to his face; it shows wisdom and knowledge, commanding respect. Suddenly, his wild eyes meet mine and I am frozen. His gaze softens and breaks away from me and he speaks, his voice thundering through our ranks like waves of the oceans,
“Soldiers! My brothers! Such is the day when blood must be spilled! Fear what you fight, for fear fuels strength! But, do not fear your enemy! Your enemy is not what you fight today. Today....you fight to throw the tyranny of the Unicorn into the bowls of the Earth! Your enemies will crumble beneath your wing and hoof! Do not be troubled by flesh and blood. It is their cause that fuels them! Break their cause, break them! Today is the day of our freedom! Today is the day we reclaim our lands and our skys! Today is the day we, as one nation, unite under one banner to BRING THE UNCORN TO THE PITS OF HELL!” Hero bellows his last words so that a lion would run in terror and the ranks erupt into cheers and battle cries. I feel my heart lift with his words and the roar of the army.
Hero leaps to join our ranks, placing himself next to me in the ranks! I feel as if I only stand to his knee! His wings arch over me and he looks down to me, for his is taller than I, and he speaks to me, “This will be your last battle, but not because you will perish. You will fight and live to see the glory I once knew. Do not fear. You stand beside me and by the strength of the Pegasus,” Energy begins to filter through my limbs as he speaks and I feel overwhelmed with emotion and anticipation. Hero nods at me in confidence and touches my shoulder with his wing; a gesture of comfort. Then, he rears up, scattering the dawn’s light over our rank and roars,
“FOR OUR SKYS!” Power suddenly charges through me and I feel electrified as the entire army mimics Hero’s actions. I tense my muscles, throw my front hooves into the air,
“FOR OUR SKYS!!”, and I look to Hero. His wings are stretched out, his mane is wild in the wind, his armor shines like a thousand suns! He leaps forward, ears pinned back, teeth bared. I charge forward with him, wing knives thrown up. No long does my armor weigh me down! I am ready for this victory!