Fallout: Equestria (IC)

[Fantrum]

Eris forced herself to stop counting the money and look up. With a broad smile she commented, "Oh but of course! Somepony as dashing as yourself could only be a product of my loin!" She laughed whole-heartedly at herself for a bit, "Seriously though, I dont know. You're not that much younger than me." She thought about that for a second before jumping up, face a blaze with blush, "Hey! Im not that old!"

No Name threw up his hooves in an apologizing manner as his face flushed red, "Nononono! I didn't mean to call you old! I promise!" He smiled uneasily for a moment before choosing his next words carefully, "I was just thinking... Tell me if this sounds unethical, but do you think people would pay you more on deals if they thought I was your foal. Y'know... pity and stuff?"

Eris unconsciously touched the big bag of money with her left hind hoof, "Maaaaaaaaaybe." She smiled at the embarrassed colt, "Not too many ponies around here will give their granny a blanket if they dont get fair compensation." She turned and began cuddling with the money, counting out groups of one hundred and separating them into different pouches all around the cart. That way, if somepony gets smart and successfully robbed her, she wouldn't lose everything. Still cradling her sac baby, she spoke to No Name, "Dont you just love money?" She realized her obsession bordered addiction, but hey! If not money something worse, right?

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline felt her face turn a radiant red at Thunder's comment and subsequent rump bump. She was nearly flabbergasted, "Why! I- I dont know what you mean!" She hid her face under a hoof in an embarrassed manner as she stuttered. She looked desperately around for something, an escape maybe, but came up empty. She had never been complemented this much in so short a span of time before; and she enjoyed it.

A grizzled voice whispered, seemingly, into her ear, 'Dont get attached. You know what happens when you do that.'

Marciline scowled inwardly, 'And just what do you expect me to do? I cant spend forever alone, friends make everything easier.'

'Thats true, but how many close friends have we buired already? Just be careful.' The voice relented surprisingly quickly.

Marci mentally smirked, 'Aren't I always?'

Thunder Flare giggled under his breath when he noticed Marciline's easily noticeable reddened face. "C'mon, don't be so shy! There's ain't anythin' wrong with havin' a nice smile. Heck, maybe that's all this place needs—more smiles", he said with a reassuring grin. His gaze drifted towards the curious looking unciorn who laughed like pony who was in need of a little therapy. That help his attention for about ten seconds. Then, looking across the courtyard-like area towards the pony known as Crossfire, Thunder Flare asked Marci, "hey, ya said ya know them—those monarchist ponies—right? So, should we go say 'hi' or somethin'?"

[Das Metro]

No Name threw up his hooves in an apologizing manner as his face flushed red, "Nononono! I didn't mean to call you old! I promise!" He smiled uneasily for a moment before choosing his next words carefully, "I was just thinking... Tell me if this sounds unethical, but do you think people would pay you more on deals if they thought I was your foal. Y'know... pity and stuff?"

Eris unconsciously touched the big bag of money with her left hind hoof, "Maaaaaaaaaybe." She smiled at the embarrassed colt, "Not too many ponies around here will give their granny a blanket if they dont get fair compensation." She turned and began cuddling with the money, counting out groups of one hundred and separating them into different pouches all around the cart. That way, if somepony gets smart and successfully robbed her, she wouldn't lose everything. Still cradling her sac baby, she spoke to No Name, "Dont you just love money?" She realized her obsession bordered addiction, but hey! If not money something worse, right?

No Name looked at Eris peculiarly for a moment. She seemed awfully attached to those caps. Maybe his earlier thoughts of her being a little... off, were right. No Name shook hus head however and banished that thought. He'd still give Eris the benefit of the doubt, especially after she saved his life. No Name plastered a forced smile onto his face and shrugged, "Eh, I've never actually made any caps. When I was being worked as a Mercenary, or for a better title, Slave Foal That I Bought That I Now Force To Fight Under The Guise Of A Mercenary, I was never paid. I was fed and that was it."

[Fantrum]

Marciline felt her face turn a radiant red at Thunder's comment and subsequent rump bump. She was nearly flabbergasted, "Why! I- I dont know what you mean!" She hid her face under a hoof in an embarrassed manner as she stuttered. She looked desperately around for something, an escape maybe, but came up empty. She had never been complemented this much in so short a span of time before; and she enjoyed it.

A grizzled voice whispered, seemingly, into her ear, 'Dont get attached. You know what happens when you do that.'

Marciline scowled inwardly, 'And just what do you expect me to do? I cant spend forever alone, friends make everything easier.'

'Thats true, but how many close friends have we buired already? Just be careful.' The voice relented surprisingly quickly.

Marci mentally smirked, 'Aren't I always?'

Thunder Flare giggled under his breath when he noticed Marciline's easily noticeable reddened face. "C'mon, don't be so shy! There's ain't anythin' wrong with havin' a nice smile. Heck, maybe that's all this place needs—more smiles", he said with a reassuring grin. His gaze drifted towards the curious looking unciorn who laughed like pony who was in need of a little therapy. That help his attention for about ten seconds. Then, looking across the courtyard-like area towards the pony known as Crossfire, Thunder Flare asked Marci, "hey, ya said ya know them—those monarchist ponies—right? So, should we go say 'hi' or somethin'?"

Marci shrugged off her embarrassment and shook her head to clear it. "We can if you so desire-." She noticed bright flashes from behind Crossfire's group and again in the crowd, 'That looks like somepony has been teleporting...' She didnt connect the dots of a terrorist plot because she hadn't witnessed to the previous argument, but several red flags went soaring into the air for her. She only caught the moment of the small metal apple as it finished its decent, disappearing into the throng of ponies. Eyes widening in horror, Marciline grabbed Thunder with her wing and summoned her shield. It glowed to its full strength with only moments to spare before the explosive detonated.

[Fantrum]

Eris unconsciously touched the big bag of money with her left hind hoof, "Maaaaaaaaaybe." She smiled at the embarrassed colt, "Not too many ponies around here will give their granny a blanket if they dont get fair compensation." She turned and began cuddling with the money, counting out groups of one hundred and separating them into different pouches all around the cart. That way, if somepony gets smart and successfully robbed her, she wouldn't lose everything. Still cradling her sac baby, she spoke to No Name, "Dont you just love money?" She realized her obsession bordered addiction, but hey! If not money something worse, right?

No Name looked at Eris peculiarly for a moment. She seemed awfully attached to those caps. Maybe his earlier thoughts of her being a little... off, were right. No Name shook hus head however and banished that thought. He'd still give Eris the benefit of the doubt, especially after she saved his life. No Name plastered a forced smile onto his face and shrugged, "Eh, I've never actually made any caps. When I was being worked as a Mercenary, or for a better title, Slave Foal That I Bought That I Now Force To Fight Under The Guise Of A Mercenary, I was never paid. I was fed and that was it."

Eris caught No Name's look, and read it immediately, "Im not crazy!" She set the money bag down with all the gentleness a mother would show her newborn foal, "I- I just like money..." She said lamely. "I cant help myself. I just see something and I have to have it," she points around the carriage with a hoof, "I have-" She takes a moment to come up with the right words, "A condition. If something isnt bolted to the floor, I have to take it. No stones unturned! I have only had this carriage a day and look at all this." She references the seemingly random nic-nacks around the wagon's interior. She had a sly smile on her face, her body language read something to the effect of, 'Im not crazy! Please believe me.'

[Das Metro]

No Name looked at Eris peculiarly for a moment. She seemed awfully attached to those caps. Maybe his earlier thoughts of her being a little... off, were right. No Name shook hus head however and banished that thought. He'd still give Eris the benefit of the doubt, especially after she saved his life. No Name plastered a forced smile onto his face and shrugged, "Eh, I've never actually made any caps. When I was being worked as a Mercenary, or for a better title, Slave Foal That I Bought That I Now Force To Fight Under The Guise Of A Mercenary, I was never paid. I was fed and that was it."

Eris caught No Name's look, and read it immediately, "Im not crazy!" She set the money bag down with all the gentleness a mother would show her newborn foal, "I- I just like money..." She said lamely. "I cant help myself. I just see something and I have to have it," she points around the carriage with a hoof, "I have-" She takes a moment to come up with the right words, "A condition. If something isnt bolted to the floor, I have to take it. No stones unturned! I have only had this carriage a day and look at all this." She references the seemingly random nic-nacks around the wagon's interior. She had a sly smile on her face, her body language read something to the effect of, 'Im not crazy! Please believe me.'

No Name stared at Eris with an uncharacteristic softness in his gaze. Meekly, he nodded and sighed, shutting his eyes as he moved slightly as to compensate for the plethora of shrapnel buried in his chest, "It's okay, Eris, I understand. I'm not going to judge, because I already owe you my life and all. Its only natural right? All that stuff and nopony to tell you 'no'. I'm the same in some cases. Like this little voice in my head that keeps telling me to... do bad." No Name cocked his head to the side and just stared at the snow for a moment. "Thats probably why Gash got me so cheap!" No Name's voice got shaky again and he noisily took a sharp intake of breath, "Because those Slavers knew I was crazy..."

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marci shrugged off her embarrassment and shook her head to clear it. "We can if you so desire-." She noticed bright flashes from behind Crossfire's group and again in the crowd, 'That looks like somepony has been teleporting...' She didnt connect the dots of a terrorist plot because she hadn't witnessed to the previous argument, but several red flags went soaring into the air for her. She only caught the moment of the small metal apple as it finished its decent, disappearing into the throng of ponies. Eyes widening in horror, Marciline grabbed Thunder with her wing and summoned her shield. It glowed to its full strength with only moments to spare before the explosive detonated.

Thunder Flare, too, had seen the strange skinned unicorn teleport. At first, he had been momentarily stunned. Until he remembered Marci had done the exact same thing earlier that day. But then, the flash of light followed by a distinctive *pop* apparated behind the group of monarchy ponies. Afterwards, Thunder wasn't sure what happened. A shiny, metallic apple-shaped object was flung into the courtyard. There was a blinding flash—not so different from his own cutie mark. Then, Thunder Flare's mind buzzed. As he scanned the immediate area around him, he saw Marci's blue shield had formed a dome over the pair, protecting them from the explosive pressure wave and shrapnel. His heart beat began to race and his pupils dilated. Instinctively he gripped onto Marci, his breath rate increasing. Outside the dome, chaos reigned. Ponies shouted in surprise from the blast; others had been struck by flying shards of metal. "What was that? Well—I mean—who did that?"

[Neo Byzantine Empire]

Crossfire had been satisfied with the moderate following she had gathered; watching idealists I spired by her vision of a new Equestria emerging from the crowd to join those already within her entourage. She, along with many others; both associated and disassociated with her movement, had been caught up in the blast of an explosive device.

Her life flashed before her eyes; time itself seeming to slow in that fateful moment as the grenade flashed to life; a loud boom assaulting her ear-drums, while metallic shards tore through her flesh; the flash of the explosion blinding her temporarily.

The Pegasus Mare exclaimed in pain; screams she could not hear due to her dangerously-close proximity to the explosion. Tears flowed down her cheeks, the mare backing up a bit before collapsing in the snow, ears ringing while her vision blurred.

What seemed like hours were mere seconds in reality; precious seconds that could mean the difference between life an death for so many. She saw ponies on both sides; weapons drawn and formerly non-existant tensions high, wounded being carried away by friends or associates; the dead mourned by families, if any existed; while anger and suspicion began to take over in the aftermath of the shock, confusion, and grief of the attack.

Hooves were on triggers; no shots fired yet, as far as the badly-wounded Pegasus Mare could tell from her position on the ground. Her disorientation had begun to ebb, serious pain from her injuries shooting through her as she forced herself into weak knees.

'Get up..." She repeated to herself as she gritte her teeth together and stood; the torn and bloodied front end of her body making her look like a corpse rising from the dead.

"Hold your fire!" she shouted, barely hearing her own pained and aggressive words as she pointed towards those in her entourage. The pain the you g mare endured was immense; deep gashes from the shrapnel present along her cheek, legs, and torso; a host of minor and moderate wounds contributing to the blood loss, which began to effect her as she sank back down to her knees, praying for Celestia's sake the Moon Tower residents and her followers wouldn't be so quick to judge and deliver retribution...

[Fantrum]

Eris caught No Name's look, and read it immediately, "Im not crazy!" She set the money bag down with all the gentleness a mother would show her newborn foal, "I- I just like money..." She said lamely. "I cant help myself. I just see something and I have to have it," she points around the carriage with a hoof, "I have-" She takes a moment to come up with the right words, "A condition. If something isnt bolted to the floor, I have to take it. No stones unturned! I have only had this carriage a day and look at all this." She references the seemingly random nic-nacks around the wagon's interior. She had a sly smile on her face, her body language read something to the effect of, 'Im not crazy! Please believe me.'

No Name stared at Eris with an uncharacteristic softness in his gaze. Meekly, he nodded and sighed, shutting his eyes as he moved slightly as to compensate for the plethora of shrapnel buried in his chest, "It's okay, Eris, I understand. I'm not going to judge, because I already owe you my life and all. Its only natural right? All that stuff and nopony to tell you 'no'. I'm the same in some cases. Like this little voice in my head that keeps telling me to... do bad." No Name cocked his head to the side and just stared at the snow for a moment. "Thats probably why Gash got me so cheap!" No Name's voice got shaky again and he noisily took a sharp intake of breath, "Because those Slavers knew I was crazy..."

Eris moved over to the colt, and wrapped him up in a big hug. She whispered quietly into his ear, "Its ok, after all, we're all mad here." She released No Name and held him by the shoulders a moment, gazing down into his eyes with her golden ones, "Everypony I know thinks Im a lunatic, with all my laughing and smiling. It doesnt matter what other people think of you, but what you make of yourself." She fixed No Name with a calming smile as she spoke, but as soon as she finished her sentence a resounding boom! Drew her attention away and over to the now dispersed crowd that had an alarming amount of guns drawn. "Oh no." She echoed herself from earlier as she looked over the scene of sudden chaos. Eris couldnt help but feel a bit strange at the energetic entrance of mayhem, it was like a string being plucked in her mind. She dismissed the feeling as she disembarked the carriage and moved to help a buck who's eyes were bleeding from shrapnel.

[Das Metro]

No Name stared at Eris with an uncharacteristic softness in his gaze. Meekly, he nodded and sighed, shutting his eyes as he moved slightly as to compensate for the plethora of shrapnel buried in his chest, "It's okay, Eris, I understand. I'm not going to judge, because I already owe you my life and all. Its only natural right? All that stuff and nopony to tell you 'no'. I'm the same in some cases. Like this little voice in my head that keeps telling me to... do bad." No Name cocked his head to the side and just stared at the snow for a moment. "Thats probably why Gash got me so cheap!" No Name's voice got shaky again and he noisily took a sharp intake of breath, "Because those Slavers knew I was crazy..."

Eris moved over to the colt, and wrapped him up in a big hug. She whispered quietly into his ear, "Its ok, after all, we're all mad here." She released No Name and held him by the shoulders a moment, gazing down into his eyes with her golden ones, "Everypony I know thinks Im a lunatic, with all my laughing and smiling. It doesnt matter what other people think of you, but what you make of yourself." She fixed No Name with a calming smile as she spoke, but as soon as she finished her sentence a resounding boom! Drew her attention away and over to the now dispersed crowd that had an alarming amount of guns drawn. "Oh no." She echoed herself from earlier as she looked over the scene of sudden chaos. Eris couldnt help but feel a bit strange at the energetic entrance of mayhem, it was like a string being plucked in her mind. She dismissed the feeling as she disembarked the carriage and moved to help a buck who's eyes were bleeding from shrapnel.

No Name felt comforted by Eris, he felt safe... Then all that melted away when the loud bang came. No Name jumped from his seat and landed shakily on his hooves, already bringing Timberwolf to bear. It was pure chaos as No Name gazed upon the aftermath. In the back of his head, No Name could hear a vauge voice. It wasn't like his own like when you'd normally think, it was one he had never quite heard, a UFO Voice. No Name listened closer and he made out a few words, "We will all go together..." No Name shook his head, dismissimg this as fatigue from a lack of sleep. He aimed Timberwolf wildly, though saw no threat. Confused he gave an agitated groan and pranced about in place looking for something to aim at.

[Fantrum]

Marci shrugged off her embarrassment and shook her head to clear it. "We can if you so desire-." She noticed bright flashes from behind Crossfire's group and again in the crowd, 'That looks like somepony has been teleporting...' She didnt connect the dots of a terrorist plot because she hadn't witnessed to the previous argument, but several red flags went soaring into the air for her. She only caught the moment of the small metal apple as it finished its decent, disappearing into the throng of ponies. Eyes widening in horror, Marciline grabbed Thunder with her wing and summoned her shield. It glowed to its full strength with only moments to spare before the explosive detonated.

Thunder Flare, too, had seen the strange skinned unicorn teleport. At first, he had been momentarily stunned. Until he remembered Marci had done the exact same thing earlier that day. But then, the flash of light followed by a distinctive *pop* apparated behind the group of monarchy ponies. Afterwards, Thunder wasn't sure what happened. A shiny, metallic apple-shaped object was flung into the courtyard. There was a blinding flash—not so different from his own cutie mark. Then, Thunder Flare's mind buzzed. As he scanned the immediate area around him, he saw Marci's blue shield had formed a dome over the pair, protecting them from the explosive pressure wave and shrapnel. His heart beat began to race and his pupils dilated. Instinctively he gripped onto Marci, his breath rate increasing. Outside the dome, chaos reigned. Ponies shouted in surprise from the blast; others had been struck by flying shards of metal. "What was that? Well—I mean—who did that?"

Marciline dispersed the shield, no longer needing it, and walked through the shattered crowd that had just moments ago been so full of life. "I dont know, but I want to find out." She realized that these ponies needed a leader, and the only pony that Marciline could think of to do the job was currently on her knees bleeding her life blood across the ground. Reaching her, Marci found herself in the center of the two groups. She lifted Crossfire up with her levitation, "Stand tall, Crossfire, these ponies need a leader." She began her little prayer, "May Celestia light your path, and Luna be your shield." At the word shield, Marciline telekineticly yanked the worst of the shrapnel from Crossfire's body. Lowering her horn and dropping countless bloody pieces of metal, Marci closed the worst of Crossfire's cuts and set her on her hooves. She turned and walked back to Thunder, at the other end of the scattering of pony carnage.

[The Moon States]

Katai was skipping silently along the cracked and degraded roadwork going nowhere in particular. Having no need to be in particular care she cracked a wide smile from under her hood and began to sing in a soft bubbly voice, "When you've bungled all your bangles and your loved ones have been mangled listen to the jingle jangle of my gypsie tambourine. Cause these chords are hypnotizing and the whole worlds harmonizing, so please children stop your crying and just sing along with me!" These being the only lyrics that Katai could recall from the time with the foals in her tribe she just kept repeating these lyrics and skipped along. Moving slowly but surely, the looming remains of the city seemed to call her in and she proceeded into the maw of the monster that is Seadle

[Fantrum]

Eris moved over to the colt, and wrapped him up in a big hug. She whispered quietly into his ear, "Its ok, after all, we're all mad here." She released No Name and held him by the shoulders a moment, gazing down into his eyes with her golden ones, "Everypony I know thinks Im a lunatic, with all my laughing and smiling. It doesnt matter what other people think of you, but what you make of yourself." She fixed No Name with a calming smile as she spoke, but as soon as she finished her sentence a resounding boom! Drew her attention away and over to the now dispersed crowd that had an alarming amount of guns drawn. "Oh no." She echoed herself from earlier as she looked over the scene of sudden chaos. Eris couldnt help but feel a bit strange at the energetic entrance of mayhem, it was like a string being plucked in her mind. She dismissed the feeling as she disembarked the carriage and moved to help a buck who's eyes were bleeding from shrapnel.

No Name felt comforted by Eris, he felt safe... Then all that melted away when the loud bang came. No Name jumped from his seat and landed shakily on his hooves, already bringing Timberwolf to bear. It was pure chaos as No Name gazed upon the aftermath. In the back of his head, No Name could hear a vauge voice. It wasn't like his own like when you'd normally think, it was one he had never quite heard, a UFO Voice. No Name listened closer and he made out a few words, "We will all go together..." No Name shook his head, dismissimg this as fatigue from a lack of sleep. He aimed Timberwolf wildly, though saw no threat. Confused he gave an agitated groan and pranced about in place looking for something to aim at.

Having wrapped the buck's eyes with healing bandages, Eris turned her attention back to No Name. She ran up to him, put a hoof on the shimmering weapon, and lowered it. "Now isnt the time for that No Name." She said in a genital voice, in the back of her mind, a strong voice yelled at her.

'Make off with the caps! COME ON! All the sales ponies are preoccupied! We could do it! Come on! Lets take all the caps and run!'

Eris' better nature took up arms against the voice, 'Shut up! Ponies are dying and thats all you can think of? Bugger off!' With the battle won, Eris pushed the thought into a deep hole and filled it in. She stopped for a second, gazing at the alicorn that had just healed the (seemingly) leader of the opposing group. She had never seen one help another like that before, and it inspired her to do the same. Getting out a good wad of healing bandages, Eris began to work through the group, attempting to help everypony she could.

[Mooseolini]

Pitch saw that his work is still incomplete. So, as he hid among the crowd, the evil unicorn threw a second grenade, hoping to deliver the final blow Crossfire's dream once and for all. The grenade exploded in midair, adding more to the chaos.

[Das Metro]

Having wrapped the buck's eyes with healing bandages, Eris turned her attention back to No Name. She ran up to him, put a hoof on the shimmering weapon, and lowered it. "Now isnt the time for that No Name." She said in a genital voice, in the back of her mind, a strong voice yelled at her.

'Make off with the caps! COME ON! All the sales ponies are preoccupied! We could do it! Come on! Lets take all the caps and run!'

Eris' better nature took up arms against the voice, 'Shut up! Ponies are dying and thats all you can think of? Bugger off!' With the battle won, Eris pushed the thought into a deep hole and filled it in. She stopped for a second, gazing at the alicorn that had just healed the (seemingly) leader of the opposing group. She had never seen one help another like that before, and it inspired her to do the same. Getting out a good wad of healing bandages, Eris began to work through the group, attempting to help everypony she could.

No Name stopped bugging out once Eris lowered the gun. He would sigh and lower Timberwolf before looking up at the Tower, then those injured and affected. No Name glanced to his Ministry of Peace Kit and then to Timberwolf. The UFO Voice returned sounding bemused, Come on No Name! PICK! DO IT! There are bad Ponies somewhere! Strip the flesh, salt the wound!" No Name blinked rapidly and fervently shook his head, messing up his already tattered neon blue mane. No Name levitated Timberwolf into the saddlebag and ran over to join Eris with the helping of Ponies with his First Aid Kit.

[The Grey Wolf]

Ruby heard the grenade go off, and something in her mind followed it's example. She felt like she was blacking out, for a second there. She lay on the ground for a second, clutching her head, she heard a loud screeching sound. Her fragile mind overloaded.

"Somepony!" she cried out. She was surrounded by ponies, but she saw a ground soaked with blood and body organs. Some of them appeared like skeletons. Walking, talking, skeletons, who disintegrating into dust. The red fur, blue haired pony raced around, before seeing Eris, standing over another pony, trying to help. In her deluded mind, she thought Eris was holding a butcher's knife, and was trying to butcher the pony. She leaped on her, biting and pounding.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline dispersed the shield, no longer needing it, and walked through the shattered crowd that had just moments ago been so full of life. "I dont know, but I want to find out." She realized that these ponies needed a leader, and the only pony that Marciline could think of to do the job was currently on her knees bleeding her life blood across the ground. Reaching her, Marci found herself in the center of the two groups. She lifted Crossfire up with her levitation, "Stand tall, Crossfire, these ponies need a leader." She began her little prayer, "May Celestia light your path, and Luna be your shield." At the word shield, Marciline telekineticly yanked the worst of the shrapnel from Crossfire's body. Lowering her horn and dropping countless bloody pieces of metal, Marci closed the worst of Crossfire's cuts and set her on her hooves. She turned and walked back to Thunder, at the other end of the scattering of pony carnage.

As Marciline trotted up towards the injured leader of the newly hatched government, Thunder Flare looked about the crowds for ponies he could help. He didn't have any medical tools, instruments, or otherwise. But, he did know a tad-bit about improvising. After Marci returned from her helping of Crossfire, Thunder shouted over the chaotic scene, "be right back!" While rushing up to a moderately injured pony, who seemed more to have passed-out rather than sustained life-altering injuries, Thunder noticed the bizarre skinned unicorn, once again. Astonished at what he was seeing, Thunder Flare watched as the ghoul pony retrieved an object exactly similar to the one that had exploded into fragments, moments ago. He watched with wide eyes as the ghoul bit off the pin of the grenade and toss it, just as he must have tossed the previous one. 'By golly, I ain't one t' take kindly t' fightin'. But, I sure as hell ain't gonna sit pretty an' watch as others get hurt!' Thunder Flare was not a combat Pegasus. He didn't have any military training. Heck, he wasn't even that great a shot. But, this did not stop the muscular, manual-labour-and-flight-toned pony from charging at Pitch in full gear. Lunging forward with the power of hooves and wings, Thunder Flare sped toward the mastermind behind the chaos.

[Mooseolini]

Marciline dispersed the shield, no longer needing it, and walked through the shattered crowd that had just moments ago been so full of life. "I dont know, but I want to find out." She realized that these ponies needed a leader, and the only pony that Marciline could think of to do the job was currently on her knees bleeding her life blood across the ground. Reaching her, Marci found herself in the center of the two groups. She lifted Crossfire up with her levitation, "Stand tall, Crossfire, these ponies need a leader." She began her little prayer, "May Celestia light your path, and Luna be your shield." At the word shield, Marciline telekineticly yanked the worst of the shrapnel from Crossfire's body. Lowering her horn and dropping countless bloody pieces of metal, Marci closed the worst of Crossfire's cuts and set her on her hooves. She turned and walked back to Thunder, at the other end of the scattering of pony carnage.

As Marciline trotted up towards the injured leader of the newly hatched government, Thunder Flare looked about the crowds for ponies he could help. He didn't have any medical tools, instruments, or otherwise. But, he did know a tad-bit about improvising. After Marci returned from her helping of Crossfire, Thunder shouted over the chaotic scene, "be right back!" While rushing up to a moderately injured pony, who seemed more to have passed-out rather than sustained life-altering injuries, Thunder noticed the bizarre skinned unicorn, once again. Astonished at what he was seeing, Thunder Flare watched as the ghoul pony retrieved an object exactly similar to the one that had exploded into fragments, moments ago. He watched with wide eyes as the ghoul bit off the pin of the grenade and toss it, just as he must have tossed the previous one. 'By golly, I ain't one t' take kindly t' fightin'. But, I sure as hell ain't gonna sit pretty an' watch as others get hurt!' Thunder Flare was not a combat Pegasus. He didn't have any military training. Heck, he wasn't even that great a shot. But, this did not stop the muscular, manual-labour-and-flight-toned pony from charging at Pitch in full gear. Lunging forward with the power of hooves and wings, Thunder Flare sped toward the mastermind behind the chaos.

Pitch saw the incoming pony. The wicked black ghoul dematerialized from his spot, and rematerialized behind Thunder Flare.
"Hey!" said Pitch, hoping to provoke the pony further, "Over here!"
Pitch then took out several knives, from his black vest, with his telekinesis, ready to face his opponent.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Pitch saw the incoming pony. The wicked black ghoul dematerialized from his spot, and rematerialized behind Thunder Flare.
"Hey!" said Pitch, hoping to provoke the pony further, "Over here!"
Pitch then took out several knives, from his black vest, with his telekinesis, ready to face his opponent.

Screeching to a halt several inches off the ground at the sight of Pitch teleporting, and the sound of the same ghoul shouting behind him, Thunder Flare executed a quick one-eighty turn-about. Staring down the ghoul, Thunder withdrew a combat knife of his own. "I ain't gonna let ya hurt anypony, anymore", he said firmly to Pitch. Violently flapping his wings, the amber pegasus dove straight for Pitch Black, aiming not to kill, but to maim. Right before reaching the aged-menace, Thunder broke-off and veered straight up, throwing a feint kick at the ghoul's face. The azure-maned pegasus circled about through the air, his eyes always trained on his target. Returning into a sixty degree angle dive, he rapidly closed the distance between himself and the ghoul, the sun's light reflecting off the clouds glinting on the stainless steel of his knife.

[Mooseolini]

Pitch saw the incoming pony. The wicked black ghoul dematerialized from his spot, and rematerialized behind Thunder Flare.
"Hey!" said Pitch, hoping to provoke the pony further, "Over here!"
Pitch then took out several knives, from his black vest, with his telekinesis, ready to face his opponent.

Screeching to a halt several inches off the ground at the sight of Pitch teleporting, and the sound of the same ghoul shouting behind him, Thunder Flare executed a quick one-eighty turn-about. Staring down the ghoul, Thunder withdrew a combat knife of his own. "I ain't gonna let ya hurt anypony, anymore." He said firmly to Pitch. Violently flapping his wings, the amber pegasus dove straight for Pitch Black, aiming not to kill, but to maim. Right before reaching the aged-menace, Thunder broke-off and veered straight up, throwing a feint kick at the ghoul's face. The azure-maned pegasus circled about through the air, his eyes always trained on his target. Returning into a sixty degree angle dive, he rapidly closed the distance between himself and the ghoul, the sun's light reflecting off the clouds glinting on the stainless steel of his knife.

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Pitch flinched from the feint attack, but, didn't back down.
"Why don't you take a hike?!" snarled Pitch, "Crossfire is my target. However, I bet that you will make a great appetizer!"
The evil unicorn made his turn. Pitch turned his knives towards the incoming pegasus, creating a wall of sharp steel, as the pegasus closed in on him.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Pitch flinched from the feint attack, but, didn't back down.
"Why don't you take a hike?!" snarled Pitch, "Crossfire is my target. However, I bet that you will make a great appetizer!"
The evil unicorn made his turn. Pitch turned his knives towards the incoming pegasus, creating a wall of sharp steel, as the pegasus closed in on him.

Steel knife calling for justice over the terrorist act and wind rushing through his ears, had Thunder needed to hear anything, he would have been bucked. Thankfully for the pegasus, this was not the case. Having kept his vision narrowed to the unicorn ghoul, Thunder saw the barricade of steel, screaming for his blood on their blades. Thunder swiftly reared up to avoid a collision with death. The now wary pegasus encompassed Pitch in a circling maneuver; never flying too close to the wicked ends of the metal knifes, yet never disengaging the ghoul. An idea forming within his mind, Thunder rapidly increased his flight speed, circling faster and faster. As the wind around Thunder picked up speed, an outline began to take form in the air. With every additional flap of the wings, the outline grew in definition. Until, finally, a miniature cyclone took shape around the speeding Thunder Flare. The cyclone descended upon Pitch, the impenetrable wall of air and wind flinging the knives stabbed in his direction back by several feet. Then, as it was right above the ghouls head, Thunder exited his tempest shield and lunged for Pitch, his knife clutched tightly in teeth.

[Mooseolini]

Pitch flinched from the feint attack, but, didn't back down.
"Why don't you take a hike?!" snarled Pitch, "Crossfire is my target. However, I bet that you will make a great appetizer!"
The evil unicorn made his turn. Pitch turned his knives towards the incoming pegasus, creating a wall of sharp steel, as the pegasus closed in on him.

Steel knife calling for justice over the terrorist act and wind rushing through his ears, had Thunder needed to hear anything, he would have been bucked. Thankfully for the pegasus, this was not the case. Having kept his vision narrowed to the unicorn ghoul, Thunder saw the barricade of steel, screaming for his blood on their blades. Thunder swiftly reared up to avoid a collision with death. The now wary pegasus encompassed Pitch in a circling maneuver; never flying too close to the wicked ends of the metal knifes, yet never disengaging the ghoul. An idea forming within his mind, Thunder rapidly increased his flight speed, circling faster and faster. As the wind around Thunder picked up speed, an outline began to take form in the air. With every additional flap of the wings, the outline grew in definition. Until, finally, a miniature cyclone took shape around the speeding Thunder Flare. The cyclone descended upon Pitch, the impenetrable wall of air and wind flinging the knives stabbed in his direction back by several feet. Then, as it was right above the ghouls head, Thunder exited his tempest shield and lunged for Pitch, his knife clutched tightly in teeth.

A dizy Pitch looked up into the sky, he thought he saw three pegasi decending upon him, each carrying a sharp knife with intent to kill. The ghoul teleported from his spot, and reappeard at a random location, away from Thunder. When the Unicorn regained focus, he noticed that Thunder had a great advantage over him, literally! The evil ghoul dematerialized once more, returning to his mobile house. Pitch got into his white Power Armor, armed with mechanical wings, giving him equal footing. Arming himself with even more knives, the evil unicorn dematerialized, returning to the battle field, this time, he plans to be victorious! The ghoul levitated the knives he dropped, thanks to Thunder's cyclone. The evil pony engaged Thunder once more, sprouting his artificial wings and lunged towards the pegasus, this time with twice as many knives as before, ready stab into Thunder's flesh.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

A dizy Pitch looked up into the sky, he thought he saw three pegasi decending upon him, each carrying a sharp knife with intent to kill. The ghoul teleported from his spot, and reappeard at a random location, away from Thunder. When the Unicorn regained focus, he noticed that Thunder had a great advantage over him, literally! The evil ghoul dematerialized once more, returning to his mobile house. Pitch got into his white Power Armor, armed with mechanical wings, giving him equal footing. Arming himself with even more knives, the evil unicorn dematerialized, returning to the battle field, this time, he plans to be victorious! The ghoul levitated the knives he dropped, thanks to Thunder's cyclone. The evil pony engaged Thunder once more, sprouting his artificial wings and lunged towards the pegasus, this time with twice as many knives as before, ready stab into Thunder's flesh.

One moment Pitch was there, and the next, gone. Scanning around the area for the cowardly ghoul, Thunder Flare assumed the scardy-pony had left in fright. "Good riddance", Thunder mumbled. He started to trot away to find his companion, Marci, when he heard the distinctive *pop* he had come to know as the signal of a teleportation spell. Spinning to face the direction the noise came from, Thunder was once again staring down the source; Pitch Black. Studying the ghoul up and down, it was hard to miss the fact that Pitch was now adourned in winged power armour and lined with even more tools to hack, slash, and stab Thunder with. "Hidin' behin' yer steel frame, Pitch? Fine by me." But, when he saw Pitch telekinetically lifting all of the razor-edged knives in preparation of using them to make Thunder more akin to Swiss cheese, he spread his own wings and launched himself high into the air. "Want t' play it that way? Then let's go!", Thunder shouted over the expanse of air between them.

[Mooseolini]

A dizy Pitch looked up into the sky, he thought he saw three pegasi decending upon him, each carrying a sharp knife with intent to kill. The ghoul teleported from his spot, and reappeard at a random location, away from Thunder. When the Unicorn regained focus, he noticed that Thunder had a great advantage over him, literally! The evil ghoul dematerialized once more, returning to his mobile house. Pitch got into his white Power Armor, armed with mechanical wings, giving him equal footing. Arming himself with even more knives, the evil unicorn dematerialized, returning to the battle field, this time, he plans to be victorious! The ghoul levitated the knives he dropped, thanks to Thunder's cyclone. The evil pony engaged Thunder once more, sprouting his artificial wings and lunged towards the pegasus, this time with twice as many knives as before, ready stab into Thunder's flesh.

One moment Pitch was there, and the next, gone. Scanning around the area for the cowardly ghoul, Thunder Flare assumed the scardy-pony had left in fright. "Good riddance", Thunder mumbled. He started to trot away to find his companion, Marci, when he heard the distinctive *pop* he had come to know as the signal of a teleportation spell. Spinning to face the direction the noise came from, Thunder was once again staring down the source; Pitch Black. Studying the ghoul up and down, it was hard to miss the fact that Pitch was now adourned in winged power armour and lined with even more tools to hack, slash, and stab Thunder with. "Hidin' behin' yer steel frame, Pitch? Fine by me." But, when he saw Pitch telekinetically lifting all of the razor-edged knives in preparation of using them to make Thunder more akin to Swiss cheese, he spread his own wings and launched himself high into the air. "Want t' play it that way? Then let's go!", Thunder shouted over the expanse of air between them.

"I'm laughing to death!" Pitch giggled childishly, "You know that goddess of yours? What a Joke! 'Great and Powerful Trixie' my plot!"
Pitch turned towards Thunder. The evil ghoul arranged his knives, creating an even bigger wall of knives, each of them thirsty for Thunder's blood! The ghoul took flight, chasing after the Pegasus.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

"I'm laughing to death!" Pitch giggled childishly, "You know that goddess of yours? What a Joke! 'Great and Powerful Trixie' my plot!"
Pitch turned towards Thunder. The evil ghoul arranged his knives, creating an even bigger wall of knives, each of them thirsty for Thunder's blood! The ghoul took flight, chasing after the Pegasus.

Confused by Pitch's statement, Thunder Flare shouted out over the rushing of the wind, "One! I ain't one a' the monarchists. An', two! I ain't even heard a' 'the goddess' 'till today!" Throwing his fourteen point two wingpower into full force, Thunder Flare found it was moderately easy to maintain a fair distance between himself and the knife-levitating insane ghoul. Gaining elevation with every flap, every push, Thunder flare attempted to bait Pitch as high as he could. Higher and higher the combatants went, ever nearing the cloud cover above. Until, finally, Thunder Flare leveled out for no more than a second, and dove forward, bypassing Pitch. Like greased lightning, the amber and azure pegasus pony plummeted towards the ground below, Pitch now hot on his tail. "C'mon, let's see how well that thing heavy winged contraption a' yers stops", Thunder whispered to himself as the ground scenery grew ever larger in his view.