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#Post#: 2791--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Foxtrot Date: June 25, 2017, 9:41 am
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The guard laying down punches on Shroud reels back form Mesa's
attack. He loses his balance and is knocked back a short
distance, but recovers. With his firearm dropped, he pulls out a
switchblade and charges towards the pegasus. With the one guard
distracted, the noctral is able to get back up in time to parry
her second assailant. Hoofs fly as the two duke it out face to
face. The other guards, well, the ones that can still fight, are
found by Scarhoof as they lay down suppressing fire onto Foxtrot
and Pepper. The stallion in white does see Mesa preparing a
shot, and ducks behind cover well before the dart can come
close. Cursing under his breath, he reaches into his jacket and
pulls out a cylindrical container. He lights the fuse sticking
out of one end and tosses it over to Pepper and Fox.
Pepper at this point has been steadily losing blood. His aim
becomes shaky, and soon he can't even stay up. Foxtrot looks
over to find him in his condition and sits him back down, "Hold
on, Pepper! We'll get you some help soon!"
"D-Don't-" the stallion coughs, red spitting onto the floor.
"Don't worry bout me kid. Just focus on blasting that mook."
Pepper, with whatever energy he has left, lifts his hoof over
the crates he's hiding behind and fires a few more shots before
bringing it back down.
Roni hasn't been seen by anyone at this point. The stallion
decided to sneak through the crates, boxes and gunfire to get
around to Foxtrot's and Pepper's side. Once he finds a clearing,
he makes a break for it. His heart pounds as he races over to
them. Suddenly, a sharp pain hits his flank, and he goes down a
short distance away. Pepper looks over to find his partner
crawling through the ground, a trail of blood flowing from his
leg. Inch by inch he gets closer to them, almost home free.
Foxtrot himself keeps up the fire until he sees a canister
lobbed towards them. His eyes widen at the realization of what
it was, and where it was going. He raises his hoof and envelops
the explosive into a ball of magic. The unicorn then swings his
hoof back towards the source, sending the bomb right back at
Scarhoof. BOOM! Splinters of wood, shrapnel, and a cloud of
smoke and dust choke the air. As it clears, Scarhoof's guards
are seen knocked out, But the stallion in charge is nowhere to
be seen.
#Post#: 2800--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: June 25, 2017, 5:55 pm
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Mesa had little time to react as the guard tackled her, sending
her crossbow flying out of her grasp. He pinned her against the
ground, lifting up the blade to deliver a lethal blow to her
neck before she gave him a powerful kick to the stomach. The
stallion went flying and Mesa pulled herself to her hooves in
time to see her opponent doing the same. Her eyes darted to her
bow, but it wasn't close enough... She reluctantly pulled her
knife from it's sheath and gripped it between her teeth as the
stallion charged her again. He swung his blade, meeting hers
with a force that pushed her back a couple of feet. He fought
ferociously, swinging his knife again and again, forcing Mesa
back as she parried. Mesa forced herself to focus, and with
twist of her knife, she sent the switchblade flying several feet
away.
She had no time to feel victory as the stallion turned and
bucked her in the chest. She gasped as the air was knocked out
of her. She lost her own weapon as she was flung the last few
feet into the base of the unstable stack she had perched on top
of earlier. The stack started swaying ominously. The guard
approached the downed mare and lifted her up by her throat
before slamming her against the crates again and again. Mesa's
vision was starting to darken at the edges when she was
unexpectedly dropped and the guard darted away. Her head whipped
around to see the stack falling towards her. Everything seemed
to slow.
She leapt to her hooves and scrambled to get out of the way, and
she was so close, she was going to make it... But the explosion
startled her, and she skidded to a stop. Then the moment to
escape was lost, and the stack fell, knocking shorter stacks
over in the process and causing an avalanche of crates to tumble
towards Mesa. Her eyes widened. "FOXTR-" she started to yell
before there was an enormous BOOM! The crates landed on the hard
concrete floor, and Mesa was nowhere in sight.
#Post#: 2825--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Foxtrot Date: June 26, 2017, 9:56 pm
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Foxtrot's ears twitch as he hears Mesa's voice through the
chaos. Looking over to the source, his heart stops when he sees
the crates crashing to the ground. Instantly the unicorn drops
his weapon; by the time it lands onto the ground, he's already
at the scene. Shroud was recovering from the impacts, slowly
getting to her hooves. Her attacker is out cold. The distressed
stallion looked over all the boxes. His hoofs glow brightly as
the symbol appears in the unicorns vision again. Raising his
front two hooves, the crates he aims at begin to brighten. The
whole area lights up with magic as the boxes shuffle about.
First, the lighter packages rise halfway up the warehouse.
Heaviest was only several feet. Fox couldn't move though, only
looking over to the mare next to him, "Shroud! Go!" The Noctral
spreads her wings and vaults forward. Her eyes scan for any
signs of movement.
*click*
The barrel of a revolver lines up to the stallion in the green
jacket. Scarhoof himself was ducking behind cover just to be
sure. Two shots, no compromise.
BANG!
The bullet flies true to its target. However. It only gets
hallway there before being repelled by a shield.
Foxtrot's magic starts to run thin; the crates are getting
heavier, his shields are beginning to fade. The toll it takes on
the physical being is becoming apparent. His legs tremble. Cold
sweat pouring as his heart raced.
BANG!
The last projectile travels the same path as the previous one.
But this time it keeps going. A shutter of magic emerges to
deflect the bullet. It's not enough. A sharp pain in Foxtrot's
side rattles the stallion to his core. He looks back to find the
rear end of his assailant escaping. He'll have to deal with him
later. For now, he keeps up the crates for as long as he can.
#Post#: 2826--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: June 26, 2017, 10:58 pm
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If Mesa hadn’t moved from that spot, if fear had frozen her
hooves to the ground… she might’ve gotten out of it okay, even
uninjured. But Mesa was a guide, a protector… and fear did not
have that sort of effect on her. Instead, as most pegasi do when
there seems like no way to escape, she flew straight up. To get
away, to get to safety.
…this was her mistake.
As the crates fell, one came at another at an angle, and their
edges met with Mesa’s right wing in between them. Her mouth
opened in a silent scream as her wing was crushed, the sharp
cracks of breaking bones reaching her ears. Mesa had a high pain
tolerance, but even so, she reached her limit in seconds and her
wing seemed to go completely numb as the boxes landed in the
same position, the jarring landing causing them to pinch the
wing even tighter. Mesa never even reached the ground, the wing
holding her in place as she hung limp in the darkness between
the boxes.
And then the boxes were lifted, and Mesa dropped to the hard
ground with a thump. Her wing was a mess of blood and feathers
and bare bone. By now, her brain had almost completely shut
down. However one part- the part that held memory- remained
active, and suddenly, it was like Mesa was in a completely
different world.
The bandit bucked the bow out of Mesa’s hooves, knocking it out
of reach. The group had been traveling down a narrow dirt road
through the White Tail Woods when the bandits had attacked. Mesa
had taken out three with her crossbow, but two remained. Mesa
turned to the the rest of the group. “RUN!’ She yelled
desperately as one of the bandits grabbed her by the mane and
gave her a solid punch across the muzzle, knocking her down.
Mesa slowly struggled to her hooves, her right wing hanging
uselessly and dripping blood on the concrete. Her eyes were
glazed over as she stumbled forward, as if seeing something else
entirely.
#Post#: 2836--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Foxtrot Date: June 27, 2017, 9:59 pm
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It wouldn't take long for Shroud to notice Mesa after she falls
to the ground. The Noctral's eyes widen, 'What!? How did she
manage to get up after that? I'd better hurry!' Her wings part,
allowing her to glide through the narrow level straight to the
injured pegasus. Her coat flutters as she slows down to a stop.
She couldn't wait for a response. Shroud lifts the wounded mare
onto her back and runs towards safety.
With the strange symbol etched in his vision, Foxtrot tries to
stay focused. He sees Shroud returning. Mesa looked worse for
wear. But then again, he wasn't in prime condition either. His
heart begins to beat slower. Deep breaths control his breathing.
"Clear!" Shroud shouts a short distance away. A loud rumble goes
off as the mountain of crates comes crashing down. She lays Mesa
on the floor, keeping all pressure off the injured wing.
Foxtrot sits down for a moment before getting to his hooves. The
symbol in his vision has faded, along with most of his overall
energy. Still, he marched on towards them. He had to see. See if
she's ok. The unicorn still hasn't even looked at his own wound.
Fox didn't care. He just wants to be sure. Physically numbed,
each step had no feeling. Each drop of blood that splatters onto
the cold ground goes unnoticed. Things get blurry. Balance
becomes a challenge. Only a few meters away; he drops. His eye
lids start to feel heavy as he still crawls over. "Mesa..."
Soon, he stops. His strength is gone, but he was close enough.
Her wing. It was the first thing to draw his eyes. But she's
alive. For now, all he could do was lay there, regretting plenty
of things right now.
#Post#: 2859--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 1, 2017, 11:20 pm
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As soon as Mesa was laid down, she was struggling to get back
up.
The bandit laughed as Mesa lay on the ground. He gave her a hard
kick to her stomach, and Mesa let out an exaggerated grunt of
pain. The stallion stepped back, taunting her. "What, you're
just gonna lay there while we round up all your friends? Some
protection you offer!" Mesa slowly got up, her legs shaking.
Then, in one quick moment, she lunged towards the bandit.
Mesa managed to get to her hooves and started to dart towards
Shroud as if intending to attack her. However, she was losing
blood quickly and only got about halfway towards the other mare
before collapsing. Once again, she tried to get up. "I won't...
let you hurt... any of them..." she got out through gritted
teeth. Darkness started creeping across her vision. "I can't..."
Her hooves slipped and she fell hard on her wing, causing her to
let out a shriek. "I won't... I... I..." She struggled weakly in
the quickly-growing pool of blood. And then...
Nothing.
#Post#: 2863--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Foxtrot Date: July 2, 2017, 2:33 pm
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Once Shroud placed Mesa on the floor, she turns her attention to
her coat. Her golden eyes glance up for a moment to see her
commanding officer on the floor as well. She'd have to move
fast. Suddenly, she's caught off guard by the attacking Pegasus.
Shroud backs off enough to get away. Well then... Shrugging, she
gets back to work. First is rolling Mesa to relieve pressure on
her wing. Second, the noctral dashes over to Foxtrot. Reaping
the benefit of being prepared, she pulls out what appears to be
a syringe style dispenser. Shroud places it on the entrance
wound; a green foam emerges and covers the injury. She repeats
the process for the exit wound as well. "Alright, that should be
ever- oh." Roni and Pepper caught up with them, both badly
wounded as well. The Equinox soldier reaches into her coat and
turns on her radio, "Intel Actual, this is Corporal Shroud. I
have a code 29B. Officer and civvies injured, need medical
dispatch, over?" Seconds later, she gets the confirmation.
Nodding, Shroud resumes her work on the two stallions.
Foxtrot immediately feels the familiar effects of the medicine
kicking in. Both wounds instantly numb under a chilling
sensation. The affected areas swell to prevent blood loss as the
foam itself hardens to keep it all sealed. The unicorn looks
back up. He didn't see the warehouse, he saw a cave. The crates
around him are replaced with stone, rubble, and bodies. Against
his reasoning, he gets up and hobbles over to the wounded mare.
Step by step he gets closer. Voices of those long gone start to
ring in his head. Despite it all, he keeps going. Finally he
makes it. His legs unresponsive, Foxtrot lands down next to
Mesa. Lightheaded, he lays down on his back and looks towards
the ceiling. His vision blurs; then, he's out cold. Several
hours pass. The feint beeping of a monitor stirs the stallion
awake. White lights hit his eyes, forcing him to slowly open
them to adjust. A... hospital? Immediately he looks around. To
his left, Mesa is found on her bed. Her wing has been placed in
a light cast. The mare's vitals are normal. Foxtrot takes a sigh
of relief as he rests his head back on the pillow. What a
night...
#Post#: 2867--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 2, 2017, 3:56 pm
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Mesa woke up from her dreamless sleep all at once, and she shot
up into a sitting position. One monitor started beeping rapidly
as her heart rate picked up. Mesa shut her eyes tightly against
the invasion of stark, white light as her brain slowly woke up
and she remembered what had happened. She felt something around
her injured wing, weighing it down slightly, but she didn't want
to open her eyes... didn't want to know how bad it was.
She took several deep breaths to prepare herself before she
opened up her eyes and looked down. Somehow, the sight of her
trusty wing held immobile by the cast was worse than seeing it
crushed and bloody. "My... my wing," she said to nopony in
particular, voice breaking slightly. She finally got the courage
to look around. It looked like a standard hospital room, and
Mesa shuddered. Everything from the smell of cleaning chemicals
in hospitals, to the shiny, sterilized instruments laid out on
trays unnerved her. Her eyes landed on Foxtrot, and she was
immediately lurching out of bed. "Foxtrot! Are you okay?!"
#Post#: 2870--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Foxtrot Date: July 2, 2017, 6:30 pm
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Foxtrot watches Mesa wake up in silence, letting her adjust to
where she was. Once she sees him and over, he simply gives her a
warm, endearing smile. "Now I am. I'm glad to see you awake,
Mesa. His ears fold back as guilt starts to set in. "Hey, I...
I'm sorry. For this. I shouldn't have gotten you involved in
something like this."
#Post#: 2873--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Night to Forget
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 2, 2017, 8:51 pm
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Mesa waved her hoof dismissively. "Look, Foxtrot. It's fine. I'm
fine. You will not believe how fast I heal up, you'll see." Her
ears go back as well. "I shouldn't have gotten in over my head
like this. I thought I could handle it... I wanted a
distraction... but I was stupid. Not to mention the crates... I
should've held my ground and not tried to fly away. I bet I
would have been fine that way." She gave a small,
self-deprecating smile. "You would think with my cutie mark, I'd
have a better handle on physics and predicting where things will
be."
Suddenly, her eyes widened. "My bow!" As soon as she said that
though, she was shaking her head. "It's destroyed, I'm sure."
Her voice was shaking again. She had gone through a lot of bows
in her day, but this one had been special- a larger replica of
her first bow, one that had been made by her best friend in the
entire world. A friend that was gone, because of her, because of
her stupidity...
She could feel tears filling her eyes, and she quickly tilted
her head and blinked rapidly to prevent them falling. Once she'd
gotten ahold of herself, she gave Foxtrot a weak smile. "So...
what happened? I passed out, I don't remember-" she indicated
Foxtrot's most major wound. "-this happening." Her gaze was
worried.
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