The dead move.

(*POV of General Hardsteel.*)

Just 150-ish to go and...75-ish? What the Tartarus, oh who the fuck cares, less to kill and that means more time to save more ponies. I began to swing my trusty mace at the heads of these damn things, it seemed the only way to keep them down was by damaging the brain or perhaps they just needed massive trauma to go down? Who cares! This is the most fun I've had in years! I looked behind me, that damn civilian had gone to sleep...or maybe he somehow took out those 75-ish zombies? If so I had better keep an eye on him, someone with that kind of power can be dangerous. I then took out my second mace, Mous and Bertha, the two best maces ever seen! I began to swing both and grabbed a nearby trashcan in my telekinetic grip, must suck to be an earth pony.

I threw the trashcan and it made a very pleasing thump sound on contact with one of the infected bastards head. I took Mous and hit another in the forelegs causing it to buckle down, I quickly finished my work with a swift downward movement of my right fore-hoof. I saw to my left that Quickshot had put away his revolving cross bow and had gotten out his long sword, he was one of the few royal guard that was efficient with every type of weapon, he was just best at long range weapons, might even be the best...would never beat me in a mace fight though.

Snapping out of my distracting thoughts I noticed I had three of the infected on top of me, these suits are so wonderful. I squatted down on all four of my hooves and then sprang back up, I went a solid third of a meter up, they went a bit higher. All three wound up in a pile, it would have been pretty comical had they not been trying to eat me not 5 seconds ago. I brought both maces down on separate heads, then once their heads had suffered sufficient damage, I slammed them together into the remaining ones head. Some gray matter got on one of the lenses of my iron-pony suit. "Ewwwww."

"Oh come on sir, you're honestly telling me some brain goo is what makes you say eww? Not when I am covered in blood and guts?" I looked towards Blood drip...that is just a freaky name, who the fuck names their child Blood drip? As she had previously stated he was covered in blood...and guts...and I think I see a few patches of skin on her...she was enjoying this entirely too much. She was the only earth pony in the group, but damn did she do a good job of killing stuff, she said that she knows how to use most types of weaponry, but due to the fact that these suits cover up our mouths she could not handle any weaponry unless it was made to fit to the hooves of her suit, those types of weapons while effective were usually a bit hard to operate with and could impede movement even more than the suits.

I could practically feel the huge grin she had on her face, she must have had one on her because she was speaking so jovially, I feel like she had been waiting for a day like this. I picked up a nearby dumpster and threw it at the remaining twenty infected or so, squishing roughly half of them, only killing maybe 5, I looked back...our medic, Battlewound...what the fuck is up with these messed up names?!...She had a bite on her...all the way through her leg...and the civilian had a crawling infected coming towards him...and he was sleeping...WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING SLEEPING! I walked back towards the crawling infected and slammed my hoof into its head. I then turned back and mustered every bit of magical energy I had. When I had amassed my energy I picked up every nearby piece of non-bio matter and hurled it at the remaining infected, now they got me pissed, they are not supposed to be able to get through this stuff.

Iron pony suits are made of magically hardened iron, it should be impossible for anypony anywhere EVER to be able to bit through these things! With all the infected gone I decided to go ahead and take a quick inventory of how many magic gems I had left, three, nowhere near enough to last long. I walked over to Battlewound and took off her helmet, she was crying.

"General...I-I-I'm gonna d-die, aren't I?"

"I'm so sorry, do...do you want me to...?" She simply nodded, she then closed her eyes let out a long breath and held her head down.

"I'm ready." I took out my guard knife and brought down as hard and quickly as I could, we lost our only medic, an iron pony suit, and a damn good mare. Today was not the day to be an infected. I let out a savage cry of anger and with every bit of magic I had in me I threw an enormous ball of energy at a building, it turned into a miniature sun...well shit...these really do enhance your magic a lot... Turning towards Battlewound I realized something...sure it was a bit morally wrong, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. I began to scavenge her suit for magic gems, our suits would need them.

"Ahem, what the Tartarus are you doing?" That was Quickshot, he would probably object to this, and as far as I know Blood drip had no real moral conscious so I expected nothing from her aside from cold logical thinking.

"He's gathering her magically enhanced gems, we are going to need them, he probably does not like it just as much as you do, but he knows what we have to do to survive."...Was not expecting all of that...mostly just a get the fuck over it you worthless shit-bag comment...surprising me at every turn Blood drip. I turned towards the civilian after gathering her gems and med-kits now then, what to do with him?