Fallout Equestria: Weak Wings

Chapter 2: Breakthrough

“Mama. Just killed a man. Put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead. Mama life had just begun but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away”

"BOSS THERE ISNT ROOM FOR THE PEGASUS WHERE ARE WE GOING TO PUT HER?" an anonymous voice yelled

"IN THAT CAGE WITH BREAKTHROUGH"

I hit the ground, THUD, I woke to see a steel roof, It however was low, about a head higher than me. A gruff and voice alerted me.

"I have to sleep with her?". This wasn’t a voice I knew, and why… wait why was there a collar around my neck. I looked at my Pip-Buck. It said it was tomorrow at 5:30 PM the next day. Sweet celestia what happened in the stable wasn’t some bad dream. The voice of the leader who attacked the stable spoke,

"Yes, This little bitch, Heheh, She is fresh meat, and don’t you go ruffle her mane, She is worth a lot of money, More than you, Fuck more than most of the stock". I groaned. "Oh she is awake, Hello there, Can you hear me? Can you?". I groaned again, "OI WAKE THE FUCK UP". I sat up, "Hello and welcome to my little slice of paradise Chain Town, Built in a week thanks to about fifty slaves being threatened by the fact if they didn’t put up some walls the monsters of the night would kill them, That was fucking funny…. Hey. I like that Pip-Buck, That’s a fucking nice looking Pip-Buck". The leader's horn glowed pulling my front left leg towards him. "Yep that’s one nice fucking Pip-Buck. OI GET COMBAT KNIFE HERE".

A red eyed earth pony with a strap over his mussel and a knife in his mouth was moved with a log towards my cage, Fuck he is going to chop my leg off!. I watched as the stump was placed down and my Pip-buck leg was placed on the stump. "alright… I will ask you once you be a smart little pony you may not get it chopped off, Now, can you survive without your Pip-Buck?. Tell me honestly,"

I immediately replied. "Y...Ye…..YYY.Y. Yes, I can live W,w.w...w…...w without it." The boss chuckled and ushered the possible executioner of my leg away.

"You’re a smart little pony, Oh you are going to need to live without A lot of things… Heh even your own self" He looked at the other prisoner in my cage. "You fucking lay a hoof on her, YOUR FUCKING DEAD, YOU HEAR ME BRAHMIN SHIT? FUCKING DEAD"

The Unicorn in my cage just grunted. Then a kind of staring contest began between the two, Both grinning before the boss got bored. "Now you are good at staring, Any of your fucking dead friends ever tell you that?", The unicorn in my cage just grunted,

I looked at the Unicorn. He was Quite buff. Not as in he exercised in the gymnasium but like from actually getting his hooves dirty. He had a cutie mark of a baseball bat, A metal baseball bat.

"Well since there is nothing to discuss I'm out,." The insane unicorn walked off to another cage, Bookworms cage. I saw the psychotic pony and the boss place the stump on the ground, place his, Pip-Buck leg on the log and ask, "Can you live… Can you live without that shiny looking Pip-Buck?, Eh stable boy. Can you?" I wanted to yell to book worm to say he can live without it, then he sealed his fate,

"No… I cant live without it." Then the blood stained knife came down, It didn’t cut the leg off just broke the flesh, "AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH… NO, NO, PLEASE PLEASE STOP AAAAAAGGGGHHHH," The knife came down again cutting the bone. Blood spurting everywhere. The boss licked his lips. "NOOOO KILL ME, KILL MEEEEEE". The boss smiled.

"Oh so you think that hurts? THAT FUCKING HURTS?, YOU HEAR ME MOTHERFUCKER? DO YOU?. YOU WANT TO DIE? Well I shall give you your final request."

The slaver boss's horn glowed as a wicked looking pistol painted with lines of blood and decorated with the claws of, Well I don’t know what. Decorated the barrel and grip. Then the noise came.

BLAM.

In that instant I felt like I died, Bookworm although useless at everything apart from the Stable archives was one of the few ponies in the stable I had any real conversation with, My Pip-Buck gave a flash, It said that Book worm had died, I looked back towards his former cage, His headless body being dragged out, That fucking pistol shot his WHOLE HEAD OFF.

I pressed my Pip-Buck The tag I had put on Bookworm, one of the three that I had programed into my Pip-Buck  to check vital signs in case of suicide or other dangers. His specific vitals data ran from the regularly interrupted line of the heartbeat was nothing more, Just a long never ending line, I sobbed tears ran down my cheeks Some of the quite warm liquid made its way onto my tongue. Mucus ran liberally down out of my nose.  The pony in my cage banged the bars with a stick.

"Hey now I'm not alone maybe we can start a jailhouse rock band?" What in the name of celestia?, He was dead silent like he was clinically insane, Unmoving, silent, Cold, Logical until he just banged a stick on the bars. Now he just seems like a retard. I spoke up after half an hour of him making weird tunes, The sun was going down, Well if I could see it, Everywhere I saw clouds, no break just clouds, the night fast approached. The unicorn spoke up, "My name is breakthrough."

Three hours passed and ‘Breakthrough’ became less strange and more, Logical. He spoke up "Got any snack cakes? I Fucking love snack cakes". I replied with a no. "Dammit, anyway I think you would agree with me, we must escape. Slave collar, The slaver boss just keeps me in here." a tear ran down ‘Breakthrough's’ cheek. “My friends and I used to raid his camps and free the slaves. Can’t do it now they're dead, yet he keeps me so I can watch, So I can watch good ponies die." He looked Unmoved. "Now we may have a chance" I interrupted

"Wait wait wait what do you mean by us or WE? For all I know you could just be putting it all on so you will lead me to a dozen guns pointed at my head". Breakthrough looked slightly disappointed.

"If you think that then why say that? I could have just called the guards and you would have been put in a solitary cage. Give me the benefit of the doubt."  I. I couldn’t argue with that "I know what I need to get us out. It will take two nights but we could manage it, Celestia be willing. That’s if you want us to". I thought long an hard for a few minutes.

"I guess". The eyes of breakthrough lit up a bit and he smiled.

"First step can be the longest, Wait for the bulk of their forces to leave. Hopefully with Slave collar." I looked concerned.

"Why not all?" I said regretting asking a few seconds later.

"Because you idiot don’t you think they wouldn’t have some guards to you know GUARD this place?" Feeling quite stupid I let breakthrough continue. " That’s the first night, When they go they go out in force, They go for up to a week. Second night we break out," I stopped Breakthrough

"What would we need? And do we have a plan for night two"

Breakthrough chuckled "I have a plan, I need an axe, a grenade, some drugs, and access to their stockpile of ammo." I looked a bit surprised

" And you have those in this cage how?". Breakthrough chuckled

"No no no no no no I don’t have it you silly pony, We need to get that stuff when slave collar leaves though. He knows when you escape. And then makes a game out of it" The scream of somepony in the camp interrupted Then Slave Collars voice came

"YOU FUCKING UNICORN PRICK, LETS SEE YOU USE YOUR MAGICS NOW, FUCKING DAMNIT, YOU ARE MY GUEST OF HONOUR AND YET YOU TRY TO ESCAPE". BOOM. I whispered to breakthrough,

"What was that?" Breakthrough lowered his head and said

"Slave Collar. No not the slaver but the collars around all our necks, Explode when activated" I just looked down for an hour, Then a whistle

"Whats up?" Slave collar, "You two not being friends? Not playing nice? Well boohoo… Looks like you two are bored, Fucking bored. I don’t like that, you shouldn’t be bored. Here is some entertainment. OI GET THAT SMART ASS, NO NOT THE UNICORN THE EARTH PONY" I was slightly scared, "Between you two and me, You lot should be happy, Happy I give you mercy, Happy I give you Food, Happy I don’t just shoot you lot in the fucking Head" I was trembling, "Its because you two are valuable, You little Pegasus are worth almost my weight. And you over there Breakthrough you have to watch the tortures I commit on ponies you vowed to protect and free. Heh, This is fucking funny, and so you will find, OI GET THE SMARTASS UP HERE WITH COMBAT KNIFE." Breakthrough looked angered when Slave Collar mentioned Combat Knife. The stump that sealed the fate of Book Worm was rolled up, and Combat knife came with it. I saw a grey stallion with a loaf of bread for a Cutie-Mark yelling and screaming as he was dragged towards my cage

"NO NOO NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE PLEASE JUST PUT ME BACK IN MY CAGE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,"  Slave collar Yelled back

" OI SHUT THE FUCK UP BREADCRUMB YOU TRIED TO ESCAPE AND NOW YOU PAY THE PRICE". This  ‘Breadcrumbs’ head was forced onto the log. "Combat knife, An eye for a fucking eye". I knew what was just about to happen, The knife came slowly down, hovering centimetres away from the soft ball. Then it went in, Those screams still haunt me to this day, the point came slowly in then out, Then it went into the socket. Breadcrumb screaming all the way, Blood gushing out to the screams, the eye after a minute became like strawberry jelly red as blood. Then the other eye, Slave collar's grin was from ear to ear, He danced in the screams, Jumped with the moans, stomped his hoof in glee with the begs for mercy.

By the end a massive pool of blood was formed on the log. If it wasn’t covered soon  he would die from an infection, Wait, That’s what Slave Collar wanted. A slow painful death after massive trauma. It was horrid. My first of many experiences  that would scar me. I simply sobbed the first few minutes I couldn’t stop watching but I finally snapped and couldn’t watch. When Slave Collar left after giving a speech I do not recall Breakthrough held me,  He had watched it all. Yet he did not cry, Did not shed a tear, just held me, Making me feel safe-ish. Overcome by tiredness from watching a traumatic experience and the fact I hadn't any food since the night Honeycomb went rouge.   I dozed off to sleep. I later found to Breakthrough's dismay. My dream was like always, Dreamless, Cold, Unreal. Then I woke, to the scream of somepony, Well in my mind. It was light and breakthrough was like the previous day, Unmoving, Cold,

"Breakthrough?"

Breakthrough just looked at me. Why did his personality turn around, He was perfectly able to communicate and act like a real pony at night but in the day… He looked like a… Retard gnawing at his mane drooling a bit, but Looking aggressive, ready to pounce and tear a pony from limb to limb. Slave collar approached the cage and dropped a bowl.

"Your treat bitch. Today I am feeling generous so you can have some nice radhog meat."

I looked at the bowl, Meat, He expects me to eat MEAT?. We ponies don’t eat meat. It's unnatural. I took a sniff. The scent was fowl. It stayed in my nose. It was at the time the worst smell I ever smelt. Yet I wanted to try it. I sniffed it again. The fowl smell greeted me. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to just escape. But Breakthrough looked like anything would set him off into a massive killing spree. Some hours passed. I tried to sleep. But my stomach protested.

I needed food I looked again at the meat. I moved back to it. Looking at it. It was brown with bits of black. The smell less sick and more. Appetising. I muttered to myself

"oh celestia I am about to do the unnatural". I nibbled the meat. It tasted. It tasted, Nice. I guess. My mind protested but it wasn’t killing me, Not yet anyway. I backed away.

"Ohhhh YOU DON’T LIKE MEAT BITCH?" Slave collar. "You know, many ponies would give their left leg for that nice chop of meat".

"This isnt natural." I replied "This is some sick torture and for what?. A laugh?. Some stupid game?".

"Well." Slave collar chuckled. "I am desensitising you. And its fucking funny too but that matters not." He looked at breakthrough. "Now this guy right there is fucking crazy, Killed fucking tons of my ponies before he was taken down, That unlucky bastard lost the right of a quick death. So He is going to be in here till he died, Watching the daily show" Celestia dammit this buck is sadistic, How was Breakthrough able to retain his sanity?.

A few more hours passed, It involved a bottle of Sparkle Cola being given to me, and just watching Breakthrough. As light faded Breakthrough started acting less crazy and more like last night. As light faded Slave collar came over to, I dunno tease me or something. He was just about to talk when one of his slavers ran up to him,

"BOSS, The auction house is ready, We are ready to head off now."

Slave collar chuckled and looked at me.

"Well Im going to head off now, For a few days to sell off your stable friends, Don’t worry we will still have guards, But your friend Combat knife has to come with me, Bye Bye. Adios," and with that slave collar walked to a hut I know not where. Then headed out to a place I knew not where, With most of the stable with him. Another hour passed before I whispered

"B… Breakthrough?"

"Im here Bittersweet," . Wait how did he know my name? "Oh and before you ask you talk a lot in your sleep." Great

"Breakthrough, Why were you kinda retarded today?."

" That is for when we escape, There are only about ten guards. Shouldn’t Be too much of a hassle if we do it right." I turned my head. "First we need to get out of this cage. I need you to get the attention of the guard. He has the keys. I wont kill him ill just levitate the keys.  That I will take the keys to the armoury and our slave collars then put is back, Ask for something like food or what he did before he became a slaver or something.". I face hooved

"And you expect them to be social?"

"Nope, Just keep asking, He will keep on telling you shut up. If it were any other pony he would just shoot you and have it deducted through his pay, You on the other hoof, You are worth lots. And I think he would prefer his life." I looked slightly relived. But this still seemed like a bad plan, For all I know this buck was just using me for his own escape only to leave me to my fate. FUCK.

"Guard?... Guard?" I said catching the attention of the guard.

"What the fuck are you doing?, Shut the fuck up" The guard scowled

"Why did you become a slaver?" I replied

"I said shut the fuck up," Looking into the corner of the cage where breakthrough was I saw his horn just softly glowing, Not enough to get any notice

"I want to know why. Why did such a strong smart buck become the mere pawn of some slaver obviously ripping you off?" Sweet celestia let this work.

"Are you trying to make me shoot you BITCH?" He said getting out his gun.

"No no no no no no no no no" I replied "I just want to know why you are just being paid for less than your boss?"

Breakthrough started tapping the ground with one of his hooves, He did it.

"BAH Shut the fuck up. Im just doing this shit for the caps"

The guard walked off. Muttering to himself

I looked at breakthrough. He looked back with a friendly smile. First time since the opening I saw a smile that wasn’t sadistic. It was warm.

"One step closer" said Breakthrough. "One step closer"

The next few hours included talking to breakthrough about what life in the stable was like, He was amazed that there were no slavers or "Raiders" or "Parasprites". Half way through telling him about the hierarchy I gave into the urges to sleep.

The next day I woke.

"Alright you, Pegasus get up" Slavers , Still not a dream. I got up "You’re gunna have a little fresh air bitch." Well at least it wasn’t slave collar. I saw Breakthrough in the corner, Sleeping. As I got up I walked to the door of the cage. Wait didn’t Breakthrough take the keys?. I looked at Breakthrough. Yep under his left hoof. "OI STOP LOOKING AT THAT PSYCO."  The door opened. I took a step outside and looked up. Oh fuck. Just looking up made me vomit. Bile  constantly flowing up my throat and out my mouth for three minutes. The experience more vile through severe by heavy nausea. I was for once no longer confined to three metre wide walls and the hum of the reactor, and the flickering of the lights. I suddenly felt homesick. Then I was bucked back into the cage. Pain seared in there area of my flanks where I was bucked. "That’s your air for the week you stupid fuck" It was at that point I blacked out.

"Bittersweet, Bittersweet." I was out cold for, Celestia know how long. "Wake up Bittersweet, Bittersweet" I waved up my hoof. "Oh good you are awake" I sat up "Bittersweet, The guards don’t suspect a thing, We can escape when they change their posts, From there we must get to the armoury get some stuff, and blow up the armoury. The explosion may kill one or two of them, and from there we fight our way out. "

"Wait, FIGHT?"

"Yes bittersweet we will fight our way out, Unless you think you can just ask them to look the other way while we escape. " I felt bad, maiming ponies was one thing but KILLING THEM? That’s just, Wrong, we ponies despite a few bad apples are supposed to be friends tolerate and love each other,   Not murderers and Torturers. What happened to pony kind? Oh my naiveté. My ally talks about killing like its just the regular day at the office. "...Ttersweet, Bittersweet, Snap out of it" I looked at breakthrough. "They are changing their posts soon. Get ready to run out to the armoury when I say go." I moved to the cage door.

"OI YOU LOT CHANGE POSTS" The guard spat out a cigarette and crushed it below his hoof

Breakthrough whispered into my ear "Let him turn the corner then run for it, If you fall or anything else I will help you up" . The few seconds as the guard approached and turned a corner was excruciatingly long. Every passing second meant the next guard was that close. The dry draught flowed against my feathers. "Go Go Go Go" That repetition of the same word gave me strength and I ran, It felt like I was running a mile where I ran about ten metres. As the wall of the makeshift shack that Breakthrough identified as the Armoury  approached me I slowed down . Coming to a stop. Breakthrough pushed me down behind a dead log. "I'll pick the lock, Will only take a few seconds then we go in and arm ourselves." I simply nodded. A few seconds passed, Click. The door opened. Breakthrough and I entered the shack, Inside was, Clean, Gore free. With Several boxes of Ammunition.  A dozen or so guns, Including: A revolver, Two shotguns, And several assault rifles. To my left there was a box with a symbol of three punk butterflies. Ministry of Peace. I opened it up and found a few healing potions, Some rad-X, Radaway, and Med-X.

To my right there was a table with amongst other things: Some notes of sale, Spent ammunition and a large pile of bottle caps. I guessed at the time that it was just a hobby. I shrugged off any notion on any of that stuff being of use.

Click

"Aha, Breakthrough you got it." I looked at Breakthrough now talking to himself. Creeekkk He opened a safe, And inside there was amongst more bottle caps was a Reinforced Titanium Baseball bat with a logo down the side "We will bat You out of the Park" In small bold letters. The bat was covered in dried blood with several large dents where some of the dried blood was concentrated. I wanted to Vomit. The stench was vile, The look was horrendous, But I kept myself from releasing bile. I saw Breakthrough with a small smile.

"I've missed you" The bat was some testament to death. Disgusting. Barbaric. Wrong, Yet it was the only weapon that Breakthrough somepony who looked like he would fight his way out. Breakthrough then started to pick the lock of his collar  Click, His collar fell to the ground. It took another minute or so before he got mine off Click. The collar's around

"OI THEY ESCAPED, SPREAD OUT"

It was just a matter of time, Our escape was going to be found, Just how long it would be was the question. I guess one of the guards was drunk. "Bittersweet, Get a gun and follow me, Ill kill you just shoot when necessary". The guard walked up to the door "I think they’re in here" Breakthrough ran to the side of the door. Creeeeekkkk. The door opened. I will never forget that slaver's eyes as he saw the bat come down. Pink Ping Pink Ping Ping Ping. The bat came down back up and down again, And again, And again until the slaver's head was nothing more than a bloody mess. I puked putting my hoof over my mouth to stop it from coming out and me screaming. Bile ran down my leg. Pooling on the edge of my Pip-Buck. The smell was rancid. "Bittersweet, Get some saddle bags, We're raiding the kitchen.".

"Wait Breakthrough, What about that crate of Ammunition you mentioned?" Breakthrough just looked at me with a lit cigarette in his mouth. "Oh your going to blow it up aren’t you?"

Breakthrough nodded, Grinning a bit. Breakthrough opened the door stuffing a spark battery and a grenade into his saddlebags. "When I say Run to that building" Breakthrough pointed at an similarly built Rusted corrugated iron shack across one of the many Hoofstep Hardened pathways that are found all over the camp.

"Go Bittersweet, Run" Breakthrough whispered.

I whispered to myself  "I hope you aren't going to get me killed." I galloped across the pathway, Should a guard have been looking for why one of the slavers wasn’t yelling they would have seen me. The blood stained track was hard, But it didn’t stop me from running. I got to the door, Opened it.

Pop, Pop, Bang, Bang Bang BangPOBANPOBANBOOPOPWHZZZZZPOPOPBOOFPOPCRAKLE.

The armoury started producing the noise of hundreds of bullets firing and dozens of explosives exploding in an ever increasing Chain reaction. I opened the door, Then a heavy weight came upon my back, Breakthrough. I landed inside the kitchen Breakthrough closing the metal door behind. I was about to complain when I saw bullets rip through the metal and wood. Splinters and sparks filled the room. The explosions continued for a few minutes and ended with a whistle and then an explosion somewhere closer to the gate. By the end I was unsure why the kitchen was still standing. Almost every wall was covered in bullet holes. The dust was still settling   The multiple refrigerators inside survived most of the bullets but some penetrated. Probably filled with food

I heard a slaver talking “My stash better be okay” I saw breakthrough drop his bat and run towards a knife, One word and the guards would come. Knife in mouth breakthrough got ready to where the door would swing when open, He also pointed me to hide behind a Refrigerator Knocked down by all the bullets. I took cover peeking around the corner

Creeeeek

"Ah its still ther---"  The slavers last words just as the door closed and a knife wrapped in magical energy ran across his throat. The blood stained floor was fed more red wine, Blood,

Thud

Breakthroughs knife went strait across the slavers throat, Blood gushing from the slit as he fell. The light in his eyes died.

  "Get some of the food and stuff it in your saddle bags , The San Palomino Desert Don’t give only takes" Wait we were in a Desert?, Oh Yippy Fuck me. "Think practical, Don’t stuff your bags with Salty shit like Chips, Get stuff like Muffins because they are moist. And tell me if you find any Fancy Snack Cakes, I love those little things" I started to rummage through the refrigerators. There was some water that made my Pip-Buck go Tick Tick Tick. Radioactive. Some Sparkle-Cola. And lots of food made before the war. Over 5000 Times your daily intake of Preservatives. Yeah not good in the long run for your body. I also found some canteens. One with a Stable-Tech Logo on one side and a 34 on the other side. My Pip-buck still with bile pooled in places didn’t give the bird that was the Geiger counter encouragement to sing its distorted song. Still fill of clean water. Clack I saw a pistol hit the ground. Breakthrough was looking at it then moving his eyes encouragingly at me.

I picked up the Pistol. It had a marble grip. My Pip-Buck lit up what I considered at the time the most useless part of the Pip-Buck, The EFS, Eyes Forward Sparkle. A display that security used. It could track your health for physical condition give warnings and provide aiming assistance. It also had a compass, An IFF (Identify Friend or Foe) and an inventory management application. A little notice on the top left corner said, Picked up a 10MM pistol. My EFS compass showed  five red marks. All in different locations. I guessed Five down and five to go. "Bittersweet, Follow me and stay behind cover, We need to get out and by your reactions, You aren't really the fighting' type" I simply nodded. "Oh and don’t hide behind any red barrels, Or any with explosives marks,  Or anything on fire." I nodded once more.

Creeeeekkkk

Breakthrough opened the door. Nopony was outside the door. Good. Breakthrough walked down one of the Hoofstep hardened paths, Passing the now collapsed and burning armoury. There were three dead slavers. Filled with bullet holes. My body went though the motions of Vomiting but nothing was left in my stomach to liberate. We continued down the road. A slaver turned a corner.

"OH FUCK ME".

Before the slaver could say anything else Breakthrough was on him Ping Ping Pink Ping Pink Pingk. What was left of the slavers head was just a greyish pink ooze soaking the ground littered with fragments of skull.

"THEY'RE OVER THERE, GET THOSE FUCKERS"

Another two slavers turned another corner of one of the other shacks to me left. Both with Assault Rifles. Immediately taking a battle stance they fired, Two bullets went through Breakthrough now charging at them. The first slaver was on my left. A Earth Pony with yellow fur and  a spiked green mane with masses of dried blood keeping many strands of mane stuck together. As Breakthrough came down with the bat I heard a loud crack. That pony never moved again. The other slaver with a black coat and a blue mane with orange streaks. Jammed his horn into breakthroughs side. Breakthrough fell to the ground. Bleeding heavily.  Still alive but not In a few minutes.

"OI YOU FUCKER GET BACK INTO YOUR CAGE" The now lone slaver yelled pointing his assault rifle at me with his telepathy.  I got out the pistol and entered, S.A.T.S, Stable-Tech Assisted Targeting System. A neat feature that basically stops time and helps you aim, It even calculates your chances to hit TOO!. Anyway. The pistol with its mouth grip in mine came up. And it fired three times. First two missed, The third got the slaver in the throat. Blood gushed from the wound.  The final expression on his face was one of Fear.

OH sweet celestia I ha… I had just…. i…. Had...just killed somepony. My gag reflex kicked in but nothing came up, Not even some bile. I looked at Breakthrough now on the ground blood pooling near him, I rushed to him. And force fed him one of the Restoration Potions. Through the power of Magic and Science Breakthroughs wounds closed. Breakthrough smiled.

"T,Tt, Thanks Bittersweet," Breakthrough got back up. "I guess I owe you one."  Weakly. That’s when I realized there were still two Slavers left. I looked around, They were west. "We need to get to the gate, Follow me" Breakthrough started galloping west. To where the other two guards were.

"HAHA THOSE FUCKERS WILL BE NICE AND CRISPY WHEN IM DONE WITH THEM"

Breakthrough and I Turned around the largest shack and found two Earth Ponies, The one on the ground had (What I would come to know as a) a Flamethrower, The second Pony was on the roof with some weird saddle with an attached rifle.

"BURN MOTHAFUKERS"

WHOOOSH

Liquid fire poured at high velocity through the nozzle of the weapon. Breakthrough whom was still in front of me dodged the attack of purifying heat. His tail however was slightly lit but the rest his tail remained untouched. I ran to the closest shack, Only a few metres from where I was standing.

"YOU"RE A FAST LITTLE SHIT" The Flamethrower pony yelled at Breakthrough.

WHOOOSH

"HAHAHAHAHA ILL GET YOU SOON YOU LITTLE BITCH"

I felt a sting in my hind but I didn’t give it any attention. I peaked around the corner of the shack.  And I saw an impressive feat of killing as the moon light became most intense that night. The only way to describe it is in slow motion. Breakthrough Jumped on the Flamethrower pony's back, Waited for a second then jumped off onto the shack where the other pony was located, Then Boom, The tank of Flamethrower propellant exploded as Breakthrough was jumping from. Blinded by the explosion I didn’t see Breakthrough slit the last slavers throat. I started walking to the gate where Breakthrough just trotted to. The world started to spin as I lost my balance. Then I fell to the ground with a thud.

Note Added:

Level Up, New Perk added: Split second comprehension, While with a follower your perception is increased by 1 but you suffer a penalty to luck