Equestrian War II

Bombers flying over-head, their engines break a dead silence with a loud, obnoxious roar. This, was Rezsnout's signal. Load the Mosin Ponagant 1 round at a time, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, full chamber. I look through the scope and watch as Amsel trots into the building carelessly, he was not yet my target. I fire on the patrol, not missing a shot then a soldier came out from behind a wall, k-9 unit, great. I look again through the scope and fire the round, through the dog's body, then the soldier.

"Your aim is flawless. come with me."

I follow him to an abandon bar, we walk in, nopony lies in wait. Rezsnout flips a bar door and walks behind the counter, and grabs a PonyPSh-41, the fastest shooting rifle of it's time, an entire clip in 10 seconds flat.

"This tavern used to be filled with laughter and joy from friends and loved ones, it still haunts me now.."  I hear Rezsnout reminisce about the days before the war, I could feel nothing more than sympathy for him.

"Rezsnout, I..I"

"No, trouble yourself not about it. We need to continue."

I can tell he no longer has motivation to fight, well at least one thing.. a vendetta. He wishes Amsel gone, dead for what he has done to his comrades those that were never even armed.