Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Summoner

by TundraStanza

“Muahahaha! Can you keep up with my super-secret techniques?” taunted the masked stranger.

“Dude, I can’t even keep up with whatever the frig you’re saying,” the completely normal bounty hunter answered.

“Well, then prepare to fall prey to even more of my stealthy strategies!”

“Can’t you just talk like a normal feather?”

“Ninpo Art: Bunshin Shokun-no-Jutsu!”

Several explosions of smoke burst in the corridor.  Before the stallion’s eyes, several ghostly entities of fire and levitating clothes appeared.  They seemed to be following the weirdo’s orders.

“I’ll take that as a no,” muttered the normal gunslinger.

“Go forth, my ninja brethren of the ethereal realm! Make sure his body will never be found by any witnesses! The shinobi way forbids leaving any trace of the target.”

The wails of the departed brought back to the living realm echoed against the stony walls.  Six explosions of smoke later, the bounty hunter was holding his machete against the masked ninja’s throat.

“H-How? No pony can best ninjutsu. Could it be that you have also studied the art of stealth?”

The weirdo’s head went flying to the wall.  The blood spray hit the stallion’s muzzle.

“Speaking in monologue? That is so pre-war Equestria.”

He then noticed an annoyingly quiet beeping noise.  It was coming from the corpse’s neck and it looked an awful lot like a clock slowly counting backwards.

“You son of a bit-!”

The ninja failed at one thing.  Whenever a kill must be made, it was dishonorable to leave the body where it could be found.  Unfortunately for his honor, the next mare that wandered into the corridor found the victim’s corpse over here… and there… and there… and there.