Jawohl, Mein Freund! Let Us Practice Medicine! Ve Shall Make Ze Science Und Heal Ze Vorld.... Vun Shot At A Time!

“RAUS, RAUS!”

Heinrich waved forth the tide of his comrades, standing ready and proud, Medigun in hand and syringe gun at his belt. Beneath him was a Ponn Co. crate stuffed full of medical supplies. Around him was war and death, ponies dying by the score, only for the barracks behind him to flash red and spit them out once more, completely healed to the point that even their crossbows had reloaded with full quivers.

“AHAHAHAHA! LET US PRACTICE ZE MEDICINE!” Heinrich shouted, jumping from his crate and rushing into the battle, blasts of red bursting from his Medigun and healing his injured troops with incredible efficiency. Around him, demons ran amok, slaying and being slain in spurts of red and blue gore.

Heinrich overhealed and revived as best as he could, desperately hoping the sixty respawn systems that he’d cobbled together wouldn’t short out– that many respawn devices stuck on top and around each other was never meant to exist.

As the Medic stained his already RED attire blue with gore, he heard a deep, bellowing cry echo across the field as his supplier charged across the field, muscles flexing and hooves ready for combat, Trophy-Belt-wrapped Slouch Hat atop his head and vocal cords screaming out his signature battlecry.

“SAXTON! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYLLLLEEEE!”

The overly-manly earth pony launched through the air, completely unharmed even by direct hits from the demons’ flames. With a resounding SLAM! complete with text bubble and bolded script, Saxton Hayle, owner of Ponn Co. and primary supplier of Heinrich’s medical supplies, landed atop the demon creeping up behind the stationary Heinrich, crushing it into the dirt and exploding its entire body into a messy spray of giblets.

“Danke, kamerad!” Heinrich shouted, spraying the surrounding demons with poison-loaded syringes and hacking off an unfortunately close demon’s head with his bone saw.

“No problem, Medic!” Saxton Hayle replied, already launching off into the distance to goomba-stomp more demons in the face. Heinrich watched his Australia-cutie-marked supplier off, grinning maliciously at the now wary pack of demons around him. Heinrich cracked his neck twice. “Let’s go practice medicine…”

And with a loud “HORRIDO!”, Heinrich charged forward, picking a war-axe from the ground and leaping into the air, burying the axe into the skull of an alpha demon, using its corpse as a springboard to push him into a beta demon, slamming feet first into the unlucky winged-demon’s face. The Medic rode the demon back to the ground, spiking it in the throat with syringes all the while. One impact upon the ground later, Heinrich adjusted his glasses and reloaded his syringe gun casually, strolling up to a wounded pony surrounded by demons.

“Ahh, if it isn’t Sunset Shimmer! How are you zis fine day?” Heinrich asked, the surrounding demons warily circling around the two. They had seen just what this seemingly innocuous creature had done to their comrades, and were not ready to die just yet.

“Eh, could be better, doc. Fuckers got my leg and my spear. I liked that spear!” Sunset complained, adjusting her armor to better accommodate the slash running from hoof to shoulder.

“Vell, my pyromaniacal fruend, how is your magic? Still good?” Heinrich’s grin was unsettling, as was Sunset’s own sudden smirk.

“What are you waiting for, doc? Heal me up and let’s go.”

“Then let us show zese schweinhunds just what a proper man of science can do, ja?”

“Jawohl, Herr doktor.”

Heinrich lifted his Medigun. “Your accent is still terrible, by zhe vay.”

And then RED filled the air as Heinrich Ubercharged Sunset, waves of fire rolling through the landscape and immolating the heat resistant demons where they stood, not even their toughened skin capable of standing up to the most powerful unicorn in Equestria.

Heinrich cackled maniacally, running behind Sunset as she charged forth, concentrated bursts of fire burning through each and every demon in her path.

“I AM FIREPROOF!”

Heavy boots crunched through the ash covered fields outside the remnants of Los Pegasus, the former gambling city now reduced to a mere shantytown of refugees and soldiers.

Through this, Heinrich marched, proudly saluting his employer, the illustrious Princess Luna, bringer of the night and current leader of the western defensive line.

“Mein Princess! Zhe area outside of zhe city is cleared of demons!” Heinrich saluted, awaiting his next orders.

Luna nodded, putting up her spear and armor, tousling her flowing mane out into the open air. “That is good, Heinrich. Art thou well? We cannot have our most able Medic incapacitated, after all.”

Heinrich grinned and spread his arms, “Not a scratch on me!... Zhe same cannot be said about our deceased opponents, however.”

“Of course. Now then, Heinrich, several refugees had made their way here before the attack came. Wouldst thou be so kind as to give them all their mandatory check-ups?”

“Of course, mein Princess. I am happy to serve.” Heinrich bowed and headed into the shantytown, making his way over to the area marked ‘Clinic’. As he entered the rather expansive swath of tents, he reached his own personal tent, flipping the sign out front around so that it read ‘The doktor is IN.”

“Vell? I haven’t got all day. Come in, come in!” Heinrich waved over the startled refugees, each one wary of the strange being that towered over them, but they complied nonetheless, each one receiving a thorough check-up by the somewhat deranged but well meaning doctor.

After an hour of testing reflexes and the occasional burst of the Medigun, Heinrich settled back in his slightly battered swivel chair, enjoying one of the only things in the camp that were available in bulk: a cigarette.

He took a long drag of the cancer stick, enjoying the somehow clean aroma it gave off. Truly, Equestrian tobacco far outclassed even the best of Earth’s tobacco. Perhaps it was the magic in the air, perhaps it was just their love of good air quality.

Either way, it meant that his cancer sticks were about as deadly as a ball of fluff. Potentially, but only if choked on.

With a quiet chuckle, the Displaced Medic sat back and enjoyed his spare time, reminiscing about the events that led up to his life here, three whole months ago...