The filly fled with fear as her mother was decimated to bits of gore, her throat nearly ripped in half by the unbelievable force of the stallion. The Stallion twitched and laughed with a psychotic grin. The filly screamed, and tried throwing miscellaneous items at his head.
"You bitch!" The stallion said, turning around to the filly. "I will rip your little lungs out from you!" He nearly trampled the corpse of the mother as he head to the filly. As the stallion got on top of the filly, a cold metal pressed against his muzzle. "My mom, my mom was good, pretty, mare!" Yelled the filly, clenching her dead father's shotgun tight. "Oh, you fucking cunt." Said the stallion, as the shotgun pressed harder, and a loud bang elapsed. The bits of the stallion's head sprayed on to her. Blood was on the filly, creating an eerie image as she stood up, hooves covered in blood. The shotgun clattered to the ground. "Why... Why did you-" The filly tried to say. "I hate you" A tear fell down from her big blue eyes. Her blood-tattered mane was all in a mess.
The stockpile of guts littered the room. It was enough to say that she was a murderer.
//Ten years later.
Replacing the frightened little filly was an unbelievably beautiful mare. Out of all the places, especially for a mare like her, the military was her confident choice. She emerged into the locker room, taking a sight on her friend, Cherry Tree. "Oh hey, Misty," Cherry said, smiling. "How'd the exams go?" Misty laughed, "Yeah, it was fine, I got in, as usual." Cherry chuckled, "From seducing the instructor?" Misty then frowned, "Of course not!" Sometimes, Cherry could be a pain in the flank, but she was right, there could be no way a mare like Misty Blizzard can pass the exam. "I passed because of my accuracy and mind power!" Misty said, confidently. Cherry continued to chuckle, "Yeah, right. Anyway, want to hit the range?" Misty nodded, as they headed on.
//One month later.
Misty trotted along with Cherry, following close behind. A few stallions leaded the way, until a disgusting smell appeared. "Code 338, requesting weaponry." Said the lead stallion, known by Ghost. The weapons, Type VI Hyperions, and a single Type VIII Longshot appeared in the hooves of each pony. Misty sighed, staring down at the Longshot in her hooves. As the sniper, she had the most powerful, and bulky weapon of them all. Cherry let out a quiet laugh and continued on down the road, the foul stench getting stronger.
Time seemed to slow down as a spray of bullets hit Ghost, a single yell let out before he was turned into dust. "Oh shit, ambush!" Misty yelled, going prone onto the gravel. "Cherry you alri-" she said as Cherry was engulfed in flames. "Ah shit! Flamethrower!" Misty yelled, clenching her teeth. The hedgerows lining the right side of the road made it hard to see the location of each hostile. Misty slid out her knife, keeping the Longshot close by. "Where the hell are you," she groaned, running towards a small gap in the thick leaves. The full-on gallop gave great speed, which Misty would gladly use.
Leaping towards the gap, she held her knife in her mouth, biting down on the handle. A mare, nearly painted with blood screamed as she was sliced into with the brisk combat knife and capabilities of Misty. "I need to fall back." Misty yelled throwing a grenade behind her as she ran back. The loud explosion left her mark in this battle. Yet, not decisive, it marked the starting point for our hero, and her slick agility.