Roar of the Unigriff

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

'Roar of the Unigriff'

Chapter 3: Indestructible (As Told By: Captain Elena De Amaya)

Ponies do not give up that easily. I was put in charge of setting up our positions. We have taken advantage of the high ground. Now it was up to all of us to hold the line until reinforcements arrive, "Load up! Load up! Machine-gunners on the flanks! Now!" I ordered while the commander was seeing to the wounded from yesterdays engagement.

Soldiers moved into positions and loading rifles. Our machine guns provided support and also protected the flanks of our troops. The abandoned cannons were useless to us as the Equestrians used all the ammunition. I reported to Alejandra's foxhole, "Everybirdy is in position, they maybe turning up and down the line, but they will counter,"

Our MG-39 Rh machine guns were at the ready. It was only the first day of battle, the first day of the war. Nobirdy knows how many more there will be or how many will have to be sacrificed to protect our sacred land. That afternoon, it began to rain and the ground turned to mud. Our commander came out, and joined us in the mud and rain.

I felt her talon on my shoulder, "Gracias," I said with a nod and smile and looked down the sight of my rifle at the enemy trench, "bring on the hell," I muttered to myself,

"Here come the guns!" cried out a soldier as the whistle of shells echoed through the air and hammered the earth. Still we had to hold our ground amid the pounding of artillery shells at the break of dawn. One shell too many fell as it landed a direct hit on a soldier. She was vaporized in a bloody explosion with feathers falling down to earth.

When the shellfire ceased, we saw ponies coming out of the mist. With bayonets fixed, they charged the line, "Hold your fire, hold your fire!" I heard the colonel call out. Our task was to hold the San Caballero Line until our allies in Eastern Aquila mobilized. Before the battle, we received a message that they were on the march to our position.

When they were in range, close range, Alejandra gave the order, "Ahora!" She roared, and the fires began firing. Bodies of ponies fell in the mud and shell holes. Our machine guns were helping to hold the line. Bodies fell to the bursts of fire like tall grass to the mowing machine. Still the shellfire was constant and the enemy was now on top of us.

Bodies of good soldiers, brave soldiers were being thrown like ragdolls from the shock of artillery shells, and landing facedown in the puddles, "They're on top of us!"

I am thinking the Equestrians thought the shellfire would wipe us out. We are tougher than that. I unsheathed my ball-grip knife from my back leg sheath, "Aquí vamos," I said with a trench cub I forged. A round steel shaft and turned handle, and 22 inches long with ten 1 1/2 inch spikes affixed to the cylinder shaped head. A real nasty weapon.

I used my club to parry a rifle, and stab an enemy in the side of the neck. Another was coming in from behind to attack my cousin. I turned around, and smacked him upside the head with my mace. His skull cracked, and there was a spurt of blood behind he fell facedown in the mud. When you serve well with Alejandra, you know what she can do.

I looked to see how she was faring in her muddy foxhole. You soon find she is handy with other tools. Her close combat weapon is a short sword. With a 19 and 1/4 inch blade and 26 inches long, it was the last thing many soldiers saw. The colonel slashed aside an enemy in the throat and bleed out, and split the head open the other with a loud yell.

When it comes to close combat, our soldiers use anything from sharpened trench spades to knives, trench clubs and axes, "Good work, mi prima," I said to my twin Malina

My little cousin notched her first kills as a royal soldier, slitting the throat of an enemy and hitting another aside with her rifle stock. The Equestrians were turning back, and our rifles were shooting at them as they retreated. A couple fell in the mud as the ponies were sent packing back to their trench. I hugged my cousin knowing she lives to fight

I soon heard the sound of footsteps coming from our flanks. They weren't our relief troops, but something better that came right on time, "Adlers!" I called out, these are German-speaking Unigriffs from Eastern Aquila. Tough and rugged as the mountains they live in, we fixed our bayonets and charged alongside them into the Equestrian Lines.

The ponies turned and shot back, and the machine guns were spitting bullets. The artillery felled many, screaming in agony. By bayonet, rifle, and our weapons, we charged into the fire. Commanding the Adler Units is Victoria Von Lowe. Don't let the monocle deter you, she's just like Alejandra, but she speaks German, "Good to have you with us,"

"Oh yes, yes, it is a pleasure indeed," said the all-brown unigriff with a golden yellow beak, "her majesty sends her regards and some new weapons for us all,"

It is not hard to spot an Adler Unit soldier. They wear the M53 Stahlhelm and commanding officers wear the M34 peaked cap with golden laurel designs sewn into the brim and the coat-of-arms of Queen Esmeralda in front and facing the enemy, "The enemy is sending in more troops, her majesty felt we must do the same," said the Adler Unit officer.

The Adler Units settled down after a long march, and got to see their first taste of action on the first day they arrived. They were rewarded for their assistance with food from the cook. Sopa De Ajo Blanco was given out by our cook to go with our bread rations. Having the Adler Units was a breath of fresh air, knowing we are not alone in this fight