Old Habits Die Hard

Celestia looked at the creature, in her years as an immortal she has seen many things, draconequus, dragons, unicorns turned into dark lords. But this thing, this creature gave her an odd vibe...as if it didn’t belong. That same feeling is whats urging her to capture him. The feeling of curiosity, she could tell by the grey hair on its head that it was elderly. Easy right?

Preston stood there, the spears pointed at him from all sides as he formed out his attack. He wasn’t going down without a fight, his mentor taught him better. Quickly he threw his Pulse Rifle up in the air grabbing one of the spear heads with his gloved hands as he pushed it back knocking the guard away with staggering strength, this feat stunned the taller anthromorphic pony as Preston continued his attack.

Swiftly he smacked a guard away with his fist another jumping on his back as he countered with a elbow to the stomach and then smacking him with his fist. He then looked up grabbing his Pulse Rifle as he looked around at the remaining guards, one charged him with a spear as Preston charged back using his gun as a shield before grabbing the spear and ripping it away from the guard. The guard before he could react was promptly kicked in the ribs sending him back a few feet. Preston looked around at the unconscious guards, only a few remaining as he flicked the switch on the side of his gun. Rolling on the ground he fired the same rockets he used to destroy the timber wolf at the guards, Celestia finally intervening by using her magic to redirect the mini rockets her eyes back on the fleeing human as she growled to herself. Spreading open her wings she took off after him Preston whipping around and firing his Pulse Rifle.

Most of the Pulse Rounds missing Celestia, but one. The Pulse Shot went clean through her wing as she screamed in pain. It catching the attention of the ponies inside their homes as they flooded out to check on the princess, Preston stopped looking at her as she looked up at him. “I’m fine my subjects…”

Something caught Preston’s attention, it was the little filly he had meet before all this chaos started. His red visor glowing a bit as she looked at him fearfully, Preston’s expression under his Tactical Visor softening as he shook his head. But than he saw something, a rainbow streak slamming into his side sending him flying deeper into the town. Falling on a small bridge as he shook his head.

The rainbow pegasus he had saw earlier, and she looked pissed...Preston stood up as he looked around, he saw possibly his only escape. The night time. He stood up the Rainbow streak darting after him again as he jumped forward narrowly evading the charge as he landed on the ground looking around. ‘Gotta find a place to hide…’ his tactical visor set its sights on small sorta run down house. Darting into it while the ponies were dazed and confused, “where'd he go?!” Dash asked growling.