Gears Keep Going... Even If They have To Stop

The lightning had stopped as we neared the area, but the gunfire had not. As I neared the end of the street I was on, I slowed down to a light jog. Reaching the corner building to my right, I put my back to it. Peaking around the corner, I saw at least one source of the gunfire. Two Grinders and a Boomer were firing constantly into a purple dome, while grubs, and Wretches paced around. Hearing the Kantus' armor clank behind me, out of instinct, I almost turned and emptied my clip into it. Showing self restraint, I managed an eye twitch, and a shaky half turn.

"Theres two Grinders, a Boomer, Wretches, and a shit ton of grubs, suggestions?"

"Kill them."

With that, the Kantus marched past me, and around the corner, boltoks blazing.

"Brilliant plan... wish I had thought of it..."

Checking my ammo real quick, 3 clips plus the one in the retro, by the by, I peeked out again. While the grubs and Wretches were already attacking the Kantus, the Grinders and Boomer were still focused on the dome. This might be easier than I thought. Switching out to my Longshot, I dropped to one knee around the corner, and sighted up the Boomer. One Well placed shot later, its brains were flying out its ears. Up, back, bullet, forward, down. Lining up the crosshairs on the-

*PWOOM! SCREEACH!*

"MORTAR!" I yelled as I rolled to my right.

Staying flat on my belly, I heard the secondary launch, then all the little life takers impact with the ground shortly after. Getting to my feet quickly, I switched back to my retro, and ran back around the building. The Kantus was down on the ground, not in giblets, so that was a good thing. The other locust, however, was everywhere, in itty bitty little pieces. Even the Grinders were gibed. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Man, whoever you guys got as a mortar team, tell them I said thanks," I chuckled out.

Walking over to the Kantus, I kicked it a few times in the side to see if it was still alive. The Kantus gave a raspy groan in response. Still alive, good on it. Looking around the now blood covered street, I couldn't see any grubs within the vicinity. Odd, seeing as locust mortar teams like to see who they're shooting at, rather than receiving targets from the radio. Moving forward, I made my way over to the purple dome thing. Stopping two feet from it, I did the oldest, most scientific, way of checking things out.

I picked up a rock, and threw it at the thing.

All that happened was slight shimmer across its surface. Doing the next best stupid thing, I reached out with my left hand and poked it with a finger.

"Tingly." I muttered while holding my finger against it.

"Get away from them, you monster!"

Bringing my hand back to my gun, and turning towards the voice I saw... nothing? My vision was then filled with blue, followed by a slight pressure around my head and neck. Reacting by instinct, I grabbed whatever had grabbed me and tried to pry it off with my free hand. Getting a hold of whatever was on my face, the first thing that became apparent, was that it was soft, and covered with fur. Do I have a pony on my face trying to choke me out...? Feeling around the mass on my face, it began to shake and squirm a little.

"H-hey! Knock that o-off! It-HA! Tickles! I'm trying to strangle you!" Yelled the pony, sounding a bit tomboyish

Putting my retro on my back, I started to pry the pony off of my head. It struggled as I grabbed a hoof in both hands, and effortlessly pulled her off. The first thing I noticed, was her hair. It was fucking rainbow colored. Rainbow. It was all I could do not to die of laughter right there and then.