Of course, we were not going to fight. I don’t think he would be so arrogant. Especially after such a failure.

• When will NightmarKrieg be ready? I may need his technique.

• One Squadron is ready to speak, however ... Why did you decide that you can call him? You already have no authority, and even after this episode... It is unlikely that Flower will allow you.

This is more than reasonable. Of course, I can incline them to an adventure... But then it will continue in a sufficiently frequent manner so that the whole company cracks at the seams, unless, of course, I bear the punishment and admit my guilt... What I do not even from harm.

• I think Fleur or Soarin will help me... However, an urgent need is to find Radar; what did you mean when you said you didn't know where he was?

• I had it. The radar was damaged by the equipment, and its mare was almost killed by the commandos. The lad is depressed and does not leave the medical block, moreover, no matter how much you go there for him - so he is never there.

A sudden roar stopped DeathMark, and I realized that I was annoyed a little more than usual. Or is it a concern?

• Do not try to judge him, Valdes. You have no right to do that after the SkyKilla story.

I blinked, and the unicorn looked accusingly into my eyes. He was definitely on the side of Radar in this, but I was also on the side of Radar.

• I didn’t even think about it, a headache.

His eyes are dulled - with him this happens when he thinks he was wrong.

• Your nightmares again? What is it this time?

• What is the question? We both know that they never come true.

It seems that he bit his tongue, because it was because of me and my predictions that we ended up in such a croup.

• Forget.

And good. About this you need to forget everything except me.

***

Our apothecary was once a scientist in the field of science, which is now called "biomancia". However, I decided to quit it after... As he was sentenced to life imprisonment and practicing for illegal experiments and making narcotic dust from the horns of unicorns. Getting him out of prison was another matter; in fact, we could only do this by promising him an amnesty, and I had to agree between times that he himself was dependent on this dust, and, given our specific actions, some may share with him sawed off horns. True, no one would give up the trophy so easily, because “field medicine” was preferable for him. I hope that the new captain will keep him from the fact that he will plant the whole company on the "Northern Dust".
However, at the entrance I was met by several servants, who hastily moved carts with supplies of various kinds. It seems that he was not in the mood to work, since he decided to put so many capsules in with a regeneration stimulator. Inside, work was in full swing, there were about thirty ponies in a state close to critical, but the stasis dream left them alive. Radar was not visible, while SkullRiver was engaged in reporting; the pen he wrote cracked from the way he squeezed his hoof, and his servant hastily left us to look for a new one.

• Do not sneak so much in my apothecary!

A hoof kick on the table just screamed about his nervousness and tension.

• Let me guess, Flauver demanded an urgent report on the wounded and the cost of resources, and since I used to do it for you, do you have to plow like a damn?

• Kill her, Valdes! Seriously! Can you help me? I urgently need to take care of patients, and this fool only thinks about sending a report to Sanguinis as soon as possible!
  We all “helped” him; after all, it was behind him all of our medical equipment, which was required for our work.

I switched the vox-earphone and called Ebony.

• She will help you, let's work.

In his eyes I clearly saw anger that I ignored the first request. However, he instantly put on his set of medical equipment and at the same time took the nartetium.

• Where is the Radar hiding?

• Stokes the sadness and anger in the "Northern Dust". Asks not to let anyone. My back room, behind the third row on the eighth level.

I, frankly, did not understand what was happening. Why do I have to look for the Radar and solve all these problems just to get what I need? It’s probably my fault that I can’t just call him as before. Still, the Master Signal stood just above my rank. Or maybe Flower is trying to piss me off. The last, so far, it turns out.

• Oh, and Valdes, about your project ...

• Not now. We need to stabilize the situation in order to prepare it.

• Yes, only I contacted HotRod. His works are rejected as demoralizing. Especially ... you know what chapters are for.

It was bad, but will have to figure out later. The main thing is that HotRod is not injured ... He was one of the few Ultraponi who could be considered soldiers.
Finding the Radar was not difficult for someone who knows exactly where the Scull River is. He was without armor and lay in a pool of water with a bottle of Northern Dust. It seems that he diluted it notably, although, it seems, I understood what Scull meant by the word "drowns."
In general, what happened with the radar is not news. Many from the beginning of the war began to roll up personal dirge after the loss of loved ones or comrades. The Star Wolves built this into the cult of the Lone Wolf, as an example. However, how did Radar manage to get to taking drugs? Always considered him a fighter for the rights of workers with the burden of overthrowing the system of the noble houses of our people. He was just sentenced for a pirate radio station. You could say it was probably easier to get him out of jail than seventy percent of our company. Idealist, but, in general, adequate.
"Stokes" sadness in drugs.

• V-Valdes... I knew that... Scull would betray me... That bastard...

His voice was withered; he seemed to be taking a real drink that dried his throat. Scull managed to increase the effect of this drug, so that he even went through our physiology, although, as a rule, it dries up to a state of complete hoarseness, so I think he is still far from it.

• Radar, I know what happened ... And I regret that it happened. Therefore, I ask you to give me access to information about the enemy, captain ...

• Do not call me by this name! My name is HeartTax!

With difficulty he shouted, and I reduced the sensitivity of the sound in the range of his voice through the inner ear. I do not like harsh noisy noises.
What was more important is that Radar has returned to its name, while vehemently demanding to call it real. A clear sign of faded morale among those who decided to change their name to the time of the formation of the thunderous pony.

He was still lying, so I had to lift him by the scruff of his neck and throw him into a corner, so that he would at least look into my eyes, and not into a basin of water. He was short of breath. For a second it seemed to me that he would reach back to the water, however, he resisted and simply bore me with his eyes.
- Well, Radar, and now, please, remind you, what have we taught for so long?

A simple oath that once led me to this path and which, perhaps, helped some others. He shook his head.

• Valdes... Stop... Please... Here are the data... On the shelf behind you... I took with me.
  
• I'm afraid you're a little late, Radar.” Now I am obliged to transfer you to a rehabilitation center. If you do not prove to me that this was a temporary narcotic opacification, I will do it.

So it took about a minute. A minute of silence, during which I grabbed his data-slate to my own, under the base of my left hoof.

• She... I almost died... I almost died... Because of me...

Guilt can be understood. Especially if he did not have time to establish a connection. His mare NightGlider was in the Fifth Claw, "Night Raptors". Very vulnerable branch - for their sharpness and impulsivity, they always had to be kept on a short leash.

• What happened?

Now I had to help him. Otherwise we will also lose him, I am afraid to imagine the scale of the drop in morale, even if Radar was one step away from rehabilitation.

• The Raptors... They tried to decapitate them... They have a new leader, as usual. This time the attack aircraft... I did not have time to give them the order to retreat and that DeathMark took up a position...

And DesMark without the support of someone else was dared because of the error of the Radar... Something is wrong.

• What was the problem?

• Storm of Chaos. DeathMark said that the wind is rising, and that it is rising unnaturally; SkyKilla confirmed that nature is magical. Our connection stalled as soon as we started the attack.

It is clear what the problem was - without communication, it divided everyone, and the storm also suppresses all our equipment. In the name of the moon, someone had to explain to me, and explain clearly, why the diamond dog technique does not stall.

• Clearly, Error Flower.

• No... We did not... We ourselves volunteered, the rest were so angry after Nocturne that... they were torn into a fight, despite the warnings...

• They tell me another.

He looked up. And I saw this tiredness and pain.

• Look around, Valdes. They go mad with anger. They waited to win, as they always won, and they simply rested! Flower offered to attack the doctrine of the Sky Scars; no one even wanted to listen.

So that's what happened ... On the other side of opinion. Well, you will need to take into account.

• Valdes, tear these bastards, Glider hooked on the leader ... I want his head, please, I will implant him on the peak of my Damocles.

Pure anger and thirst for blood.

• We are not conquerors, Radar.

Let him drown himself further if he wants. I will not rent it, not now. Not now, when it can be useful to the company.

***

The next morning, I felt better than usual. This time the nightmares were from what I prefer: corpses torn to pieces, lying in the mud and buried in the sand and thickets of “poisonous jokes”. True, I did not like what they did to the body of Fleur - it was just disgusting.
In any case, it was necessary to discuss the alignment of forces, the possibilities and, more importantly, the Trade Union.
We gathered again at Fleur. Before that, I managed to find out that NightmarKrieg will help me and will do everything to ensure that his “Predeathors” are ready. I reported this first to Fleur. Soarin had no ground equipment at all and he was not so important.

• So, the Trade Union will meet the forces of this gang by tomorrow's dawn... We have one night, if we do not want innocent ponies to fall under the distribution.

I cannot agree with Soarin about the “innocence”, however, now it is better to keep mum, considering that I repainted my armor in the morning with the usual colors, anticipating the fight.

• Yes, one night. They have about four massive wagons, about fifty conventional trucks and three NightmairKrieg “Predators”, and he will thank you if we can return them.

The rest was too much to mark this point; The report contained only approximate data on the number of small equipment and the dogs themselves. But the numbers still did not inspire joy. We had one and a half companies from the force: a company of Soarin, four divisions, counting the Equus Blades, and, possibly, one tank squadron from Krieg.

• Look at the place. If we do not destroy in the course of the battle, we will return it. I do not understand why you are doing this kind of problem. My company is ready for battle.

He had two “Thunderhoof” and about a dozen “Storm Ravens”, four “Storm Eagles” and about fifteen “Stormclaws”, the number of smaller “Land Spiders” was out of the question. This is a crushing air force, not to mention how his company jumps into battle on the move. To some extent, we copy their tactics, but do not rely only on aviation. I am worried about something else, and by the way Fleur looked at him, I understood that she was thinking about the same thing.

• The Night Lords is the only company stationed nearby, and they will not help us. Flower has an order to clean the forest and she missed this gang, which means she will most likely “forget” about her until the Princess “reminds” her of this. She will not depart from the order. Your company is ready, and it is the only company we have.

It doesn't seem like my words made him think. He continued to look at me like an idiot, waiting for me to agree with him.

• If we are battered, the Trade Union will be able to hit us in the back. We will endure two bouts in a row, but how many will we lose? Not to mention the fact that in this case it is necessary to clean Las-Pegasus with blood, not gloss.

The voice of reason came from Fleur; I don’t know if she was interested in clearing our quarrels, but we haven’t left her any choice.

• Offer to sit out? Kidding me?! We swore to protect not for a beautiful word!

• Yes, they swore. And we must survive to fulfill the oath. We need to make a plan.

They turned on me. Did they expect me to say something?

• We have two options: either steal the equipment, decapitate and slow down this gang, or crush them in less than one night.

• What is stopping us from getting out now?

• Is your company ready? Not sure about that. Nevertheless, yes, we can go now ... However, if we decide to make the second option, crush them at night and meet the army of the Trade Union on the battlefield ... then we can show her the power of Equestria.

• Why not just leave the skeletons and clear traces?

This is possible ... However, I personally do not like this option.

• We will show the soldiers and mercenaries, what they want to drive. You can leave the burning skeletons ... Soarin, I would agree to this if I could still leave them in the form in which I did this just a couple of months ago. But now ... If we leave them, rumors will go. Someone will understand what they can deal with, but, believe me, this business is fixable for a week of rest and being in a friendly company, as well as a drop of the simplest propaganda.

And he knows that I am a specialist in this. Fleur was silent all the discussion.

• There is an option to help the forces of the Union during the fight. But it seems that none of the two of you are interested in him.

• I’m not deciding anything here, Fleur, you and Soarin decide. I will obey your decision..

***

Every time the sun goes down, forces come to us. Whether it is the stars, or the moon itself favors us - it does not matter. What matters is that we are dressed at midnight.
The engines of the cars were buzzing with anger, Krieg said they want to return their brothers. I can only believe his word, because I will not go in a sturdy tank hull. I do not need it.
- Anything inspiring word, brother?
Skykill was better than me and also knew how to inspire fear, especially when he whispered in his truly serpentine voice from behind. And in general, for the librarian, he was sometimes ... too calm.
- You should go heading the attack, you know that? If you were a unicorn, you would look perfect on a historical fresco.
I was grateful to him for these cars. As he himself said: “Do not worry, I will take it upon myself”. I do not know what he could “take”, but I did not like it.
Many did not distinguish us when we were foals. It is just that “bright” SkyKilla and “dark” Valdes, and even now, with all the changes, this has not changed, except that it began to look a bit more like a filly - more refined and graceful.
The way he calls for his inner source of magic was felt in the air by the strange smell of ozone and was given away by dry mouth.
We have already seen dogs - they set up camp, and even from here you could see the lights of their welding machines. They were actively engaged in the repair of damaged equipment in open areas. To their misfortune, the land between Las Pegasus and the Eternal Forest was divided by a huge plain with virtually no hills... a favorite territory of the Sky Scars. The clouds that covered them moved at natural speed. After the storm of Chaos, the wind seems to have risen strongly ... we will not be noticed exactly until the last moment.
- I have neither the right nor the ability to lead them. Better say what happened during our attack?
He caught up with me on the other side of the twin lascannons of our “Predator”.
- They have a sorcerer ... be careful, my brother. Victory or death.
- This cry is silent, SkyKilla.
I heard the sound of charging our machine gun condenser. We opened wings and scattered in different directions. He will escort Krieg and his cars, but I must join Fleur and her Blades.
- We are the heirs of Equestria! Death to her enemies!
This was the first thing I heard on her vox channel. At the same time, a volley of our cars sounded. The view of massive laser beams that cut through the night could have blinded, and the subsequent explosion could stun. The first volley issued us, and the battle horn made an accompaniment to the updated charging sound. The fires flared up stronger, and even from here I heard how the engines of their cars started to work. As small bikes and other personal cars took the lead and opened fire on us indiscriminately. Considering that we will not soon enter the affected area, and you can dodge their slow-moving missiles at this distance with just one turn ... but there were too many of them. Even if on the ground, at the will of the Moon itself, there appeared an assault detachment that would cut gun crews a hundred at a time, it would have helped us in any way.
One of the Heirs protruded from the hatch and grabbed the assault bolter mounted near the hatch for firing. So did all the machines, including those that the enemy had, joining the general squall of fire. The only difference is that the bolter was a dog's long-range bullet weapon. A few bullets ricocheted or crashed against my helmet and frontal armor. They do not have enough power to effectively pierce at such a distance... But soon I will have to take off, or get into the transport, otherwise I will rub off into powder.
Several missiles flew dangerously close, but our driver justified the name of his legion, maneuvering at high speed with unimaginable grace for such cars... Yes, that's right, they left our equipment without cover. They rush forward. The clouds today are lower than usual, so I hope that these dogs are afraid that the sky may fall on them.
After all, it began when Soarin grabbed the moment.
We needed the whole Soarin company to do this, however, the result was worth it... The total entry of Soarin’s company made a huge gap in the center of this mass of cars, and the motorcyclists joined our attack on the ground on their gravitsiklah. We had superiority in the air due to the destruction of all small aircraft, and we entered into this breach, completely self-confident...

***

• Go, go! Clean up debris!
  The problem of large combat vehicles of diamond dogs was that, if not to destroy them with an explosion, but only to stop, then they must be further cleaned of the crew in order to plug the still working tools. To do this, we sometimes had to separate and, while the Scars fought in this bloody race on the plain, we had to decapitate this gang. This is all that we could do in such a small composition.
  Tactical squads split up, creating an action theater for the Blades and clearing the wrecks of cars with a roar of bolter fire and knife strikes.
  Plus diamond dogs were in the fact that, more often, their leader does not need to be sought. And now, surrounded by battle and fire, we saw how he and his younger leaders took off only to attack us with a swoop on their primitive packs ... more like small missiles. But the leader's knapsack was quite massive, even by the standards of dogs.
  
• Spread out!
  The fast team, and the Blades tore their free construction and prepared swords. They were all unicorns, not necessarily noble, but able to handle bladed weapons. And I? I was with them. I saw my goal, and I heard this whisper more clearly than anything else - he called me to rip off my helmet and fight without it. I felt my hooves lengthen and claws were released ... like my own, as if I had them since birth. But more importantly, I heard thunder. I did not see the thunder clouds at the entrances, and Storm Seer Soarin said that now the weather was unfavorable for his magic. It meant nothing good.
  
• Lost right engine! I lead in the direction of the Heirs! - That didn't mean anything good either. And, more importantly, it meant that there is a massive threat to our aircraft and it needs to be found as soon as possible.
  The flapping of the wing together with the rebound saved me from being cut by a massive chain axe.
  Diamond dogs did not change much after the Long Night, but they became bigger and stronger, it was difficult to say anything about intelligence... they hadn’t seen them well before, except in mining, but what was more important to me was that they hunted the same game. Now their flocks have become more gangs than small groups, and now they are led not by the smartest, but by the strongest. And this, it seems, was such: massive, armored, black skin and black-and-white primitive armor, red eyes and strong stoopedness, however, it was smaller than the usual “leaders”. This carcass attempted to strike another blow, removing its ax from the ground, however, it was not difficult to dodge it. I did not believe that he was so clumsy, but so far the impression was just that.
  
• Ouch! Mouseponi is also here! Mouseponi funny, he came back here after he was smeared here!
  I do not know about whom it was, but probably he confused me with Glider. That's just Glider prefers swords, the rattle of claws against each other sparks.
  
• We came for you!
  It seems he wanted to grin, but he had to funny try to break the distance with me. The blows were consistent, I aimed at the neck during the dash, but I could only shake his paws off. His armor is pierced, but the wounds are not deep enough for danger, and I had to move away in order not to get hit by the back.
  He pricked up his ears and began to smell, it seems that he found that he was not fighting with Glider. The dog thought for a long time, and then his ears drooped. He clung to the ground and began to growl angry.
  
• Mouseponi... another ... Mouseponi ...
  He stood up again, then rushed forward, intending to push me onto the spikes at the end of his ax, where the blade ended, but I went to the side, moving my wings. Fleur on the other side seemed tired of working with fingers and hooves, and I saw blades spinning around her, wrapped in her telekinetic field, and used both for defense and for attack, moving each on its own, but constantly connecting, like to dance I was rougher.
  The “lance” went to the side, passing with a gliding blow to the hind leg, while I rushed forward, using the initiative to put the claws into the jaw and dig into it with all my might. he moved it in attempts to pull them out and even tried to throw me up with a sharp chin movement, but the force fields on the claws passed right through the lower jaw, tearing it apart and making it hang like a useless piece of meat while we shared the distance. A loud guttural roar spread through the clearing. Perhaps he wanted to say something, but alas.
  One of his retinue attacked me from Fleur, who was freed from her bout and rushed into the other, in the interval covering me with a volley from a large assault bolter. The last bolts went right through from the low resistance of the target, and the corpse fell on my side, “The Leader” did not seem to be in a hurry to get another attack, and I could use it. The claw entered the back of the head. I knew where the point was, beyond which you could effortlessly pull the head off the dog, along with part of the spine. What I, with a strong crunch of bones, hurried to do, pulled out, unfortunately, only the main part to the base of the hump and threw it in front of me, instantly crushing it with a blow of the hoof. That was enough for him to look at it, and not at the cocked “Widowmaker” on my hoof, letting out a full volley of sixteen shots, accompanied by cries of pain from other hellish dogs.
  In the ears immediately sounded a flurry of insults and curses for it. The noise created, in part, has a magical nature and in any case is quite unpleasant. The bolts entered the open head, and the lack of a helmet played a role in turning the head into a bloody mess. I'm afraid Radar will not get its prize ... The ax fell to the ground, and its paws began to try to grasp at the place where the head had been before. I know her, from which they now have such vitality, but sometimes she is surprised. Nevertheless, the body fell to the ground with a crash, and I heard a multiple howl from all sides. In some places, the howl immediately interrupted by the blows of blades.
  
• Valdes! I need you! Thunder installation is covered by our cars! It is already guided by the next plane!
  And, as if recalling this, the plane of the pilot, who a few seconds ago informed us about his injuries, fell near us. Fleur and I looked at each other and immediately divided in different directions: Blades go to rescue the pilot and crew, I go to tear off the heads.
  While I was moving in the direction of the Krieg signal, I saw a standard situation with the loss of a leader: the dogs are beginning to retreat in different directions or gather in small gangs for further resistance and to collect hordes. Many try to dig into the ground, but these usually only open to attack. Soarin and his company were actively driving them into the boilers and forced them either to surrender or die. They are still extremely dangerous in their numbers, but morale is temporarily broken. Now you can not let them regroup.
  Krieg and his machines actively moving in a circle around something remotely resembling a tank group. Lost cars were adorned, basically, with new color, accessories, knocked-over tracks and damaged implements. However, they covered up something resembling the "Hydra" anti-aircraft installation, which is used for civil defense. The tracks were replaced with something resembling... turbines, from which clouds came, and the guns were long coils with batteries at the beginning. A twin lascanís salvo slammed into the tower, trying to find its target, but no damage was done, which, given the material on the eye, was impossible. I saw the distortion in the air during the hit. Looks like our “shaman” is here. The position was attacked by one branch of the Heirs, but they would not break through quickly - the fire was too dense.
  
• Krieg, am I in the place where SkyKilla is?
  
• Flew to the west for the shaman - a dog trying to escape on the fly.
  It does not add up. What protects the installation?
  
• What's wrong with this machine?
  
• I do not know!
  Incoming request from another channel interrupted our conversation.
  
• This is Sergeant Geno, clear the airspace above the installation! We break through!
  
• Geno! We release smoke bombs! Full salvo!
  Krieg didn't seem to care. Heirs instantly loaded into the “Rino”, and I clung to the closed ladder, fulfilling the requirement to clear the sky. Machines synchronously fired smoke bombs from installations, and vehicles moved to the defensive circle of our own tanks.
  
• Get ready for the strike!
  I saw several rockets and grenades flying around us. The driver maneuvered in the smoke towards the fire, and I could only be glad that I did not ride on the front armor. A bolt of lightning shot into the sky with a flash of thunder, but I saw how he could not hit his target.
  I preferred not to find out how a pony feels, hooked on an armored personnel carrier crashing into the barricade at full speed, and unhooked a little earlier, braking its wings. The ward began to sweep less than a second while I rushed forward to destroy the installation.
  
• Cover it!

***

Inside the car there was not enough space, so that the corpses torn from a fragmentation grenade had to be pulled out under fire. I have exactly the hole in the right rear knee and three holes in the right wing. Inside, everything was just as dirty, but I was more interested in the source of energy that fed the battery, the improved Cloud Generator, and... the device next could see through Chaos quite noticeably for me. I hurried to pull it out and provoked a chain reaction to break the generator and threw me back on the tower in the direction of our transport. Heirs gathered around and helped me remove the tower from me.
- Get separated, dangerous source of energy, you need magicians to ensure safety.
- Maybe then leave it in the tower?
- No, he will stay with me.
Despite the fire of battle, the cold that passed through them was palpable. They didn’t trust me.
- In the case of mutation or other traces of danger, I will report immediately.
Geno obviously did not want this, but for some reason he gave the order to further progress, leaving me only a look in my eyes.
- SkyKilla, I need you. Report.
Usually, he does not respond immediately, meanwhile, the battles ended, It is difficult to verify that much time had passed since dusk, before dawn was still far away.
- SkyKilla, report.
- Sergeant, you are not entitled to give orders to a senior librarian.
It seems busy, he is not sharp on the tongue.
- What have you got there?
- I am working on a shaman, and if I tell you how, I will explain to Scars and Heirs what you will do with it.
So for the old? We definitely need to do something, even SkyKilla is not holding back, although it is he who is to blame for what is happening ...
Or me.
- Missiles from the southwest! Shy away.
Southwest? And how? We have suppressed all the points...

***

Fortunately, at that moment everything turned out, the Sky Scars of the master of evasion and speed and from the antediluvian rockets on the thermal trail cost nothing. However, the fact itself was more eloquent of any word. Here something was wrong, we can not be confused with the dogs. Or you need to be a complete degenerate.
We have already finished here, NightmarKrieg and Skykilla left the battlefield and I ... I followed the corpse of the leader, I promised Radar that I would bring my head, I would have to carry the carcass. Fleur and Soarin, as I heard there too, are met by a commander of Las Pegasus who is probably trying to justify himself for his subordinate. However, I love to make mistakes.
Fleur sat on the back of the car, and Soarin periodically kicked the dog unconscious. An escort of griffins stood in front of them, apparently equipped mercenaries, a lot of freestyle symbolism and a few from Las Pegasus, led them like a minotaur, one of those that then stood on guard of the common premises, it is a bit strange.
- You must understand that you attacked the subordinates of Las Pegasus and caused them great damage, as well as dealt a heavy blow to our military force and force us to respond.
Is that so? They say the Beast, too, first tried to compromise, until the Princesses killed him right on top of his huge robot. It was good then. But this does not mean anything good, we destroyed them in time, the smartest quickly put together large hordes and have to use a lot more power. I lifted the corpse and threw it on my back, the problem is that he had a grenade that exploded in contact with the ground, it was worth examining it, it would take a long time to remove the fragments from the armor. Soarin and the mercenaries snatched the weapon and the second even managed to shoot a couple of times before the order was heard “clean”, it’s a pity that now this dog is half scalded with lightning, they have spoiled his skin, the coat will not come out so good if not cleaned.
There was silence in the air for a second when I caught the gaze of the minotaur looking at my symbolism, color and skull.
- Who is this and why does he take his body? As I saw you burn corpses.
- Diamond dogs secrete controversy and then grow, in addition to the old methods of course. We need to burn the corpses or the horde will recover.
Noted Soarin stopping kicking the corpse and turning to me.
- Valdes! Drag to the rest of the corpses!
I noticed Fleur’s agitated eyes, yes, it looks like everything could be worse if they really were one of the mercenary armies ...
- Valdes? Is this your ambassador? And after this you are talking about the world? You look at him!
I'm not sure what it looked like from the outside, but the fact of the mark told me enough to remind that I still look ominous ... but now it was unimportant. I can not give voice.
- Grimaldes, clean up the corpse and collect your squad, the help of the Night Lords was appreciated. Go back to your location.
I hurried to take off, and it seems he wanted to say something in the back, however I was faster, I connected to the Fleur systems to continue listening, and to be distracted from the claws of tearing my heart.
- And what was that?
- Grimaldes and his company are cleaning up. They are masters in this and we usually call them.
- Why did you call him by another name?
- This is his new name, Captain Soarin does not command him and...
Knowing her, she most likely is boring now with his eyes.
- A little tactless, the old name tingles his memory,
- Tell your stories to someone else. Better tell me what to do with you now, you attacked our army.
- A mercenary army, and this will be discussed tomorrow's diplomatic mission.
- You are there too, aren't you? You are a soldier, not a diplomat.
- I'm Heiress. We own everything perfectly.
I do not like to just listen to the dialogue, I can not read emotions as clearly as usual. In any case, most likely we have a problem.
- Okay, get ready, "Equestrians", tomorrow, when you can't justify yourself, I'll deal with you.
Empty threat, I disconnected from the dialogue and landed on the Pegasus group of their army. it looks like they were examining corpses.
Immediately they started and raised their guns, two of the seven fell and the shots came to the ground. I landed a little faster than I wanted. They seemed to be examining one of the cadaver pits.
- Stand!
I stopped and looked at them, they looked like I could devour a look, I love that look.
- What are you doing here?
Their commander stepped forward.
- Yes, yes, friends are looking for whom you seem to have finished, who will now pay me back, hm?
- Your wings are trembling and you can hear it even through power armor.
He jumped back at the same moment and turned around.
- Come on guys, it's not here. and if there is. Then after these bastards nothing.

Author's Note

Still looking for someone who will help me with better design and translation.
Head detained very much and I apologize for this. Hope to get already in plus by estimates.