Renegades

It was pouring on a reckless Saturday, the thunder lashing out in the vicinity. Countless ponies were fleeting out in crowds from the raging inferno emitting from the bank. Claws and paws stepped in unison, to and fro, from the burning building to cars and abundant fruit and produce carts. Rain blotted down on the loose and charred pavement of the parking lot, and various ponies were soaking wet and doused with fear and agitation. Emerging from the gigantic flame was a dragon, who was wearing a long sleeved leather jacket, and wore skinny, black jeans. She had bandages wrapped around her chest area, yet her belly was showing. She was carrying one small machine gun in each of her claws, both bordered with platinum and hoof-cut diamonds. A few bags of money were strapped onto her belt, and they shook and jingled around every time she moved.

From across the ash ridden lot, a blue griffin smirked at her like a madman. She retaliated by flashing a small, manic grin that caused the griffin to look even more pleased. He, carrying a silver pistol in one claw, had flared his wings and beat them against the rain. He was in the air, the harsh drops of rain paired up against the burning lightning and sparks of the huge fire that he was flying from. She followed suit, flapping her wings hard and taking to the air.

Crime was ringing out since then, weeks at a time. Ponyville never saw it coming.