Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Thirty One

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That dread I felt grew even worse as we passed through the front gates of the place so proudly named "Happyville," the sign decorated with animal skulls and corpses. The amount of raiders simply laying about was also extremely concerning. It wasn't until I was surrounded by them that I felt that I truly had made a mistake.

There were hundreds of then, likely every raider in this region and the next had been gathered here. The raiders huddling under scrap built tents and inside the old rotting buildings. They had also clearly stuck to their own, each shelter hanging a flag or totem, with raiders on guard. I even saw a few dead raiders strung up and guts hanging out for all to see.

I popped one of the chem laced cigarettes into a hole in my mask, lit it, and breathed in. The calming effect was almost instant, though now my gas mask was full of smoke.

"So where do we even start?" I asked Molo.

She lifted my mask a little, letting out the excess smoke. "First off, don't let your guard down like that. We don't have a big crew watching our backs and you're making yourself blind. Secondly, let's offload this booze and get some good shit ourselves."

"Nice!" Cauterize spoke up, and pointed at a building with a big sign with a mare on it. "Let's go to the titty bar then."

Molo and I just shrugged, not seeing a worse Idea.

Fortunately for us, it was where the smugglers were offloading their chems and booze, where the raiders were quite happy to see our contribution as we passed by. Molo made sure to pass some booze out, to the cheer of others.

We were in some sort of neutral ground for the raiders, where the different groups mingled. There were several heavily armed and armored raiders standing ground, most of which were Smelters armed with flamers. The message was clear. Don't start shit, or everypony suffers.

Arriving at the bar, it was a grisly pink building decorated in old world posters and faded rainbows. Waiting for us was an equally girly pink pony with a big smile on her face. Both Molo and Cauterize cringed at seeing this pony.

Loudly, and excitedly, she greeted me. "Welcome to the Ministry of Moral's, Super Fantastic Fun Zone! we just call it the MOMSFFZ for short!"

"You were right, the Smiles are running this joint." Cauterize huffed out at me.

She quite literally zipped next to the big stallion, and slapped his shoulder. "Who else but the Forty Two Smiles to bring the fun, fun, FUN!"

Just as quickly she hot to Cauterize, she was in my face, nearly knocking me over. "If it's not fun, then why do it?"

Thankfully Molo came to my rescue. "Damn straight, and I say kill anypony who wants us to be all boring like!"

The pink raider then zipped to Molo, squeaking her up into a dance. "A mare who knows, a mare who knows! Let me get you a booth, and we can snort some mentats. So fun!"

With a poof, she zipped away.

I then looked at Molo. "That… was… weird."

She smiled. "That's a Smile for you. Just don't give them any new ideas, and don't ever tell them no. If you must turn them down, say you will do fun stuff tomorrow, after you do other fun stuff today."

"Right… also, why are they called the Forty Two Smiles?" I asked.

"I know this one." Cauterize spoke up. "Their mantling some bitch from like a hundred years ago, or was it sixty years? Whatever. But some psychopath lookalike of the ministry mare of the Ministry of Moral showed up and tore the wasteland a new asshole. She was put down by some merchant with a chrysalis motor's motor wagon. Legends say that both were related to the ministry mare of the Ministry of Moral, and it was an inheritance squabble over a weapons cash."

I raised an eyebrow at the story. "Really?"

Both ex-raiders shrugged, and Molo said, "Maybe. It's an old story my mom told me when I was a foul. The Merchants of… goodness, I think she called the tale. And I recall that one or two of the hero's from that tale are in another… The Longest of Winter... I think."

"You mean the Long Winter! I recall there was a merchant family that helped Storm Rider." I said, trying to remember it.

Molo clapped her hooves together. "That's them! And if I remember correctly, they are actually still around too. Supposedly they even remade that motor wagon, though I don't think it works. Or was it an airship? Then again, I haven't seen them myself, so they could all be dead for all I know."

That was actually really interesting, and made me want to go find out myself. After Tripwire was dealt with of course.

We all then got out of the self driving motor wagon, trotting to the entrance of the bar. Molo told me what it was called, the raiders being all so creative; "The Drunk Slut." So I made a mental note to only have one beer. I was still sore from last time.

Was it bad that the bar's name made me feel called out?

Inside was… better than I expected, and worse than I feared. Aside the mob of drunk an high raiders, there was several cages with what had to be malnourished slaves inside, dancing weekly. Center stage was a crude stripper pole with a raider mare performing on it, with the raiders below tossing caps and chems on stage for attention. The dancers had more piercings than a Red Light Showroom mare, and from her slightly wide barrel and visible teats, she was clearly pregnant. But most sickening were the dead ponies and still moving feral ghouls strung up as wall decorations, like some morbid trophies.

Molo got close to me and whispered. "Alright, just let me do the talking, and I'll see if we can get any extra info we need. And don't be a hero here, ever. See shit go down, it's none of your business. "

I nodded and followed her to the bar. I looked back to see Cauterize getting stopped by several stallions, they all had a smile on their faces. I wasn't surprised, but I was a bit worried that ponies recognizing him might be a bad thing. Strangely they didn't look like raiders, actually one of them had a jacket that made him look a bit like Pa if he was closer to my age, which was a bit concerning.

Taking a seat next to Molo at the bar, the bartender was another Smile, this time a clearly dyed pink stallion. He vigorously shook a drink up, and artfully poured a pony their drink before turning to us. "Hay shitfaces, you want to get messed up, fucked up, or have a dance with Lathe?"

That last one caught me off guard, and without thinking, I said, "were not here to off ourselves, or fuck any of you."

The Smile… smiled. "Then getting messed up it is."

We were quickly served some questionable looking drinks, of which Molo and I both sipped together. And we then spat it out.

"Fucking gut rot this is?" Molo said, laughing a little.

"What's in this?" I asked, having tasted something chemical like.

Molo then took a swig, managing to keep it down. "I say… it's got… I have no clue! Spark battery waste maybe."

"Close, it's cruel tea, with lunashine, that's what you're tasting." The Smile bartender informed us. "We managed to snag a fuck ton of the cruel joke flowers from a dumbass slaver before the cock sucking NCR burned all the crops. Those new assholes don't enjoy a good joke when they see it."

Molo's face slowly turned to confusion… "Wait, are you talking about that farm filled with Killing Joke vines?"

The Smile laughed. "Cruel Joke, not killing joke. The plant doesn't kill you like its big bro, just makes you suffer in hilariously cruel ways… then you kill yourself to make it stop. Turns out that the flowers make a rather nice chem, of which we gladly share for all!"

I decided to not ask further about this plant, and thankfully, neither did Molo. Who changed the subject.

"Nice, I've got to have more later. But I got to ask, who the fuck is running this shit show, heard it was that Onyx bitch?" Molo so gracefully asked.

The bartender rolled his eyes. "Ya, it's the no fun bitch, Onyx Heart. She's held up in the estate house, the place with the walls around it. We wanted the big building, but nooo, it's not for parties. Noo, come back and we will set you on fire. Noo, if you toss shit over the wall one more time, you will be fed to the dogs, alive."

"That's a fucking bummer." Molo said to the barkeep, tipping her glass at him. "Then how did such a spoilsport get the Smiles to come along and play… nice?"

The Smiles, smile, twitched a little. "You're asking a lot of questions."

Molo then pulled out her four bottles of ghoul bile wine, "well I'm just being neighborly. And it pays to know who not to fuck with."

Looking at the bottle, the smile uncorked it and sniffed it. He quickly closed it as he cringed. "The fuck is this?"

"Kiss Kiss booze." Molo ansewred, then added, "With some magic mushrooms brewed in."

The bartender sighed. "What a waste of good mushrooms. Kiss Kiss has thee worst fucking downer I have ever had, and that was after keeping myself from puking it up."

"Oh ya, and the high is barely worth it. Probably why the mushrooms were added in." Molo stated.

With a shrug, the Smiles bartender opened the bottle again and then took a swig. "Oh ya, I think I can feel it."

Now Molo leaned in closer to the bartender. "So, what can you tell me about what's going on around here?"

"Right, right, cunt." He said dismissively before continuing. "Well we, the 42 Smiles, were told there would be a big bash, and we couldn't resist. Take back Fillydelphia, be one of the big dogs again. That kind of shit. But the fuckers in charge only wants to give the good shit to the best among us. Armor and guns. Rumors say you also get all the good booze you can drink and all the whores you can fuck. So lots of us fuckers been trying to get Onyx'es attention, wanting to be the next group picked. I mean who wouldn't want the best shit to hang over theirs assholes."

Again that confirms our assumption. Onyx is filtering out the raiders to get soldiers.

"And what shit are these fuckers doing to get the bitch's attention?" Molo asked.

The Smiles raider laughed. "Oh that's the fun part. We got ourselves an arena, over at the schoolhouse. They stocked a whole bunch of nasties to fight, and it's good entertainment too. Though that's if you're lucky, the bitch barely shows up lately. Better to get the boss's attention with our own fun, a fun place we set up, if you're interested I can set ya up too."

Molo scratched her chin. "That might be in-"

"Fuck that!" I interrupted. "He's talking about some messed up arena. Ain't no way were getting kill so you can get off."

The raider snored a laugh. "This one seems to know some shit."

"One of the guards had a fat mouth." I replied.

Molo chuckled as she jabbed my shoulder. "And a fat other thing" then turned her attention back to the Smile and asked. "Anything else, interesting?"

"One thing actually, since ya two seem to know about our games." The bartender said, the smile fading a bit. "The fucker Spine Braker has been a real dick lately, calming the winners as his prize. Make a public show of it too. Oh you get in good with the boss, that's for sure, but the cost is a literal pain in the ass, like with spikes. Not the worst shit, if your into it, and so long as you don't make yourself interesting, then it will be quick."

"Noted" I said through my mask.

Almost on cue, Cauterize came trotting over, with Low in toe. "Hay, I hear there's a killer fight starting at some arena. Fire geckos, fucking fire geckos!"

Molo pushed herself out of her stool, and waved at the Bartender. "Fire geckos sounds real fun, so we got to split. But please make sure to share those booze around. One can't just have fun alone."

As I got up and trotted to leave, I then felt a slap on my rear, followed by several raiders laughing. I reared back to buck the fucker, but was stopped by Molo. She wrapped her hooves around me and blew them a kiss. "She's all mine colts, and if you try that again. You will learn what it feels to be a burnt brahmin stake."

I was then pushed out, Molo looking annoyed.

"Please don't try that again!" Molo hissed at me once we were outside.

"And what, let them touch me?" I hissed back.

She rolled her eyes. "Them, as in more than one. If you want to take part in a public gang bang, fine by me. But do that after were done here."

I quickly calmed down. "Right… sorry. I guess a fight is what they wanted.

"Maybe. It's raiders after all. They might have hoped that you liked your ass slapped." She guessed.

I then bumped her with my flank. "Well most of the time I was the one doing the slapping. Now let's catch up to the others."

We had to hop over a chemmed out raider as we made our way to the school house.

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Armed with only a spear, the raider charged the beast for one last strike. A gout of fire roared out of the fire geckos mouth, only missing the raider by hair's breadth. Actually a few of his hairs had actually caught on fire. But with a well-timed roll, and spear thrust, the raider trusted his blade into the gecko chest.

The crowd cheered as the large gecko hunched over, fire dripping from its mouth. Still burning, the raider then gave out a victorious roar.

The fight did prove interesting, as it was my first time seeing a geko spit fire. Both Molo and Cauterize seemed dejected that the raider won, clearly liking the fire breathing lizard.

"Damn, and I had a name for him and everything." Cauterize huffed. "Maybe they got a gecko baby I can take. Better yet, two."

"I'm not sure they would make good pets." Low suggested.

Cauterize grinned, "but that would be badass."

"Agreed!" Molo said, before changing the subject. "So, have you learned anything?"

"A little." Cauterize answered. "Ran into a crew I've ran with before. Good ponies, for bandits I mean. Surprised they were even here, with their thing for family and rules and such. They're actually planning on leaving tonight, got bad feelings about this operation and plan to just move out west. Told them it's a smart move, and gave them a bottle of that shit, for them to give to a pony they hate here. Don't worry they ain't rats. Radscorpion more like it."

"And that's all?" I asked.

Cauterize shook his head. "They did tell me one thing. You see, those Smelters you saw standing guard, they ain't true stock. Been keeping my head low for nothing."

"True stock, what's that?" I had to ask.

Molo answered, "he means that they are not originally from the Smelter clan. Older raider groups like to form tribes or clans. More or less the same thing. And they develop a whole thing about breeding, and strong bloodlines."

An unamused huff came from Low. "Sounds like the Enclave."

"And slaver families," Molo added.

Cauterize then spoke up to continue what he had learned. "Well this stock comes straight from a place known as the Breaking Grounds. And from what little they could get out of the fake Smelters, it's where all the good guns and armor go. You know that crate of Redeye rifles we delivered, it actually not staying here, but being sent to the Breaking Grounds. As for the ponies, it's where the place get its name, as it breaks a pony down and remakes them from the ground up."

"I also learned something interesting, and a bit concerning." Low said, bringing attention to himself. "That priest was well set on converting me to his cult. Spoke of a wonderful sounding place called New Unity. Well wonderful to him, it sounded dirty and boring to me. I mean, that robe is so last century."

"Low, keep on track." I told my friend.

"Right, about New Unity." Low continued. "It's where they're going to spread their cult from, church and all. The worshipers there do hard labor in the form of mining, of what I don't know, but he said that their community is steadily growing, though it didn't sound like it was by the worshipers choice. And here's the kicker, all ponies there must worship this Goddess several times a day, or face punishment."

"It all fits together." I said with a nod. "The Breaking Grounds sounds like Grinders domain, and New Unity is likely Angles domain. We will definitely need to take them down and stop whatever they are doing there. Meaning any information on where these places are is key."

"Well ahead of you there, Lottery." Molo said sternly. "Likely any info we need is at the estate house, with Onyx. We can rush in before the ghouls attack, take em for everything they got before they know what's happening."

"Sounds solid to me. But who's doing what, when and how." Cauterize asked.

"I might have an idea." I said, getting their full attention. "Well if we need to get into the estate, then It has to be Low. They already think you're a slaver, so let's roll with it. I've already volunteered to lead the ghouls here, and I'm less likely to attract attention when slipping out. But we also need to make sure the ghouls do maximum damage, meaning that somepony needs to sabotage anything the raiders could use to stop the ghouls."

Both Molo and Cauterize looked at each other, then turned to me with a cruel smile.

"Alright, then once things start, we meet up with Low at the estate." I said, finalizing the plan. "Now when to start this?"

"I suggest going out with those bandit friends of mine." Cauterize told me.

"Are they safe?" I asked.

He laughed. "I wouldn't sleep with both eyes closed around them, but you should be fine. Their leader is a right bitch, but she has her standards. It's why I don't call em raiders, because they ain't raiders. But this would mean we will have to wait till it's dark."

"Fair enough. Meaning we got a few hours before I go out. What should we do until then?" I asked.

Cauterize was the first to speak. "I should talk with my friends, and let them know about you. Maybe look around for weak spots to brake."

"Same here." Molo said, "I'm sure I can sew some discord between the raiders here before nightfall."

A yawn and a stretch came from Low. "I don't know about you all, but finding a bed at that estate sounds like a good idea."

"Then I'll look around a bit and meet you all back here. I want to check out this market, see if the info the guard gave me about the slave was right." I told them.

As we all left the arena, Molo stayed next to me. "Before you go, Lottery. Please just keep your head down."

I smiled back at her. "I know and I will."

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I was quite surprised to see that the market as an actual market, though one run by slaves. Fortunately the actual raider presence was rather low, and the ones on guard seemed rather aloof.

Unfortunately it looked like they only had junk, chems and pipe guns to sell here. There were a few interesting things on display, but a thousand cap toy rocket was more than just too expensive. And a collection of skulls was morbidly fascinating, but I'd never buy it..

To my horror, there was in a corner of the market a sex slave brothle. It had several ponies chained up and on display. It was, of course, where most of the raiders were. The sound of muffled fake moaning came from inside, which caused me to turn away.

If I could, I would kill all the raiders right here and right now.

Studding the area, I took a mental note on where the slave pens were, and fortunately there weren't that many. So it might be possible to save them all when once the chaos starts. If were fast enough.

I then came up to the chem merchant! A rather unkempt looking mare who looked like she used the chems herself. "Got anything for healing?" I asked her

She nodded, and pulled out several pouches. "We still have some healing powder."

I picked one up and examined it. "Is this any good?

Again she nodded. "It will stop bleeding and disinfect any wound. But unlike healing potion, I won't stop scars from forming, and it is slow to close said wounds."

It wasn't a healing potion, but it should do in a pinch. "Alright, I'll take three."

Exchanging caps for the healing powder, I then let the poor mare be.

"THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!" A rather large raider yelled as he kicked over a filly slave. They were at a cooking stall, serving some kind of soup. "YOU SPAT IN IT, DIDN'T YOU, YOU LITTLE CUNT!"

I watched as the raider kicked the poor filly hard enough to send her sliding across the floor. I turned away as she wailed in pain.

The raider laughed as he trotted over to the filly. "What you crying about, we gave you this cushy job making us this slop. And this is how you repay us. Ya ungrateful brat."

The large raider moved towards the filly, smiling with yellow jagged teeth showing. "Maybe I should drag ya to the brothel and make ya do a real job for me."

Just as he got close to strike the filly again, a slave mare jumped in between them and took the hit.

The raider snarled. "Yo again, thought ya learned your lesson when the boss made a show of ya. But clearly that wasn't enough."

The mare stood up, but sa8d nothing, just glared at the raider. She was strangely familiar, covered in scars, some being tally marks on her flank, and a naturally beautiful reddish brown curly mane… I then realized that it was the mare the Brain Nails had over a month ago.

She was then hit by the raider, nocking her down and cutting her cheek. "Maybe I should make an example of you again." The raider said as he forced her up by her collar, practically choking her.

I looked around, hoping that somepony would at least do something. The slaves were looking away, the guarded didn't care, and the few other raiders looked amused. It was the nature of this place, this horrible place. At least I was going to destroy it, but until then, I needed to keep my head down like Molo said. I can't save them if I get myself killed or worse.

"Now spread those legs ya cunt!" The large raider demanded as he shoved her head down and got ready to mount her.

A heavy piece of junk then slammed into the raider, knocking him over. The marketplace had become silent as all eyes now drifted to me. I had bucked the junk at him, and now I dashed into a charge.

"WHO FUCKING DARES!" The raider yelled as he got up, blood dripping from his head.

"I FUCKING DO!" I yelled back as I tackled the raider, knocking him back to the ground.

The market then erupted into cheers and jeers, as raiders quickly started making bets.

Kicking at me before I could stomp him, the raider quickly recovered, getting up to fight. He clearly had me on size and likely strength with it, but I had an equalizer. The raider charged at me, but I quickly pulled out and opened my bear trap and rigged it just as he slammed into me.

It hurt as I flew back, but from the sound the fucking raider made, he regretted his attack greatly. Getting up and wiping some blood from my nose, I saw that the trap was firmly attached to his upper leg. With how his leg bent slightly and likely broke something. Not wasting the opportunity I again charged, but this time to perform a buck. The raider was in no condition to get out of the way as he struggled to even stand up. So as my back hooves contacted his already damaged leg, I heard a snap and a guttural howl of pain.

Looking down at the now bleeding raider, his leg was now bent completely backwards with bone exposed. "YA BITCH, I'LL GET YA FOR THIS!" He screamed at me

"And I'll break your other legs." I told him.

A frying pan then hit my head, knocking me to the ground. Stepping in between us was the most cut up unicorn I had ever seen, she was holding both the pan and a massive butcher knife, and had a sack with goggles on her head. "Oy, you the dicks messing with my slave. I atta take a leg and throw it in the sue. Which will piss off a lot of ya on the account of you all being too squeamish for some fair good eats. Oh going after little fillies and colts is fine, but you all get squeamish when I give a fair solution to our food problems."

The likely cannibalistic raider then pointed her butcher's knife at one of the raider guards. "Oy ya, go drag this sad fuck away, or were having Murder Baller in our soup tonight."

Both a Smelter guard and another raider quickly rushed in and grabbed the now terrified looking large raider, leaving a blood trail behind him.

The butcher's knife then pointed at me. "Ay cunt, if ya keen at scaring away my customers, I'd aut to cut ya up too, ya understand ya?"

Getting up I nodded and said. "Clear."

"Good." The frightening mare said then looked at the filly. "Ya get back to work, and if any fuckhead interrupts ya." The mare dropped a more normal sized clever. "Add their legs to the pot."

I trotted to the slave mare and offered my hoof, but she just got up herself, not even looking at me. "I don't know your game, but if your going to fuck me, then just get it over already. Otherwise I got work to get back to." She trotted off, picking up a broom along the way, only for another raider to trot over and lead her to the brothel.

There was no saving her, not here, not now. I likely already did too much as it was. So I quietly slinked off into the crowd, trying to not draw any more attention to myself.

"Oy, Chopper, what's the fuck on the menu, got a friend who could use some grub." The voice of Bandsaw caused me to freeze in place.

My blood then ran cold as Short Fuse then spoke up. "We an't fucking friends you peg legged whore!"

I slowly turned to see the two raider bosses trot over to the cannibal mare, who's name appears to be Chopper. Band Saw was sporting some quality looking armor, painted in a mess of colors. Branding on the other hoof looked the same as before.

Trotting off to the side, I decided to spy on them, and hope to get some info.

"Mostly radroaches and tatos. Dropped some chems in to give it a kick." Chopper informed the raider bosses.

"Classic, just like moms would make." Bandsaw said with mild glee.

Short Fuse was less impressive. "Sounds horrendous. And wasn't your mother a cannibal whore as well."

Bandsaw chuckled "Only during lean years. I try to avoid Pony meat, it tends to be quite stringy and bland. Though when the Baelfire Fiends took me in, I was sure they suck some into our food whenever a sister went missing."

"Disgusting." Short Fuse said before trotting over to some tables. "Just give me whatever you haven't drooled in. I can't believe Onyx has me doing paperwork like a damn slave."

Joining her, Bandsaw leaned back, placing her peg leg onto the table. "Well that's your fault for fucking up and loosing your hostage. And by a Shatter Hoof no less."

Branding then slumped. "I hate her so much. That bitch will burn when I get my hooves on her."

A high pitch laugh caught both mares off guard when the most pink mare popped up out of nowhere. "Oh why so glum chum. Chimmy chummy chum chum. It's not like Molotov killed your brother." The pink mare then smiled wide. "Oh wait, she fucked him, didn't she. And before you got a chance too, poor Short Fuse, got your brother stolen by Fillydelphia prize whore before you could get him to fuck you. All that planning with killing his mare and colt to get him to crawl to you went to waste. Last I heard, Cauterize is now all lovey dovely with the Scorn Hearts twins."

Short Fuse tried to attack the pink mare with a hoof strike, but she was too fast. "One day you will get what you deserve, a right painful death, screaming in agony!"

"Naw, that doesn't sound so fun, not at all." She said as booped Short Fuse on the nose, then bounced out of her reach. "But if you ever want to try me and my Smiles, we're always up for a fun, fun FUN time."

Bandsaw laughed through her teeth. "They do know how to get the best chems."

"And the best ponies to have them with." Pink Haze said as she slowly turned to me. Two madness filled emerald eyes locked onto me, a wide yellow smiley on her face. Now that she was still, I could see that Pink Haze had two scars, each starting from the edge of her lips and going up to her ears. "And I know just the pony to join the fun, even if we must carve that smile on her face."

I knew it was time to go, and scampered away. Not caring that I didn't learn anything. It was better than getting caught.

Leaving the market, I quickly put distance between me and Pink Haze. Only stopping when I heard several ponies cheering. I was in some back alley where several raiders were betting caps on a game of craps. The sound of dice clattering on the ground.

Among the raiders were several younger ponies, some barely out of foal hood. It was disturbing to see them with cutie-marks depicting violence and chems, which told me they were born into this life. One had a cutie-mark of a heart with a needle in it, and another had one of a skull cracked by an axe.

Laying off to the side was another raider with an actual needle still in his leg.

I shook my head and passed the pony, and when one snarled at me, I tossed a few caps at his face. That calmed him down right fast.

As I got to the end of the alley, a pony stepped in my way. He was a large stallion, larger than the one I knocked around. "Oh where are you going, after putting on a show like that in the market?"

I got ready for a fight, but froze when two more large raiders appeared behind the first. Turning to charge off the other direction, it too was blocked by large raiders.

Then I finally noticed that they all had similar armor and the same colors, along with a symbol painted on their armor. A skull inside a spiked helmet.

"Is this scrawny pony the one who took out one of our boys?" A stallion with an all too deep voice spoke, and from behind the first raider stepped out a mountain of a pony. He was in battle-wore armor and a spiked helmet I recognized. It was the totem of the Murder Ballers, the raiders Molo said were verry organized and extremally dangerous, and from what the guard told me, connected with the Baelfire Fiends.

The first raider pointed at me. "Ya, that bitch tore off his leg, and needs to be taught a lesson. I say we take turns if she's got a pretty face."

The mountain big raider back hoofed the first, destroying the wall the asshole raider was knocked into. Then he looked down at me with just his eye. "I am Spine Braker, captain of the Murder Ballers. You have issued my team a challenge, and no challenge goes unanswered. Come with us, or I will break your spine right here."

I was surrounded and clearly outgunned. With their muscles I probably would still be outgunned even if I had the multi baelfire egg launcher. So I just nodded, and hoped getting out of this would be easy, or at least alive.

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