Of Demonic Firepower

Dante sighed. These demons really don't know how to put on a good show, he thought, and began to shake his head and laugh. Then, with a swift kick from behind, Dante was able to launch the party pooper into the air. However, the demon never let go of his weapon, so everybody that still held on to Dante went up with him.

He landed on his back, breaking the handle of the scythe and forcing the rest of the blade clean through him. Bouncing up, Dante kicked the blade into the foreskull of a fortunate soul, strewing demon blood in the faces of his comrades. During those two seconds, Dante refocused down the blade of Rebellion once more; only this time with a whole bunch of swords and scythes sticking in him.

The devil hunter grunted. "Man, all these hilts keep getting in my face!!"

For some reason, the demons left him alone as Dante broke off handle after handle of the weapons, however leaving the blades trapped within his body. Once he could see clearly, he scratched his hair and laughed.

"Okay, guys. Round two."

The newly awakened ponies had their vision fixed on one another, as if they were stuck in that position. Neither one of them moved a muscle. In her curiousity, Twilight checked their chests once more to see whether their hearts had begun to properly pump life into them.

Disappointed, Twilight was on the verge of tears. "They still aren't beating..."

Zecora's jaw dropped to the floor. It took her a moment before she could gather it and say, "What caused that ailment, I do not know. The situation only confuses me so."

"I-I just don't get it... It's not ponyly possible..."

Twilight shook her head multiple times, delving deeper into a state of confusion herself. Then, shutting her eyelids tight, she turned and shot her vision toward the black and silver ponies once again, "Say something! Anything! Just, please...!"

At this, Ebony turned his head toward the lavender pony, just as a drop of salt water trickled down her cheek. Twilight gave a small smile in hope, but his blank expression didn't change.

He began to turn his head back toward Ivory when Twilight erupted, "Ebony, SAY SOMETHING!!"

The black pony gasped. Ivory also flinched from the sudden volume. Twilight now had the attention of the demon souls. However, no language was ever formed from either of their mouths.

The black pony looked back at Ivory for just a moment, before he coughed up more blood. This time, poor Twilight was in the line of fire; not directly, but it did splatter off the ground and streak her midnight blue mane and face.

"Eww! It's all chunky!" Twilight must've bounced back a hundred feet.

Ebony cleared his throat. A few seconds passed as his silver eyes were now fixed on the demon blood on the floor. Then, he placed his forehoof in it, effectively cleaning every bit of the dark red substance. He then chuckled and said, "That's better."

Both Twilight Sparkle and Zecora gasped in unison. Ebony spoke! They weren't mutes after all! Twilight quickly decided she should start a conversation, the right way. "Are you okay?"

The black pony looked up. "What do you mean 'am I okay?' I'm surrounded by... By... ... Uhh, something... and Ivory! And me!! What happened to us!?"

Twilight made a face that suggested she didn't make out a single word he said. "Umm, I don't think I understand.... Did you say you don't know what we are?"

"Yes. I've never seen anything like this -- Well, actually, I've never seen anything, ever."

Twilight raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Wait, you're blind!?"

Ebony sighed. "No, that's not quite what I meant... I was trying to say I -- Well, I've never really... ... ... 'lived.' Ever. And neither did Ivory here..."

"How do you 'not live?'"

Ebony thought hard about this question. It was hard to put in words how to describe his 'life' to somepony who's got no idea what he was talking about. Eventually, he said, "Well, I couldn't see or hear anything... Before now, anyway... The only things I really remember are that we had a master. His name was, umm... ... It was... ... ..."

Ivory looked at Ebony with her black eyes and smiled very vaguely. "Ebony?"

The black pony whirled around. "Yes, Dante!"

He froze. To the best of his knowledge, Dante was not in the room. Ivory just wanted to get his attention, it seemed. Confused, Twilight asked, "What did you say?"

His jaw ajar in disbelief, Ebony turned back to Twilight. "That's what Dante called me! Ebony! Ebony and Ivory!!" He smiled and looked back at his silver partner, then back to Twilight. "Do you know where he is!?"

Twilight withdrew her head a bit. "Whoa... What was his name? 'Dante?' "

"Yes, we belong to him; Ivory and I."

Ivory had her colorless, black eyes fixed on Ebony, and her jaw was partially open. When Ebony turned to notice, he smiled and tapped her forehoof with his own. "We..."

Ivory cut him off. "Weapons."

"Yes. We were... 'weapons.' I remember now. Yes, we were... "

"Guns."

Twilight and Zecora again gasped in sync at the word. After a moment of silence, the zebra finally spoke, "Let me get this straight, black and silver one; you're saying you two both used to be guns?"

Ebony made eye contact with Zecora. "Yes. We were guns. Handguns. And Dante did something to make us... shoot metal."

Trying to remember the sensation of pulling the trigger, Ebony closed his eyes and attempted to picture what Dante did in order to make them fire. During his thought, his horn began to glow a very pale shade of yellow. The aura got brighter and brighter until eventually, some kind of explosion was heard below Ebony's hooves.

Ebony raised his hoof and obvserved it. He was wearing light-brown boots, but there was a hole on the bottom of the hoofwear. So, he took it off, figuring there was no point in wearing a shoe with a hole in it.

But upon closer observation, there was also a hole in his hoof.