"Okay. You ready?", the commanding police officer asked us.

Spits rolled her eyes.

"Hey, macho man! This is my operation.", she snapped at him. "You guys follow me."

Spitfire walked up to Gilda's door, and knocked a few times.

"Gilda! Open up! It's Spitfire and the police! You've got no where to run!", she shouted.

The police began to encircle her house, and I clicked the safety on the gun.

"Last chance, Gilda! Come out now, or we come in!", Spits shouted again.

"Alright, she's not coming out.", the commander noted.

"Duly noted, commander!", Spitfire spat.

She took a few steps away from the door, and I went up next to her. Spitfire let out a vicious war cry, and kicked the door in.

"Wonderbolts' MPs!", Spitfire shouted as she entered the house. "Come out with your hands up!"

I levelled the pistol in front of me, and waited for the cops to file in after us.

"You know, in hindsight, we shouldda put on vests first.", I whispered to Spits.

She face-palmed, and shook her head.

"You won't need one if you don't get shot at! So stay low, and be smart!", she hissed.

"Gilda? Come out!". I shouted. "Or I swear to fucking Luna I will blow your head off!"

"Smooth rookie.", Spitfire commented.

"Is that a challenge?", a raspy voice called out.

I looked to the stairwell, and saw who I presumed to be Gilda. She was standing on the bottom stair, holding a shotgun over her shoulder. He hair was cut short, and her beak looked exceptionally sharp. She was in a grey wife-beater (how ironic), which had dried, red spots on its midsection. The dried blood on her gut highlighted her bust, which was exceptionally perky. Her skinny jeans were form fitting, and accented her narrow waist well.

Well.....I can see were Rainbow's coming from., I thought.

"Drop the gun, Gilda!", Spits shouted.

Gilda broke into a hysterical laughter.

"What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Puh-lease, we Griffons were born bullet-proof!", she said.

Gilda cast her gaze on me, and began to look me up and down. She was examining me, like a piece of meat.

"Tell you what, Shit-fire. You leave Tiny Tim here with me for some.......'fun', and I'll turn myself in later.", she joked.

I had no desire to find out her idea of fun.

"Try Tartarus no!", I shouted at her. "You hurt Rainbow, so now I'm mad!"

"Ooooh! Wow, aren't we brave!", she jested. "Yeah, so what? I hit that slut, but she deserved it! She wouldn't listen to me. I set her up with three of my guy-friends, and she acted like I was trying to kill her!"

I twitched a little at every word she spoke.

"How dare you", I muttered.

"Huh? Didn't catch that, meat!", she said.

"How. Dare. YOU! Rainbow is not some object! She's a living, breathing, beautiful mare! And to think that you treated such a nice mare like trash! You cannot comprehend the desire I have to kill you right now!", I shouted passionately.

"Awh! Have a wittle cwush now do we?", Gilda said.

"Oh that is fucking it!", I shouted.

I pulled the trigger on my gun three times, putting three holes in the wall behind GIlda. She looked at me intensely, and levelled her own gun.

"Bad move!"

She pulled the trigger, and me and Spits rolled to the side. The cops began to shoot at Gilda, but she didn't move. The bullets impacted her chest, but she barely flinched.

"Like I said! Bulletproof!", she shouted.

Gilda bolted off of the stairs.......and straight at me.

I only had enough time too look at the shotgun butt hitting me in the face. I reeled back at the blow, only for more of Gilda's punches to impact my ribs on four different occasions. I could hear the sounds of firearms being discharged, but Gilda didn't deviate from her onslaught.

"I'm gonna break you, meat!", she said as she backed off of me for a second.

She raised the shotgun for another blow, and began to bring it down.

Come on cuite mark! Don't skimp me now! Right before the butt impacted on my skull, I swung my arm into it, and sure enough, it went to the side. The sudden change in driection caused Gilda to loose her balance, and she fell into me.

I put one arm around her shoulders, and another on her arm. And true to my namesake, I swept one of her legs out from under her, and we fell to the ground. She was underneath me, and I took the same are I had grabbed, and pinned it to the ground. I released her shoulders, and pinned her other arm.

"Give up, and I won't break any bones!", I threatened.

"Heh, it's not my bones that will break.", she said.

Gilda head-butted me, and I lost my control over her. She used this opportunity, and rolled us over. Now Gilda had the control.

"Hahahaha! Now if only we were together!", she remarked, "Too bad!"

She raised one of her claws high, and brought it down. Hard. I felt her three identical talons enter my rib cage. I shouted in pain, and Gilda raised her arm again. My blood was dripping of the sickle-like talons of Gildan, and she only grinned at the life-giving fluid.

"Ah! Pony blood always smells good!", she said.

She brought her talons back to my lungs, but this time, she struck deeper. I felt every single talon in my chest, threatening to end my life.

"Get ready to die, meat!", she spat. I closed my eyes, preparing for the end.

Right before she jerked her hand, a swift boot to the face knocked her off of me. Because she flew off of me, her talons, instead of jerking up, jerked to the side. They drew three identical down the side of my body. It turned out that Spitfire hadn't completely abandon me, and kicked Gilda in the jaw. Gilda flew a few feet to her right, and hit a wall.

Spits walked over to her, and knelt in front of Gilda.

"Bullet-proof huh? Let's see how bullet proof your eye is.", she muttered.

Spits put the pistol to Gilda's right eye, and pulled the trigger twice. The two lead death-bringers flew through her eye, and ripped her brain apart.

Gilda went limp, and her head lolled forward.

"Nighty night, bitch!", Spitfire said, before she spit on Gilda's body.

I let my head hit the floor, and I put my hand to my ribs. My hand was soaked in warm blood, and breathing became harder and harder as time went on. Spits ran over to me, and fell to her knees.

"Hang on Legs! You're gonna be okay.", she said frantically.

"I.....I better be. I need to tell Rainbow that.......that....we killed the bitch.", I choked.

Spits only laughed, and she tried to put pressure on the wound.

"You know", Spits began. "Those vests might've helped a little."

I let out a pained laughter.

"You.....you dont....say.", I said.

Spitfire had tears in her eyes.

"Come on....'cap! Don't cry.", I said to her.

She wiped the tears away and looked at me.

"Crying, who me?", she said in false bravado.

"What...will Soarin' think?", I asked.

She blushed a little. "W-what about that half-wit ?", she said.

"Come on 'cap, I know there's something between you guys.", I said.

She rolled her eyes.

"Please, I wish. He dosen't have the gust to say anything.", she spat.

"Maybe....you should make the first move."

"You...you think so?"

"Yeah! You two would be....adorable."

I began to painfully cough, and Spits only looked more worried.

"MEDIC! Come the fuck on!", she shouted out the door.

My breathing only became more laboured, and my vision was blurring.

"Come on Legs! Stay with me!", Spitfire screamed.

"R....Rainbow.", I sputtered before everything went all black.

Author's Note

Sorry this was so short. This chapter was only to address the Gilda problem