"Rainbow."

"...yes?"

"Not that I want to rush you; we have all the time in the world, but, you can stop kicking that raider whenever."

"....and why would I do that?"

Looking down at the dead body with his hands by his sides, Carter answered, "There's a bullet in his brain, seven stab wounds on his body, a railway spike in his throat, a pair of scissors in his leg, and a pool cue embedded inside his pants. I think he was dead awhile ago when you stuffed that 8 ball down his throat. Don't you think you're enjoying this a little too much-"

The mare looked up from her activity, giving a final kick to the raider's corpse before she said, "Hey, that 8 ball was dirty anyways. Remember where we found it."

"I do remember; honestly, I've never known a pool ball could fit in one, but now that I know, I'd like you to stop so we can continue on with this."

The mare ignored this, instead turning her head back to the raider on the ground, "So, we gonna hang him up from the ceiling by his thumbs now?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, grab a few nails lyin' around, drag his body to a winch, and nail him to the ceiling, to show his friends what we're capable of."

Carter stood like a statue, his hand reaching for a dirtied orange bottle by his hip. He brought it up to his eyes, and with a tone of wonderment, said, "I didn't actually think these would get to you this much..."

Suddenly appearing from above his shoulder, Rainbow stared wide-eyed at the bottle, asking, "Whoooooa, what's that?" her eyes narrowed, attempting to read the green lettering on the bottle, "Buffout? What's that-"

"Rainbow," Carter began, quickly placing the bottle back to his side, "go check his pockets at least."

Giving a crisp salute, the mare replied, "Sir yes sir!" and swiftly flew toward the raider on the ground, searching his person for any valuable items. Carter watched her, taking note on her somewhat-lacking inventory check. The mare came back with a handful of .32 rounds, a can, and a combat knife.

She looked up at the man like an obedient dog would, her collection of loot placed over outstretched wings and an admittedly adorable smile on her face. As she placed her items on the floor beside her, her companion reached a hand out, only to be lightly swatted away as she looked down at the loot still on the floor.

"Dashie."

"What?"

"...did you check his pockets, or did you just grab the stuff around him?"

Looking back at the corpse, she replied, "A...little bit of both?" and shrugged.

"Emphasis on the little."

"Why's that?"

"I still see an intact railway spike in his neck. There's also a pool cue currently stuffed within his dick."

Eyes looking around her surroundings, Rainbow asked, "....and that's bad because...?"

Carter gave an over-exaggerated sigh, walking over to the raider on the ground. Turning him over with a hand, he found a few dozen rounds of ammunition stuck into his back. With a raised brow, the Wanderer began to pick out the bullets from the body, placing them inside a pouch strapped to his hip. As he nearly finished, his companion decided it was a good idea to check the two other dead raiders' bodies as well, bending over to carefully assess the pockets of her now fallen foes.

The Wanderer got up, now finished with his thorough search. He looked over his shoulder with a raised brow, and what he found was his companion, a large, ear-to-ear grin on her face, an object in her hand. It was shaped like a symmetrical cone, with two dull tips at either end, a cylindrical body in the middle held by a light blue hoof in the air. It was an army green, with a yellow stripe running around its top, and as the mare held it, Carter knew exactly what it was, and suddenly asked, "Rainbow, is there a type of metal on the side of it that's attached on the top?"

The mare brought her arm down, one eye closing and the other narrowed, "Uh, is it shaped like a bent L?"

"Yes."

"Oh! Then it's on the floor."

Rainbow suddenly lost her grip on the grenade as the Wanderer grabbed it from her hoof. Quickly looking to his bottom left, he found that there was a red blip coming from around the corner to his left. Soon, two other blips joined it, and then after, four others showed up as well, all converging on his and his companion's position. Looking back at her, she looked back at him with her revolver in her right hoof, giving Carter a nod before he turned back around, only to be met with the butt of a hunting rifle.

His instincts kicked in, and as he shoved the rifle to his left and into a wall, the raider collapsed to the wanderer's right, a bullet in his brain. Lightly throwing the grenade into the air twice, he tackled the next raider into his comrades, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him to the ground. The raider withdrew a knife from the side of his boot, and slashed at the man who held a still ticking grenade in his hand.

The knife soon was turned back toward its owner, and as the raider lay there, a jagged combat knife embedded within his chest, he heard something clink next to him. As he slowly turned his head, he was greeted to a frag grenade by his head. As he opened his mouth to scream, his eyes were filled with red and orange, and his life immediately ceased to exist, his five other group members greeted to the same routine.

Popping his neck with a grunt, Carter found a still red blip on his HUD, and as he walked over to it, he suddenly tipped over to his right, disturbed by a fast object flying past him. Eyes narrowing, the man walked past the burnt bodies of the raiders, only to find a survivor, stomach against the floor, his hands weakly reaching out to crawl across the floor. About two feet away from him, a .32 pistol lay, burn marks and ash covering its now darkened exterior.

A light blue Pegasus emerged from Carter's left, trotting over to the downed raider with her knife grasped firmly within her right hoof. She mounted the raider quickly, and raised both her forelegs, knife point ready to stab into the injured raider as she gritted her teeth and growled in bloodlust. Just as she began to bring the jagged edge down, she felt a sharp pain hit her entire right hoof, her knife flying out of her grasp and clattering against the wall to her left. Reeling in pain, she examined her injury and found a large red blister the size of an orange running vertically down the inside of her hoof. Her vision reddening in rage, she turned to her right quickly and found a single raider pointing an accusing hunting rifle in her direction.

Turning back to her victim, still lying on the ground, she delivered a heavy blow to the back of his skull, thus making him unavailable to help his comrade in the next couple of seconds. She stole a stealthy glance behind her, and found her companion crouched behind the corner, observing her procedure with a watchful eye. The mare listened intently for her enemy's approaching footsteps, which sounded closer and closer the more she waited for her chance.

She closed her eyes, just for a brief moment, in order to prepare herself for her first hoof-to-hoof confrontation. As her stomach slowly rose and fell with each careful breath she took, magenta irises scoured the floor in front of her, finally resting on a discarded, blackened object, the swing action revealing the single bullet lying within.

The mare's eyes lazily opened, cautiously at first until they were fully revealed. What met her was the intersection of a fully loaded bandolier and a trio of leather pouches. Underneath was a plate of dark olive green, various scratch, blast, and bullet marks marring the otherwise impressive surface. The mare suddenly gained notice of her being held up by a pair of dirt-covered gloved hands. Looking up, she found an old man, long hair swept back with a large beard to match, both colored a dark brown but grayed with age. Numerous scars were featured along his mud stained face, the most noticeable one being a jagged, canyon-like cut down from the top left of the bridge of his nose to the opposite, down to his right cheek.

As she stared at the Lone Wanderer, dark green irises suddenly glanced back down at her as swiftly as a hawk. The mare gave a solemn smile, slightly nodding her head as she looked back to their previous refuge. The large plumes of red and orange that met her gaze barely disturbed her in the slightest, and with a sudden ache coursing through her head, she shut her eyes once more, back into the blackness of the dream world.

Author's Note

Here's a scale of Rainbow and Carter, since someone asked for one.

Also, I know, I know. "Deadly goes into hiatus and this is what he has to give me?" Sorry, I know you might've expected more, but I had some Writer's Block, so at least I got something out to you. Yet again are we met with our favorite mare blacking out during conflict. What could it mean? Keep on reading; I'm back bitches!