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« on: February 15, 2012, 08:40:43 pm »
Otik and her squad of marksponies come galloping down the stairwell. Otik pauses long enough to take in the situation.
"Clop, Falcata's down! Kib, Olon, cover her! Everypony else, on tha' beast!"
The ponies of the skyguard surge forward, leaving Otik and her two wingponies standing over their falled comrade. She reaches down, feeling for a pulse. She finds it: weak, and rapidly fading, but there.
"C'mon hun, hold on just a few moments longer..."
A few moments come and pass, as the marksponies pepper the great antelope fiend with fire. Bolt after razor-tipped bolt finds purchase in its feathered hide, but the beast did not slow. The assault of the skyguard, however, cannot endure.
"Quiver's empty, ma'am!"
"Out o' bolts, I'm moving in!"
One by one, the pegasi sound off as their ammunition is expended.
'So it's t'be th' close-in fight...'
They close, swinging at the creature with their heavy crossbows. Their blows d little against its tough hide. A blast of noxious vapor from its mouth sends a knot of ponies reeling in pain, making them easy prey.
Their screams of her comrades-in-arms reach Otik's ears.
"No..."
She takes wing, leaving the pair guarding Falcata and swooping down on the beast, emptying the last of her bolts into its thick hide. the sight of three marksponies lying dead, their skulls caved in, fuels her rage. She dives at the beast, smashing her masterfully crafted weapon into its side. A blast of excruciating fumes knockes her from the sky, sending her weapon from her grasp. Otik Ploughs face-first into the cavern floor, skidding to a stop at the creature's feet. As her vision returns, a glint of adamantine catches her eye. She reaches for her fallen weapon.
She does not reach it. The world goes black...
