Mica led the six pony strike team of stormtroopers into the building where the Eversor had gotten loose. They were all in full plate
barding, and were the best of the best.
They slowly crept through the building, keeping up a full watch. All of a sudden, they could hear laughter. The strike team leader, Sergeant Kamenskoi, swore. Ever since the God-Princess, praised be Her name, had come back, they had been slowly but steadily retired. This was to be their last mission, and it was a crapshoot. A crazed killer was their target, and this laughing was just going to keep unsettling his team. He checked his legmounted crossbow one more time, and saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
"She's he-" was all he got out before the flying knife slammed into his eye with such force it sent him hurtling across the room and pinned him to the wall. He was dead long before he hit it and every bone in his body shattered. One last blessing of the God-Princess Celestia.
The other stormtroopers turned, but the Eversor was already among them. Compared to her, they seemed to be moving in slow motion. In several swift strikes, all but the Eversor and the Equisitor were dead. Mica raised her force sword and stayed facing the Eversor, who was holding a magic blade, one of the Eversor weapons. Mica, with the fury of a berserker, poured her power into her force sword, and using her telekinesis, prepared to take down this cursed traitor.
The Eversor charged like a madman. She tried to jump over and onto the Equisitor, but the Equisitor had already predicted and countered her move. Swords flashed like lightning, and it was over. Neither had been touched. The Eversor didn't even wait a second before moving back into attack, and the Equisitor was slowly but surely forced back to the entrance.
As the tide of battle carried them to the entrance of the darkened building, a single sound rose out of the din of battle: a high, reedy noise, the unmistakable cry of a foal. For just a heartbeat's time, the Equisitor's eyes broke away from her opponent, darting across the blackened building to find to source of the cry. There-a foal had been stuck to the wall with another knife, left to slowly bleed out. The foal's eyes, wide and bright with terror, met the Equisitor's in a silent plea for help. It was only a moment, a brief instant of pony contact in the midst of a duel to the death. But it was too long.
The Eversor's blade struck so swiftly it scarcely seemed to cross the intervening space. The Equisitor desperately brought her force sword up in a parry, but her focus had been shaken. Bereft of the strengthening power of the Equisitor's will, the force sword began to crack, jagged lines of light spider-webbing across its surface. Mica desperately poured her psychic power into the blade, but to no avail. The Eversor's eyes glowed with triumph as the force sword shattered into a dozen pieces, its pure, clear light winking out like a snuffed candle.
In the silence that followed, the foal wailed.
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