She sidled across the open yard in a smooth, flowing pace, setting each hoof down lightly yet quickly. Her talent actually had little to do with her special trick, but they complimented each other nicely. The illusion she used almost habitually was a unique spell she had developed, superior to a standard invisibility spell in that rather than physically altering the world to hide herself, she merely made the minds of those who witnessed her glaze over, as if she were out of focus, to such an extent that she may as well not exist. Even those like her friends back in the factory who were well aware of it could not observe her directly. Of course, even that weakness could be overcome, but Softhooves disliked using the full power of the spell. She would not wish that sort of invasion on any decent pony.
Softhooves stepped through the threshold of the guard house, instinctively registering the type, quality, and condition of the wooden floor.
Pine. Mediocre. Poorly maintained. The craftsponies likely didn’t need anyone to watch over them, so the building has decayed. Step carefully.
Wait. Fourth plank, spot to the right of the chair. Nice and easy, step on over. Four ponies, no armor. One asleep, two dicing. Hah, looks like they’re playing ‘Princesses’ Fortune’. Bright would laugh at that. Or turn melancholy again. One drinking. Cheap wine, bottle half empty. Surprised these religious types aren’t opposed to that. Please the masses, cupcakes and parties, that old saw. Easy. Light telekinetic field on the dirks, unsheathe them gently. Mold a bit of the illusion around them. The gamblers first.
The two blacked steel blades, hidden under the same spell, slid with sudden jerks into the heads of the two most alert ponies, piercing through their lower jaws, tongues, the roofs of their mouths, and finally into their brains. Two abrupt movements and two corpses toppled from the soft pads they lay on. Softhooves wrapped the bodies in telekinetic fields, lowering them gently to the ground, even as she yanked both blades from them, sending them darting across the room to take the drunken guard through the eyes. He slid sideways, falling onto the sleeping pony. A drop of blood ran down the length of one of the dirks, moved onto one of the crossbars of the guard, and dripped into the ear of the sleeper. The stallion had not truly woken when the blow fell, his eyes beginning to open as the small dagger buried itself to the hilt in his throat. As he gasped silently, drowning in his own blood, he could almost see a faint apparition: a light grey unicorn filly with a darker grey mane, staring back at him with pity in her eyes as she telekinetically wiped her blades clean on the vest of his sergeant.
Softhooves sighed gently, in an almost musical tone which carried deep hints of regret.
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