Post by Al on Jul 6, 2015 6:38:26 GMT
10 had heard some tasty wastelanders and lurched forward on unsteady hooves toward the source of the noise. It was still hidden from view by the underbrush, but feral changed weren't exactly given to stealthy movements. As equally as their noise had drawn it in, so too would its noise likely capture their attention. Still, by that point it would already be scrambling forth like a batpony fleeing the sun with a loud throaty growl. Its soulless black eyes fixed upon the nearest of the two and it galloped - well, stumbled - toward him. Hissssss.
Copter spotted the incoming blank and let out a growl of his own, striding forward and drawing the blades from his boots to thrust them forward into the Changed's ugly face. Get the fuck away from his acquaintance, damnit.
10 ducked back for a moment with surprising speed, missing those nasty boots entirely. It then reared up to slam its front hooves down on the stupid armoured horse.
Rocky Spur had his mind focused elsewhere while they'd been walking, and just barely registered the sound of hissing. His mind was unconcerned, well, up until his masked friend suddenly rushed towards something. As he turned to look, his thoughts ground to a single Oh fuck before he rushed to help deal with the changed- well, that was to say, moved as fast as his leg would allow him. He flanked the changed, whirling himself around on his forehooves and made an attempt to buck the creature with both rear hooves. They were really his only weapon.
Copter noted the hefty strike with some awe. Remind him never to piss the metal-legged pony off, huh? He brought his own hooves up, knives bared, and made to strike at the accursed creature once more.
10 didn't seem to appreciate being kicked and stabbed, unsurprisingly, and yowled in a sudden fury. It lunged at the grey pony and made to set upon one of his non-metal limbs with teeth tearing and hooves flailing. Grrraaagh!
Rocky Spur yelped as he felt teeth suddenly dig into the rear leg that was still flesh. Yikes, that hurt! He tried to jerk away, at first, before balancing himself and attempting to buck the thing in the face with his metal leg. Get off!
Copter added to the effort of dislodging the blank by going to kick it in the face with his blades once again. Fuckin' freakshow.
10. It was safe to say the changed had been forced back from the pair after that. With the armoured one having drawn its ire now, he would this time be the target of a hissing growl and an attempt to ram its horn through some of the jerk's chest armor.
10 not only bounced, but actively fell over onto its back from the force of the armour repelling its ramming attempt. It grumbled as if in pain, laying dizzied on the ground.
Rocky Spur turned himself around now that he was finally free of that thing's teeth, and just in time to watch it fall over. Well, that was surprising, but at least his companion went unscathed. He went in before it had a chance to get its bearings and brought one of his forehooves down on it in a stomp. He felt a little bad going for something currently unable to defend itself.. but it did come after them. And bite him.
Copter joined in, not quite so reserved about stomping the bastard mutie flat before it could stand up again and cause any more damage.
10 finally managed to scramble to its hooves, away from theirs, and went for the armoured horse yet again. It was determined to get at least one hit on that nasty chestnut pony!
Rocky Spur hobbled forward once the changed was back on its hooves. Well, good, now he didn't have to feel so bad about hitting it. While it was busy going after his masked companion, he reared up and tried to bring his front hooves down on it again.
10: Failing to aim correctly in the midst of the struggle, Rocky manages to hit the armoured stallion instead. Whoops.
Copter grunted as the hooves of somepony that wasn't the changed hit him square in the side of the face. Damn it Rocky, watch where you're aiming those things! He took a second to shake off the dizzying effect, before spinning around to unleash his own hind hooves at the blank. Maybe he could knock it over again! Well... he'd live in hope, anyway.
10 had ample warning for the armoured one's plans, and drifted to one side to bite at the grey one again instead. Even better if it could strike the same place it had bitten last time.
Rocky Spur cringed the second his hooves hit his ally instead of his enemy and he immediately withdrew, cursing. "Shit! Sorry, sorry!" He apologized hastily as he turned his attention back on the changed, who was already going around him again. To bite his leg, again. The second time hurt so much worse and he snarled, turning to try to kick out at it with his metal leg while his bitten one trembled under his weight.
Copter turned around again and attempted to thrust his blades into the neck of the hideous beast, intent upon severing it. He'd be going to achieve that, but he felt angry enough to kick the stupid changed's head right off. How dare a filthy mutant like it cause so much trouble? It should have been meat paste on the ground by now.
10 was kicked out of the way of the blades by the pony it had attacked, and thus leapt upon the armoured one now that he was the nearest target once more. It roared- as much as a changed could roar, coming out more like an aggressive groan -and made to tear at the armour any way it could.
Rocky Spur stumbled away once he'd dislodged the changed from his leg- shit did that sting- but now it was on his friend. Yeesh, this thing was stubborn, and still hadn't gone down despite its beating. Welp, the only thing they could do was keep hitting it until it died. And that was what Rocky was going to do now. He lifted a hoof and tried to punch it right in its face while it was busy.
10 collapsed with that last hit. Its capacity to withstand any more damage was gone. Flop.
Copter grunted as the damn thing went down, then standing there and just breathing heavily. He hadn't realised he'd exerted so much energy on a fucking blank. "Finally," he huffed. "Hate those things." Still, he only had armour to fix- Rocky was the one who'd have more of a job recovering from that bullshit by a long mile.
Rocky Spur looked at his own hoof for a moment once he knocked the thing right out before he set it back onto the dusty ground. "Yeah, sheesh." He grunted, stepping back to dig through his saddlebags for aid, and to deal with his leg. Ouch.
10 began to move again a short time later. While they would undoubtedly be distracted by that, a loud growling of multiple voices echoed all around them. Their dream took a turn for the worst, and the bizarre, as a flood of feral changed emerged from the trees and bushes to wash violently over them. Bad end!
. . .
Copter's head shot up abruptly, and his limbs flailed out under his acquired blanket as for a moment he felt like he'd been falling through empty air. "Buh?!" He knocked his head against the rocks he'd been resting against, but thankfully he'd dozed off in his helmet so it came at little more than a slightly dizziness. No harm done. "That's the last time I eat Whytael Preserve before bedtime," he grunted hoarsely, more to himself than to his acquainted companion.
Rocky Spur's heart was hammering in his chest and he awoke with alarm thrumming through him. He took deep breaths to try to calm himself down as he raised up to look around, making sure he wasn't surrounded by feral changed. Nope, just the Shoe and the rusting hulks of the train cars. And his masked ally. "Thank goodness," Rocky mumbled with relief and gave himself a shake to try to rid himself of the remnants of the nightmare. Afterwards, he looked over to the ally in question, puzzled- he was awake too, huh?
Copter's ears twitched as Rocky also awoke, and he too soon peered in the other's direction. His eyes narrowed in a curious, discerning sort of way. "If you're about to tell me to tell me that you also just woke up from a bad dream involving stomping a blank flat, only for its buddies to join in the fight, then my name must be Solar Flare." Could ponies have the exact same dream at the exact same time? It sounded ridiculous as a concept. "Either that, or they put something mighty strange in that Preserve..." As if a dish prepared from the most potent venom in the wasteland wasn't strange enough.
Rocky Spur stared at his companion with a blank expression at first and felt a brief, cold chill as he described the dream he'd had exactly. "Uhh.." He opened his mouth briefly and found he had nothing to really say. Except maybe.. "Well, yeah." He hardly knew what to think about them having the same dream, unless his friend was somehow psychic, and that didn't seem likely. Neither did, but.. who knew? "Must have, huh? Ugh. I hope I can get some rest and this time without nightmares."
Copter lifted himself to his hooves, yawning and stretching as he went. He picked up the blanket and left it on the rocks, to prevent any unnecessary extra dirt from getting on it. "Meanwhile, I think that's enough sleep for me. If you're going back to sleep, I'll make sure nopony disturbs you." It was a promise that was probably impossible to fulfil for the most part- raids and attacks weren't exactly unknown to the Shoe, and they were trying to get some shut-eye in the open. "Or at least, I'll kick em in the teeth for their trouble," he added with humour and a smirk behind that helmet of his.
Copter spotted the incoming blank and let out a growl of his own, striding forward and drawing the blades from his boots to thrust them forward into the Changed's ugly face. Get the fuck away from his acquaintance, damnit.
10 ducked back for a moment with surprising speed, missing those nasty boots entirely. It then reared up to slam its front hooves down on the stupid armoured horse.
Rocky Spur had his mind focused elsewhere while they'd been walking, and just barely registered the sound of hissing. His mind was unconcerned, well, up until his masked friend suddenly rushed towards something. As he turned to look, his thoughts ground to a single Oh fuck before he rushed to help deal with the changed- well, that was to say, moved as fast as his leg would allow him. He flanked the changed, whirling himself around on his forehooves and made an attempt to buck the creature with both rear hooves. They were really his only weapon.
Copter noted the hefty strike with some awe. Remind him never to piss the metal-legged pony off, huh? He brought his own hooves up, knives bared, and made to strike at the accursed creature once more.
10 didn't seem to appreciate being kicked and stabbed, unsurprisingly, and yowled in a sudden fury. It lunged at the grey pony and made to set upon one of his non-metal limbs with teeth tearing and hooves flailing. Grrraaagh!
Rocky Spur yelped as he felt teeth suddenly dig into the rear leg that was still flesh. Yikes, that hurt! He tried to jerk away, at first, before balancing himself and attempting to buck the thing in the face with his metal leg. Get off!
Copter added to the effort of dislodging the blank by going to kick it in the face with his blades once again. Fuckin' freakshow.
10. It was safe to say the changed had been forced back from the pair after that. With the armoured one having drawn its ire now, he would this time be the target of a hissing growl and an attempt to ram its horn through some of the jerk's chest armor.
10 not only bounced, but actively fell over onto its back from the force of the armour repelling its ramming attempt. It grumbled as if in pain, laying dizzied on the ground.
Rocky Spur turned himself around now that he was finally free of that thing's teeth, and just in time to watch it fall over. Well, that was surprising, but at least his companion went unscathed. He went in before it had a chance to get its bearings and brought one of his forehooves down on it in a stomp. He felt a little bad going for something currently unable to defend itself.. but it did come after them. And bite him.
Copter joined in, not quite so reserved about stomping the bastard mutie flat before it could stand up again and cause any more damage.
10 finally managed to scramble to its hooves, away from theirs, and went for the armoured horse yet again. It was determined to get at least one hit on that nasty chestnut pony!
Rocky Spur hobbled forward once the changed was back on its hooves. Well, good, now he didn't have to feel so bad about hitting it. While it was busy going after his masked companion, he reared up and tried to bring his front hooves down on it again.
10: Failing to aim correctly in the midst of the struggle, Rocky manages to hit the armoured stallion instead. Whoops.
Copter grunted as the hooves of somepony that wasn't the changed hit him square in the side of the face. Damn it Rocky, watch where you're aiming those things! He took a second to shake off the dizzying effect, before spinning around to unleash his own hind hooves at the blank. Maybe he could knock it over again! Well... he'd live in hope, anyway.
10 had ample warning for the armoured one's plans, and drifted to one side to bite at the grey one again instead. Even better if it could strike the same place it had bitten last time.
Rocky Spur cringed the second his hooves hit his ally instead of his enemy and he immediately withdrew, cursing. "Shit! Sorry, sorry!" He apologized hastily as he turned his attention back on the changed, who was already going around him again. To bite his leg, again. The second time hurt so much worse and he snarled, turning to try to kick out at it with his metal leg while his bitten one trembled under his weight.
Copter turned around again and attempted to thrust his blades into the neck of the hideous beast, intent upon severing it. He'd be going to achieve that, but he felt angry enough to kick the stupid changed's head right off. How dare a filthy mutant like it cause so much trouble? It should have been meat paste on the ground by now.
10 was kicked out of the way of the blades by the pony it had attacked, and thus leapt upon the armoured one now that he was the nearest target once more. It roared- as much as a changed could roar, coming out more like an aggressive groan -and made to tear at the armour any way it could.
Rocky Spur stumbled away once he'd dislodged the changed from his leg- shit did that sting- but now it was on his friend. Yeesh, this thing was stubborn, and still hadn't gone down despite its beating. Welp, the only thing they could do was keep hitting it until it died. And that was what Rocky was going to do now. He lifted a hoof and tried to punch it right in its face while it was busy.
10 collapsed with that last hit. Its capacity to withstand any more damage was gone. Flop.
Copter grunted as the damn thing went down, then standing there and just breathing heavily. He hadn't realised he'd exerted so much energy on a fucking blank. "Finally," he huffed. "Hate those things." Still, he only had armour to fix- Rocky was the one who'd have more of a job recovering from that bullshit by a long mile.
Rocky Spur looked at his own hoof for a moment once he knocked the thing right out before he set it back onto the dusty ground. "Yeah, sheesh." He grunted, stepping back to dig through his saddlebags for aid, and to deal with his leg. Ouch.
10 began to move again a short time later. While they would undoubtedly be distracted by that, a loud growling of multiple voices echoed all around them. Their dream took a turn for the worst, and the bizarre, as a flood of feral changed emerged from the trees and bushes to wash violently over them. Bad end!
. . .
Copter's head shot up abruptly, and his limbs flailed out under his acquired blanket as for a moment he felt like he'd been falling through empty air. "Buh?!" He knocked his head against the rocks he'd been resting against, but thankfully he'd dozed off in his helmet so it came at little more than a slightly dizziness. No harm done. "That's the last time I eat Whytael Preserve before bedtime," he grunted hoarsely, more to himself than to his acquainted companion.
Rocky Spur's heart was hammering in his chest and he awoke with alarm thrumming through him. He took deep breaths to try to calm himself down as he raised up to look around, making sure he wasn't surrounded by feral changed. Nope, just the Shoe and the rusting hulks of the train cars. And his masked ally. "Thank goodness," Rocky mumbled with relief and gave himself a shake to try to rid himself of the remnants of the nightmare. Afterwards, he looked over to the ally in question, puzzled- he was awake too, huh?
Copter's ears twitched as Rocky also awoke, and he too soon peered in the other's direction. His eyes narrowed in a curious, discerning sort of way. "If you're about to tell me to tell me that you also just woke up from a bad dream involving stomping a blank flat, only for its buddies to join in the fight, then my name must be Solar Flare." Could ponies have the exact same dream at the exact same time? It sounded ridiculous as a concept. "Either that, or they put something mighty strange in that Preserve..." As if a dish prepared from the most potent venom in the wasteland wasn't strange enough.
Rocky Spur stared at his companion with a blank expression at first and felt a brief, cold chill as he described the dream he'd had exactly. "Uhh.." He opened his mouth briefly and found he had nothing to really say. Except maybe.. "Well, yeah." He hardly knew what to think about them having the same dream, unless his friend was somehow psychic, and that didn't seem likely. Neither did, but.. who knew? "Must have, huh? Ugh. I hope I can get some rest and this time without nightmares."
Copter lifted himself to his hooves, yawning and stretching as he went. He picked up the blanket and left it on the rocks, to prevent any unnecessary extra dirt from getting on it. "Meanwhile, I think that's enough sleep for me. If you're going back to sleep, I'll make sure nopony disturbs you." It was a promise that was probably impossible to fulfil for the most part- raids and attacks weren't exactly unknown to the Shoe, and they were trying to get some shut-eye in the open. "Or at least, I'll kick em in the teeth for their trouble," he added with humour and a smirk behind that helmet of his.