Scrapper 9
Ponyville - Above the Crash Site
Catching the glimpse of the debris flying across the field, Scrapper pushed himself into a dive. As the winds brushed through his mane and across his face, his coat flapping in the tailwind revealing a plethora of sown in straps brandishing numerous knives, his joy could not be contained. Closing his eyes, he began to giggle and finally let out an exclaimed "TIME TO PLAY AUNTIE!" that rang through the air. At a breakneck speed, the child landed on the flying debris causing it to skid onto the ground kicking up dirt. With a flap of his wings the kicked up dust cloud dissipated as the tiny youth smiled up at Renew as the previously launched knives struck Renew's barrier, unable to penetrate it fully, but still managing to lodge themselves in the barrier. With a slight melodic tune, the youth cocked his head as the wooden debris cracked under his hooves. "Play?"
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Aether Scalpel
Ponyville - Crash Site
Having placed the pony she had been carrying carefully around the corner, Aether had stealthily crept behind the three soldiers on Breaker's rear that were sifting through debris. With quick precision, she quickly brought her hooves around the closest soldier's neck and head and abruptly snapped it to the side. Grabbing the sword from the soldier's sheathe as he fell, she dashed to the next to soldiers. With a subtle motion, she brought the blade through the chest of one soldier as he reached for his weapon, and her horn came alive and the red glow of her magic emanated from her other hoof as she brought it into contact with the adjacent soldier's neck. The contact was ample enough as her magic coursed through the mare's neck, rupturing her jugular as the poor thing fell to the floor bleeding internally with the other dead soldier falling on the sword. As the glow of her magic dissipated, she stood only yards away from Breaker's rear. "Is that what you'll do, my dear sweet bounty hunter? Run away, tail tucked between those wobbly old legs? Leave me with a town all to myself, as you go sip some warm cider with that wife of yours? Assuming she'll be there when you make it home..."
