Firecracker grinned at the wreckage she had wrought on the girls and grinned. The only ones left are Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. Give me a real challenge. First things first, though.
She grabbed her pendant, turning into another bolt of pink lightning as the sirens from approaching police cars and emergency vehicles became audible. The bolt zapped into one of the street lights and vanished. The authorities arrived and surveyed the damage.
“Good lord,” said one of the police officers. “You ever see anything like this, Sarge?”
The sergeant pushed his hat back. “Not since I was in the service.”
“Think it was the same guy who tore up the mall a couple of days ago?”
“Wouldn't surprise me,” the sergeant said. He took a couple of steps forward. “Insurance rates on this street are going through the roof. All right, let's look for witnesses and – “
The sergeant was interrupted by a metallic screech. He and the officer turned to look at the two burning cars that were embedded in the building behind them. There was another screech and the two cars shifted across the sidewalk. The officer and the sergeant blinked and stepped back as the cars moved again.
“The hell?” the officer said. His hand began moving towards his gun.
The screech came again but kept moving and both cops stared as the two cars slid aside, revealing a blonde teenage girl in a flashy green dress. She let out a grunt of exertion as she shoved the two cars aside. She turned and looked back into the hole in the wall behind her.
“All clear! I'd hurry though.”
The officer's jaw dropped as three more brightly dressed teenage girls climbed out of the hole in the wall.
“Nice going, Applejack,” said the girl with the odd purple visor over her eyes. She turned to the purple haired girl next to her. “And nice work with the shield, Rarity.”
“Naturally,” Rarity grinned. The smile quickly disappeared as she glanced around the street. “She's gone!”
“We need to find her!” said the rainbow-haired girl. “Before she tears up anyplace else!”
“I don't think she's planning on random destruction, Rainbow Dash,” the visored girl said. “I think she's planning something worse.”
“How d'ya mean 'worse,' Twilight?” asked Applejack.
“She's angry and been corrupted by rogue magic, and as far as she knows, most of her obstacles are out of the way,” said Twilight. “Where do you think she would go?”
“We need to get to the hospital. Now.” Rarity turned to Twilight. “I want to try something. Be ready to catch me if it goes wrong.”
The sergeant stepped forward to ask some questions of the girls, but stopped when Rarity thrust out a hand and a large, flat hexagonal crystal appeared on the ground in front of her. She stepped on top of it and closed her eyes.
The cops' jaws dropped again as the crystal rose into the air, lifting the girl easily. Rarity opened her eyes and grinned. “It worked! Hang on!”
She moved her hand back and forth. The crystal mimicked the motion, moving in the direction she indicated. “I think I just solved the transportation problem for our non-flyers!”
Applejack grinned and leaped up onto the crystal. Rarity staggered from the impact, causing the crystal to wobble. She glared at Applejack, who grinned sheepishly.
“Hehe. Sorry 'bout that.”
“All right, let's go,” said Twilight. “With a little luck we can get there before Firecracker does. Applejack, do you have your phone?”
Applejack patted herself down and let out a pleased noise, when she found her phone in a pocket of the olive green leggings under her skirt. “I'll call Pinkie on the way!”
“What are we waiting for then? Let's go!” Rainbow jumped into the air and flew off into the night, followed closely by Twilight. Rarity raised her arms, and the crystal followed them into the air. Applejack staggered, but put her free hand around Rarity's waist, putting her phone up to her ear with the other.
As the girls vanished, Rarity saying something about looking into Bluetooth headsets and pony ears, the two officers looked back at each other.
“Sarge?” the officer said. The sergeant held up a hand.
“I didn't see anything. Neither did you.”
“Right, Sarge.”