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// IX - Storming The City 
// Story: Half-Hoof: Dire Circumstances 
// by Alfoals Trottenbauer 
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The dead sea was filled with ponies, the most life it ever had in years. They reached City 28. A large army had been waiting for them.

The masses galloped toward each other. The Combine's vanguard had riot shields and stunsticks.

The next line was red guards with automatic shotguns, mixed with them were green guards with machine guns.

The back were all red snipers.

They clashed, Sven saw his comrades bursting into bloody chunks. Grenades sailed into both crowds, exploding, sending ponies with them. It was a bloodbath. The Combine gave way due to sheer numbers. The rebels poured into resident buildings, they came out with hundreds more each time.

The tsunami of rebellion flooded through streets toward The Citadel.

The Combine still in the city were no match for their ranks. They were nearing their final destination. The Citadel seemed to pierce the heavens and sprawl even further. An alarm resonated through the streets.

"Warning: All units; Be alert for Rebellion. Civil Code: Lance, Protect, Enforce."

The flood had arrived at The Citadel. They billowed in the tower, bursting through the doors.

Most of the Combine Forces had been killed in the city, the Citadel's halls were almost empty.

Dr. Bray sat in his office chair, trembling as they entered his office.

"O-oh... I see you've come... T-to kill me well, there has to be a more civilized-"

They opened fire.

The flood left The Citadel. They placed all their explosives at the base of the tower. They detonated it all, causing the Citadel to fall over, like a felled tree.