The Pegasus was flying over the graveyard, in such for a black colt with a red cape. She knew he liked these types of areas, not sure why, but guess he just used to gloomy things. Her wing received more Sharp pains each time she flapped her left one; that hatchet did a number on it. She started floating down from the sky, flapping her wings hard enough to remain air bond; it still was painful. She finally touched the ground; feeling relief there’s no more pain to feel. This place really was gloomy; crows fly off as you walk pass, calling, the fog in the air that’s very thin, and the gravestones around you. From the distance, the assassin could see a pegasus, she looked familiar? He didn’t pay much attention, closing his eyes and resting, no notifications yet to be heard from clients, so that’s what he’ll do, rest. He didn’t worry about the pegasus, he senses no bloodlust coming from her, so she wasn’t here to be violent; maybe she’s in grief? He didn’t care that much, as long as she wasn’t here to attack him, he fine. If he would have taken a closer look at the pegasus, he would’ve noticed who that was. She turned around spotting the colt she was searching for was right behind her. She wasn’t surprised seeing him laying down, he does that when he doesn’t have a job to complete. She walked over to him, knowing he will hear her approach, she notices he did, his ears made a small movement like it was listening to hoof steps; if she just flew, he wouldn’t hear her right? Well that would be wrong since wings make flapping sounds, and if you got a damaged wing, your other wing will flap harder; this means he would hear him no matter what. She stopped a small distance from the colt, staring at him; he felt like he was being watched, as the result, he turned and saw the yellow pegasus, he knows her.
“How are you doing Comber?’
The pegasus asked politely, although there was a clear sign of pain in the pegasus tone. It was obvious due to the injury on her left-wing, looks like she used nature to its pinnacle of support. The question is how she received the injury? Comber took time to think for a moment, before remembering an insane killer. It was definitely him, the bottom laceration proved that; it wasn’t a knife it was a thick blade, like a hatchet.
“I’m good, don’t need to ask you because I can see you been attacked, let me guess, was it a black earth insane pony with a hatchet?”
Comber guessed correctly, he spoke like he already knew; did he watched the fight? The pegasus was surprised he knew that description of the killer without her telling him yet. He was always optimistic, so it’s no surprise, maybe he ran into him already and they had an uneven skirmish?
“Well I’m a little surprised you knew the exact inane pony who attacked me; yes, it was him. I assume you and him got into a fight already?”
Comber smirked, it’s true, he did fight and beat him; he was boring.
“Yes. He was boring as all the rest.”
Comber bluntly said he was board. He noticeably healed the pegasus, she felt lesser pain, eventually none. She looked at the colts horn to see its illuminating, he healed her fast; it was not noticeable. She ripped the banged off and flapped the wing, feeling absolutely no pain in the wing, she was happy and smiled at the colt.
“Thank you very much, Comber!”
The pegasus said joyful her wing was healed with no errors. It wasn’t unexpected, he mastered the heal spell long ago. She flew up to the air, then back to the ground to make sure its recovery was truly a success; the result was successful; her wing was completely healed.
“Don’t mention it. Why are you in Ponyville?”
Comber asked, she usually stays in a cabin southwest of Ponyville. She like Fluttershy, the only difference is she’s alive; he only hoped she didn’t do that to that journalist, then she wouldn’t have to die.
“I came here to check up on you. No jobs, all complete?”
The pegasus asked Comber; she already knew the answer, just starting a conversation that seems unlikely to continue; he’s not the chatting type.
“As usual yeah. One the cause of improper manners, the other, broken vertebrae.”
Comber explained the events that took place, describing none of the victims, he was narrow on saying it. He thought this was Ponyville, not his town.
“Are you serious? Over improper manners, really?”
The pegasus was in disbelief of the causes, they are adults, not children; it really doesn’t matter, she didn’t know them, so they were probably not important anyway; if only Comber would’ve given names of the victims, then she would probably be shocked and stun with a little remorse.
“I’m not the type to gag, you know that.”
The red cape colt reminded her of his personality; he doesn’t joke around and usually works alone, he had a friend who would be his only partner, however, he hasn’t heard of him since high school, so he probably off doing his job, which would be assumed to be the same one Comber has.
“Yeah, I know-!”
The pegasus looked shocked, she forgot to alert him of those two ponies nearby; he hasn’t said he knew they were near, so it’s possible he doesn’t know? Comber notice her eyes widened, before return to their natural position, he knew something was up; she was going to tell him something.
“Oh, I forgot to tell, when I was flying over to this gloomy graveyard; I notice two ponies with badges going in this direction, not sure if they are here now, I’ll check real quick.”
She was calm when she told him. She flew up in the sky scouting down at the gravesite; she looked behind bushes; finding no ponies ready to ambush; she stopped after doing a 360° turn, finally coming back to the ground. Comber knew they weren’t near, they would’ve known their chances of restraint towards him would’ve been blown; they most likely would have already attempted to restrain him, but that would’ve failed. He knew they would follow him; he could tell they know his reputation by looking at them; staring narrowly into their eyes; what that detective doesn’t know is-! The pegasus landed on the ground, closer to the colt than before.
“I don’t see them?”
The pegasus said confusedly; she could’ve promise she saw them not too far from here? Maybe she’s faster at flying than she thought even with a damaged wing? Comber chuckled, he knows they won’t be here until the right moment, he has a plan for it.
“What’s funny Comber?”
The pegasus asked, feeling like she’s being mocked.
“I know those enforcers, they strike when the time is right.”
Comber replied in a nostalgic tone. He remembered the detective being the class A student, even making the teacher look stupid. His partner was a study busy and friend. The pegasus felt worried for the colt; if he’s caught, he most likely is executed.
“If that’s the case then I should stay and help.”
That statement annoyed Comber; he doesn’t need help, if she wants to be insurance, she can be it elsewhere; they will fail.
“Bloom, you know I don’t work with others right?”
Bloom forgot about Comber’s tendency to take threats on. She apologizes to him; replying she forgot; she must not know the colt can sense deception with ease.
“I’ll be off then, don’t you dare get killed, brother!”
Bloom replied to Comber, leaving the site with little worry; they wouldn’t be able to ambush him; he’s too smart and intelligent for that. She waved bye to him, knowing he won’t respond back with goodbyes; she left the graveyard with no pain; as she flew back; she gets a nostalgic moment when she came over here the first time, it was painful because of an insane colt. She might stay around this town? Just in case Comer needs help? But that’ll be later, she has chores to take care of that involves animals. Comber continues to lay on his prolonged resting place. He closed his eyes; he knows how to lure them in. He got no new alerts from his device on jobs, so all he could do is prepare for this; he knows how smart that detective is; so there must definitely be contingency plans ahead just in case the first one failed. Comber would continue to wait for the incoming threat; he believed this could be a little fun.