The sun slowly began to rise, shining its light on the Manehatten ruins as Alope trotted briskly down the Celestia line. Most ponies would not travel so exposed at this time, at least not alone and without armor. Alope was no normal pony. He was the deadliest bounty hunter in the wastes.
Unbeknownst to him, a griffon sniper tracked his green and blue form. Graveneck was hired to protect Farfalle, a ghoul and apparently wartime mobster of some kind. Graveneck didn’t care for the details, so long as the caps kept coming.
Graveneck blinked in the low light, tracking Alope as he moved. Suddenly he didn’t see the target anymore. Frantically he moved his scope around to see where the devilish green pony had gone.
“Haiii!” A voice said from behind the griffon, Graveneck turned to see the green coated unicorn with a blue mane.
“Oh fuck!” He managed to squawk out before a powerful buck knocked him from his perch, crashing through the window and falling to his death on the streets below.
In another swift buck, the door to Fair Flats Apartment 312 was knocked off its hinges. The grotesque, earth pony, ghoul sat shocked, coffee mug still to his mouth.
“So you're the bastard who bought up all the coffee in Tennpony?” Alope raged.
The ghoul, still speechless, nodded slowly. It would be the last action of his long life as Alope closed the distance and snapped his neck. As the body slumped to the floor, Alope caught the mug in his magic.
Sighing in relief, he took a sip of the steaming liquid before abruptly spitting it out and smashing the cup against the wall.
They say that ponies as far as New Appleoosa heard the angry cry of “DECAF!!!!” on the crisp, morning breeze.