A Lamenter goes to Equestria

by McCrowley


Battle Medic

War. War never changes. Give a Man a stone and he will beat the nearest man to death with it. Give him a sword and he will slash and stab at a man with a different religion than he. Give him a gun and he will shoot someone with a poorer quality gun for their oil.

Give a man a fully automatic gun capable of shooting rounds that explode inside a target, and well… You have a whole different kind of war then.

Garvel was really missing his old Bolt Pistol right about now, dodging out of the way of another downward strike from the Ork. A single shot would have ended this fight were he lucky. But no, he was not lucky, he thought as he delivered a quick punch to the beast’s stomach, causing it to bend over and wretch.

A sword even! Power or Chain! A loud thunk to the back of the Ork’s head caused it to stumble away slightly cursing in its foul language. What he lacked in strength compared to the Ork, he could easily make up for in Finesse with a blade!

But alas, here he was, having to beat down this Infestation with his bare hands. He was far from done, all of the blood on his armor did not belong to him in the slightest. The Ork however, had taken quite a few hits already; most of his Teef had fallen out, his eyes already beginning to swell shut, and telltale bruises forming over very important parts of its body.

Where Garvel struck with Precision and Power, the Ork only swung wildly. It connected a few times, never enough to penetrate though, but enough to damn well hurt.

The Ork scrambled to his feet, its breathing ragged and its stance wobbly. It took a moment to build up but it let out a pained yell then, “Itz not FAAIIRR! Yous gots both yer arms! I’s only got me one arm!!” As its tirade ended it let out another pained yell before turning tail and sprinting towards the hole that was made earlier.

“I’ll be back Spehss Mahreen! I’ll krump yah if its the last fing I do!!” The large thing thumped away, knocking away a surprised guard with a swing of its gigantic fist.

Garvel attempted to give chase, but it was futile as the beast maneuvered through the thick foliage much better than he could. As it faded into the forest, the smell of warpfire seemed much more intense though his grille.

Something was off.. A sense of dread had hung over the air. As he began to move farther in to investigate, he heard the cries of the Xenos behind him. They called for him, another crying out in pain.

Garvel let out a deep sigh. As much as his gut was telling him to Investigate, his Oath to the Emperor told him to repay his Sins, and that meant aiding the Xenos for the time being…

He grudgingly stamped back to the clearing, the ponies preferring it over the dark and gloomy forest. There the Guards had formed a small spear wall, shaking spears allowing him to pass, and a small meeting. Only two casualties, One fatally wounded guard whom was covered with a small blanket by the looks of it.

And one hollering wounded soldier being attended to by the Witches of the group. Their Xeno Magic holding his fore leg still as they attempted to set it. It appears he was the one hit by the Ork in the Beasts escape. Thank th-

“Oh there you are Garvel!” came the ever ecstatic voce of the Pink Pony.

“We were wondering if you were going to come back or not but I told them you’d definitely come back either with that meany Ork’s Head or…” He had already shut her out as he walked closer to the meeting. The captain was dishing out orders to her Subordinates, telling them to report to the castle Immediately to report their findings.

As he looked over, however, he could literally see the captain’s hairs stand on edge, her coat seeming to pale as she attempted to continue rambling to her underlings. It brought a soft chuckle to Garvel’s lips.

As he neared the other civilian ponies that accompanied him, he could see more clearly what they were dealing with on the injury. And then, all respect he had garnered for the Military lifestyle of these Pony guards had vanished in an instant.

All their magic and all their care was going towards a SIMPLE broke leg. Not even bent that far and certainly there were no bones sticking out. Yet here the guard was, hollering as if his entrails were in his hooves.

He thundered over, much to the chagrin of the Guards nearby, they backed away slowly with spears ready. Those that turned to see him walking over soon had the same idea, including the braver two of the six civilians, leaving the two magicians at their craft and the “wounded” Soldier.

He sighed as he undid the clasp on his helm before barking “Move” In a commanding Growl to the two Mages. With a cry along the lines “No I am attempting to save this poor waste of space’s life” The purple one refused as she continued to pour magic into the limp, moving it inch by inch.

She protested more as he pushed her aside as he took to his knees, staring the guard directly in the eyes.

“Are you Injured, Guard?” Came his authorative voice once more. The shocked guard could only reply with a frantic nod as Garvel’s eyes burned holes into his own.

What happened next shocked the assembled crowd, as he placed a mighty gauntleted hand upon the Xeno’s side gently. “Be at peace Xeno, Your pain will end soon enough…”

The crowed released the collective breath they all held, seeming much happier already, giving other words of encouragement to the guard in question.

What they didn’t expect was for Garvel’s other hand to grasp the broken limb between thumb and fingers, snapping the bone back into position with a loud CRACK that was soon followed by the howls of pain of the guard and the thumps of several ponies fainting at the gruesome sound.

He chuckled as he stood up, mages already putting their magics back into his leg to make sure it set properly. He thought back to his training, enjoying the bits where he learned basic battle medicine.

The smell of warpfire still pervaded however… But he could not venture out alone, not yet.