-Cover concept: Close up to Red Panzer's helmet. It's featureless except for the eyes and mouth holes. It has a swastica over a red circle in the forehead. Trixie, dressed in her Deadshot costume, can be seen reflected over the helmet.

I need a bloody beer. No, scratch that. I need to go to three different bars and drink them dry.

In fact, as soon as all of this is over, I'll find my contact, blow his knees off and ransack any drop of alcohol he may have in his house, followed by everything I can exchange for cigarettes, including his sorry flank.

I once heard Sonata saying she misses tasting actual pony meat (hence why I sleep with a secondary gun strapped to my leg). Maybe she would like a mafia spoiled brat if I put him in a taco.

Why am I this mad? Because I'm facing a walking tank inside bulletproof armor that shoots electricity from his right arm. That's why!

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FIMFiction (not so) proudly presents:
Deadshot
in
Unbreakable

Written by Wave (running out of time) Blaster.
Edited by nightwalker
Deadshot created by Bob Kane, David Vern Reed and Lew Schwartz
(although his characterization comes mostly from John Ostrander's work).
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic created by Lauren Faust (and others I suppose).
Copyrights lololol.

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It's nighttime in Manehatten. I'm on a rooftop. Around me are two incapacitated unicorns and a griffon. The four of us were hired to kill Black Mask, a pony who took control over the city's crime.

At first, it seemed to be an easy job; spot the guy, shoot his head off and collect the paycheck.

First, Black Mask was wearing a bulletproof helmet and I spent my only penetrating round on his already reinforced window. Then, before we could make our escape, we're confronted by Mask's personal bodyguard.

It doesn’t help that he’s a meta-equine, a super pony. I'm not sure how it works, but he's wearing metallic armor that's making him invulnerable to anything, even bullets.

The really bad part about all this? He mopped the floor with the aforementioned unicorns and griffon in less time than it took me to tell you.

"I'll be honest you, mein heckenschütze, I've never killed anyone." Red Panzer saunters slowly towards me. "I'm of the philosophiehie that life has more pain to offer than mere death." When he's close enough I see something in his forehead. Over his helmet, there's a red circle painted over the metal and, inside the circle, a black gammadion cross.

Bloody hell, I recognize that symbol. He must have noticed my surprise, because he stops and tilts his head to a side.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He cracks a laugh at his own joke. I don't move, I can't let myself be exposed. "Oh, you recognize this, don't you?" Tapping his helmet with a finger. "Are you, by any chance, another impure?"

"Oh, a defiant one." He tilts his head to both sides. "I knew there was a reason to get out of bed today." He takes another step. The aiming device over my eye tells me he's less than two meters away.

"Tell me, mein heckenschütze, what impurity afflicts you?" I glance at my wrists, hoping I’m wrong and that I’ve still got a round or two left. No such luck; both guns are still empty and the reserve clips are in my belt. "I can see a horn under that mask." He's getting closer. "But no magic? What, aren't you a pure-blood?" Panzer clicks his tongue under the metallic mask.

"I don't know, maybe." If I distract him enough I can... think on what to do. "My mother was a unicorn, but I never knew my idiot father." It kinda works, he's laughing. At least he stopped walking.

"Oh, some fräulein has vati issues." I wish he stopped mixing equestrian with ibex. "Tell me, do you believe in true harmony?"

"True harmony." He makes the same salute from when he was in Black Mask's office. "The eradication of everything that isn't pure and drives the world to chaos..." He starts a rant about some bullcrap I don't care about. I take the time to think.

I could fight Panzer, he's not my first meta-equine. I ponder his strengths and weakness. From how it looks, he's the one who threw the desk from the office and then he jumped after it. That means he's strong, very strong. He also was in the receiving end of a fight with Gilda. She may be unprofessional and careless, but she has also a reputation of being a deadly fighter, and Panzer took all of her blows directly. That, along with receiving a whole flamethrower and almost two full clips from my wrist guns, is screaming invulnerability to me.

If that's not enough, there's his arm cannon. If he's using the Night Guard's design, I'm in trouble. That thing was designed by and tested on Luna, the alicorn Princess. On its highest setting, it electrocuted her. Since I'm not an immortal alicorn, I'll have to stay away from that thing.

Okay, he's invulnerable, strong and has a lot of firepower. Now weaknesses, weaknesses... There must be something...

"...and glory will be ours! Sieg F*cking Heil!" His exclamation brings me back. "Maybe, if I talk to Black Mask, he'll let you live as my hündin."

I don't need a damn translation to know what that means. I raise both of my wrist guns at him.

"I don't think so." Fragg this, even if he kills me, I'm going down swinging. Hell, I've dreamed of a death like this.

"Come on, mein heckenschütze, you just saw that I am unbesiegbar. What chances could you have?" I aim at his face, right between his eyes.

Without any warning, he jumps at me. Too bad for him that I'm agile enough to avoid him and right in position to reach the stairs' door. I don't waste time with the doorknob and kick it open. I start my not-so-glorious escape when the stairs begins to shake. I try to keep moving, but the ceiling right in front of me falls. Red Panzer is standing in the debris.

"Going somewhere, fräulein?" I don't say anything, I'm too busy trying to keep my pants clean-- This gorilla just smashed his way through the roof!

I spin around and sprint back to the rooftop, slamming the busted door behind me.

Not really a good strategy, but I'm not thinking anymore. It doesn't matter by this point. No, don't dare to give up, Lulamoon, just think. Of course, Panzer is a tank; absurdly strong and resistant, but lamely slow. In the time it takes him to follow me back up here I manage to reload my guns. I take a look around; the others are still unconscious. Great.

"Knock, knock." There's a buzzing behind the door before it flies away in a flash of red electricity. The armored figure of Red Panzer comes out from the threshold. "You're supposed to say 'wer ist da?'"

I don't move. He doesn't lose more time and charges at me again, getting three strides closer before his left leg goes out and he falls flat on his face. I bring my second wrist gun up next to the first, the smoke from my first round still lingering on the barrell. It doesn't matter if you're bulletproof or not, the kinetic of a .55 bullet is something to be aware of. He gets up screaming.

"You dare to make fun of The Panzer, bitch!" He's angry. I'll need to think how good or bad is that. "I'll tear you apart." He points his arm cannon at me, just what I'm counting on. It starts buzzing again as I aim for the barrel.

"Aaaaarrrrggghh!" I only heard the scream, as the smoke and dust doesn't let me see what's happening. I turn on the infrared just in time to see a body that looks an awful lot like Red Panzer's jumping at me. I don't get to dodge him this time. A train collides against my chest and I'm flying in the air, landing right next to the rooftop's border. I try to get up, but the pain is keeping me down. Come on Lulamoon, don't stay down, get up you old horse.

"I'll kill you for that!" Something grabs me from the vest and raises me over the air. "You bitch, I will enjoy sending you to höle!" I get to see his right arm. It ends near the elbow. Hanging from it are some cables and pieces of metal. I get to see some drops of blood too. Panzer extends his good arm, positioning me right over the edge. We're on a twenty story building, so if he lets me go, this is the end. Not a bad one, I have to say. "Any last words?"

"Ich durchbohrte die panzer," I murmur. He pulls me nearer to him, still holding me in the air.

"Come again?" Panzer turns his head so I'm facing his ear. I see what looks like an aperture to let sound pass.

"Heh," I let myself smirk at him under the mask. "Ich durchbohrte die panzer." Just as I expected, he looks at me without saying anything. His helmet covers his face, but I bet my three last unbroken ribs he has a dumbfounded expression.

"I just said 'I pierced the armor', you half-assed poser." I grab his arm with one hand and with the other I shoot, point blank, at his earpiece.

The bullet hits the helmet and the sound is deafening. I can only imagine Panzer's face when having that same sound right next to his ear. He instinctively lets me go, reeling back from what must be an almighty ringing in his head. I'm holding onto his arm so I don't fall off the rooftop. When we're separated I see him pressing his left hand against the ear, crying in pain.

"That's the problem with all of you, bulletproof boys." I round him and shot behind his knee. It bends and Panzer involuntarily kneels. "You think you can't be harmed." I kick him in the head. His mask may be protecting him, but he still loses the balance and falls over his damaged arm.

"Argh!" He screams again in pain as the weight of his armor presses against his stump. I'm in a bad mood, I'm taking this personal. I keep kicking Panzer, forcing him to roll around the rooftop, right next to the edge. I take his head with my hand and force his eyes to the street that's twenty stores down.

"Now, you fascist imbecile, you’ve got two choices. You either tell me all you know about Black Mask, or else." I shot again against his ear, both of them.

"Die, you bitch! DIE!" Panzer tries to round house punch me. He's slowed down by the pain and disorientation so I barely need to move to avoid him. He staggers and turns around, only to find himself looking down both barrels of my wrist guns.

I'm not expecting it to kill him with it, but the force of two point blank shots right at his head is enough to push him over the edge of the rooftop. It’s a great fall, and he's heavy, very heavy. I look down to see a crater in the street. His body is motionless. I use the PTD (precision targeting device) on my mask to look closer. I see a pool of blood slowly spreading under him.

From the building across the street comes a fresh group of thugs, followed by Black Mask himself behind them. They look at Red Panzer's corpse, then up to where I am. All of their faces are showing terror beyond belief. All of them but Black Mask, his mask covers his face after all.

Thanks to the PTD, I see something very interesting about that mask; it doesn't cover his eyes.

Black Mask falls, right next to Panzer. I stare for a moment. This night has been crazy enough, and so I need to be sure this time. When another pool of blood starts forming around Mask's head, I'm satisfied.

This bastard nearly got me killed, so I let out some steam by wounding his thugs. Nothing lethal, but enough to let them know that I'm pissed. After they're on the ground, writhing in agony, I go back to my 'team'.

I half-consider killing them and taking their money, but the mood for that has passed. I just got done brutally murdering two guys and probably making a good dozen more wish I had done the same to them. I’m done for the night.

Going around, I wake up my team, some more gently than others -- Gilda I only had to kick twice, for instance. After that, it's all the same routine as always. We go back to our contractor's safe house, take our share of the bits, and part ways.

It was one hell of a job, but at the end of the day, not so different. Someone wanted someone dead and I made it possible, end of the story.

My Deadly Shot: Trixie is lethal

by Magenta Cat

Deadshot #2. Unbreakable, untouchable. Impossible!