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With their fate seemingly sealed, they prepared to make their last stand. But they noticed a problem.
No one had any ammunition left. Or at least… the adults didn’t.
Zenex had eleven arrows in his crossbow. That created a bit of tension in the group.
Eleven shots… Eleven Fangs…
“Well…” Pharynx started, “We got eleven shots…”
“And there are eleven of us…” Brokenwing said.
Mitchell ducked behind cover alongside Pharynx. Borax’s private army was closing in around them, threatening to squeeze them out. Thankfully, the Fangs were able to push them back. With that, the Fangs regrouped.
Broken looked at them. “Any word from Griffax and Star?”
“Negative sir…” Zenex mumbled. “I think they’re dead…”
Bleach and Star stepped outside and onto the porch. Bleach pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one. Star looked over.
“You know those things knock a year off your lifespan right?”
Bleach chuckled. “That’s why I want it all in here,” he replied, pointing at his chest, before coughing.
Star rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile a bit. “So… what’s your story?”
Genesis stepped over with a piece of paper and lit up her horn, beginning to print out the encrypted files.
Bleach and Star stepped outside and onto the porch. Bleach pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one. Star looked over.
“You know those things knock a year off your lifespan right?”
Bleach chuckled. “That’s why I want it all in here,” he replied, pointing at his chest, before coughing.
The Fangs watched as several Royal Guards trotted into the school, locking the door behind them, and locking several other guards outside to fight off the other Blade terrorists. Shining stepped toward the Fangs, looking around.
“So, this is the legendary Fang Gang’s secret base now?”
“Shining, I am going to key your name into your wife’s crown,” Tempest said.
Shining coughed. “A-Anyway… what are we going to do?”
Spoiler: Gallus has daddy issues
I’m going to start making FG:SO mini stories, which are gonna be one to five chapter long stories with the Fangs going on missions. Now granted, this means chapters might have to be long, but hey, that’s a good thing. Well, for you guys. It’s gonna be a pain to write enough words per chapter to flesh out a feasible story
The Fangs burst through the doors, aiming their crossbows inside the school, before hearing an audible smack from Tempest. She’d facehoofed, stepping in along with Kydra. “Now boys, play nice,” she said
Dagger groaned. “Aw, but it’s less fun that way!”
“Hey, we’re killing terrorists, not students,” Tempest bit back.
Mitchell blinked. “I really don’t see a difference.”
Midnight: needs no intro
Borax: Mitchell’s doctor/the rich scientist
Genesis: Not much character, but Borax’s assistant (and maybe secretary?)
Star Striker: the new blood
Bleach/Griffax: the terrorist without a choice (Gallus’ dad)
The Blade: the terrorists
Or Hades: the sick and twisted Blade leader
Nighty…
Nighty!
Mitchell opened his eyes, looking around. The grass tickled his face and sides, making him itch.
Nighty!
Mitchell looked around, noticing three figures moving towards him. They were dressed in Blade armor. He reached for his sidehoof, but the leading member kicked the weapon away.
Mitchell groaned, watching the soldiers surround him.
“Sir, we got on—”
The Fangs and Star Striker looked at each other. They sat in silence for a while, only noises being the wagons wheels, and the occasional grunt when they went over a bump.
Zenex was sat across from the pony, giving him a shy glance every so often. Star smiled at him, passing him a chocolate bar. “Here. This’ll calm your nerves.”
Zenex’s eyes quickly locked to the chocolate and he grabbed it, nibbling on it. Star smiled.