A mare and her dog

by cammera

<title>ti sca ime scal -agment IV _ A WHOR and her FUCKTO-- -FIMFiction.net</title>

Mirria only noticed them due to the red glow.

She descended in her flight, wanting to see whatever was moving so quickly, and was surprised to see a familiar face over the shoulder of the dog. She flew in front of him, gesticulating at him to stop. He did so, if only reticently. She pointed at Mariela.

"She's..." He trailed off, and Mirria nodded knowingly. She walked to the griffon and patted her in the beak for her to wake up.

"Huh...?" Her eyes fluttered open "Who... you? what are you...?"

Mirria pointed at the giant, No time, and at Mariela What happened to you?

"I think..." She coughed blood "Dying, am... I not?" she asked to Quibra.

He didn't answer.

"Take... the bag..." She tapped it "Kill the bastard" Her voice shook with anger.

Mirria took the bag and looked at its contents. She flinched.

"It'll make sense..." She cringed from pain, blood dripping from her beak "Stab it while... close to the fucker"

Mirria angled her head to the right. And if it doesn't work?

"Then we are screwed." she said with finality.

Mirria put on the bag, nodding, and took back to the air. She gave Mariela one last salute before resuming her flight to the giant.

-º-

At some point, the void gave away.

Applejack didn't know how long had it been.

It was a beach, old and forgotten. The only building as far as she could see was a shark nearby, its wood bleached by the sun. Waves crashed against the shore lazily, as if having lost their will to do so long ago and only went through the motions.

There was a forest, in the border of which was the shack. Just to be sure, she checked the inside of the shack.

Most of the floor was covered in sand, and there was a collapsed bed that hadn't seen use in decades. The door was nowhere to be seen.

"Hello?" she asked, not knowing why.

No one answered. She gave the shack one last glance and walked into the forest.

-º-

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is how we do it where I come from," said Nanda, leading the research team, who were pulling from a cart loaded with the cubes. "We don't wait for some magic rainbow to save the day. We kick the ass of what attacks us until it doesn't attack us anymo--" She kicked a stone out of the cart's way. "...Anymore, and then we kick its ass some more just in case."

"Are you sure it'll work?" asked Soday Mint, looking nervously at the pair of giants that now fell, white-emerald flashes alighting the sky every few seconds.

"If it doesn't we are screwed, and if we do nothing we are screwed too. Nothing to loose, the way I see it" She shrugged.

Soday Mint shared looks with the others-- Pandoc, an archivist griffon, seemed to be the most nervous of the group, visibly trembling, and the rest weren't much better.

"Miss? The group is... with all due respect, we are scared shitless, ma'am." he said with all the courtesy he could muster.

Nanda stopped and turned to face them.

"What do you expect me to do, give you a speech? To be inspirational and alight your veins with patriotic flame?" she said, mildly irritated. "I am not forcing anyone to do this. If someone wants to run, do it. But that thing," She pointed at the falling giants. "Has longer legs than all of us put together. I am sure everyone here can get a rough idea of its walking speed. Besides," She grinned, showing too many teeth for an herbivore. "Don't you want stories to tell your families of how you valiantly charged against the enemy the rest ran away from, with naught but your minds to battle its power?"

They shared glances and, out of either practically applied cowardice or desire for glory, kept pulling from the cart.

-º-

Twilight reached the ceiling of what she guessed to be an apartments store. A few residents had seen her, but no one had approached her.

She felt like she was about to collapse. The burns, while nearly healed, still were painful.

How did people bear having wounds open for so long, if even at her currently noticeable speed they were so annoying?

She shoved the question out of her mind, focusing in the falling figures. Spike was bitting the throat of the giant and breathing flame into it, the flesh and cloth seemingly resisting most of the heat.

The giant grabbed Spike by the barrel and, with a jerk of its arms, threw the dragon away.

Now. She only hopped it'd work.

"Small, Big," She managed to say "Small, big" she repeated, her eyes shifting between the empty spaces immediately above and below it.

By the third repetition, her other her caught on and started to repeat it too, the words barely reaching Twilight's perception.

They kept repeating it, trying to synchronize, ripples surging around them from the very try, a fire trying to be alighted...

And, after a few tries, their voices resonated with each other.