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"Come on, come on!" Shank cried as his hooves pounded on the cold concrete floor, his breathing laboured and his chest flaring in pain from the physical exertion of galloping madly.

Vignette, however, wasn't faring any better - he was half-galloping, half-stumbling over his own hooves, gasping with every step, and one wing flopping limply by his side, a trail of blood dripping down onto the ground from a gash in it. Their adrenaline had started wearing off, replaced by pain.

Unfortunately, the danger hadn't completely passed. The deathclaw had only been deterred a little by the sewers, and had been slowed down enough that the two ponies had managed to find a space the creature wouldn't easily fit through.

Shank slowed to a trot, breathing as much as he could, relaxing his body. Vignette staggered a few more steps before his legs buckled under him and he hit the ground with a meaty thump, groaning weakly. The dark green pony trotted up to his friend and, with his magic, helped the injured pegasus up and guided him.

"Thanks..." Vignette croaked, wheezing as he inhaled as much as his sore ribcage would allow him.

"That's what friends are for." Shank replied with a soft smile, one which showed he meant what he said. Vignette returned the smile as best he could.

A loud roar bellowed, followed by some heavy thuds.

"Of fucking course the deathclaw's here." Shank growled as his face took on a deadpan expression.

"Goddess damn that thing's tenacious." Vignette moaned.

A twisting shadow encompassed the wall in front of them, a mockery of a claw raised above them. Shank glanced behind them and, eyes turning to the size of saucers, quickly grabbed Vignette and pushed him as fast as he could, a little bit of his tail being cut cleanly off.

Vignette tried to run, but all he could manage was a half-hearted gallop. Shank had to manage the rest as the deathclaw manouvred through the tight halls, squeezing its bulk through the halls with an ease which started the ponies.

"In there!" Vignette shouted, pointing to a hole in the wall. With a leap, he tumbled through the gap and onto the hard ground beyond it, attempting a roll but failing. Shank escewed such dynamics for a simple landing, though the distance he went was shorter.

The deathclaw's head leaned through, and with another bestial roar swung it's claw wildly. Unfortunately, Shank was close enough to just be grazed by it, gouts of read spraying from the back of his hindlegs as they lost all strength. Shank cried out as he fell, dragging himself forward with his hooves.

Vignette's eyes widened, his pupils growing almost infantesimally small. Time slowed down. His breathing stopped. Shank's screams became muted, replaced, in the pegasus' mind, with the screams of a mare. Fragments of memory flickered into view. A feeling of helplessness washed over him for a second, tears beginning their flow.

Silence.

Shank, meanwhile, clawed his way from the monster, who was tearing at him with its arm, nicking his rear hoof. His eyes looked up at Vignette and he recognised a particular look in his eyes.

Fear? Anger? Rememberance?

Regardless, Vignette's brow lowered down, his lips curling into a frown. His hooves found their strength, and he raised himself up. A kick with his hoof sent the battle-saddle-mounted laser rifle forward, the trigger bit springing out.

"Vignette?" Shank shakily asked, more from terror than pain.

"You..." Vignette's voice was low and icy, as his teeth gripped the trigger. The deathclaw remained unrelenting in its assault.

"Will not." Vignette bit down, sending a beam of red energy out of the barrel of his weapon, striking the deathclaw in the chest.

"Hurt!" Another bolt, this time into the horn. The beast howled in pain. Shank crawled back a little.

"Another!" This time in the arm, the energy cascading across the limb, searing flesh.

"Pony!" Chest again. "Ever!" Arm again.

Vignette paused, his weapon whining as he held the trigger down. His unicorn friend raised his head, seeing the weapon glow brighter and brighter...

"Again!" The pegasus shouted, releasing the trigger. A beam, twice as bright and twice as wide as the others, shot forth, the energy cracking against the head of the deathclaw, a bright aura of red fire swarming over the creature, the air rippling with heat.

The creature let forth another vocalisation, before the fire enveloped its throat. The deathclaw, within minutes, became nothing more than a pair of legs and a pile of ash.

Shank rose, as best he could, up to his hooves, and trotted over to his friend. He noticed he was crying, eyes locked onto where the deathclaw had once been.

"Vignette...?"

Vignette started shaking, eyes unwavering. His weapon remained primed.

"Vignette?" Shank reached a hoof forward.

The pegasus whimpered a little, his lip trembling.

"Vignette!" The dark-green pony shouted, snapping Vignette out of his reverie.

Vignette only looked at him for a few seconds, before the floodgates opened and he half-collapsed, pulling Shank close and sobbing into his shoulder.

"I couldn't save her..." was the only thing Shank could understand, as he reached forward and placed a pair of comforting hooves on the pegasus' shoulder.

This story isn't as well written as I'd like it to be, but hey, at least I wrote something

Not much to say on this one. Enjoy, and let me know what you think

I'll also be making the next part too.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: [link]
Part 11: [link]
Part 12: [link]
Part 13: Here

Deathclaw (c) Bethesda
Shank (c) ~KingOfAllNoobs
Vignette, story and image (c) Me

Description
"Come on, come on!" Shank cried as his hooves pounded on the cold concrete floor, his breathing laboured and his chest flaring in pain from the physical exertion of galloping madly.

Vignette, however, wasn't faring any better - he was half-galloping, half-stumbling over his own hooves, gasping with every step, and one wing flopping limply by his side, a trail of blood dripping down onto the ground from a gash in it. Their adrenaline had started wearing off, replaced by pain.

Unfortunately, the danger hadn't completely passed. The deathclaw had only been deterred a little by the sewers, and had been slowed down enough that the two ponies had managed to find a space the creature wouldn't easily fit through.

Shank slowed to a trot, breathing as much as he could, relaxing his body. Vignette staggered a few more steps before his legs buckled under him and he hit the ground with a meaty thump, groaning weakly. The dark green pony trotted up to his friend and, with his magic, helped the injured pegasus up and guided him.

"Thanks..." Vignette croaked, wheezing as he inhaled as much as his sore ribcage would allow him.

"That's what friends are for." Shank replied with a soft smile, one which showed he meant what he said. Vignette returned the smile as best he could.

A loud roar bellowed, followed by some heavy thuds.

"Of fucking course the deathclaw's here." Shank growled as his face took on a deadpan expression.

"Goddess damn that thing's tenacious." Vignette moaned.

A twisting shadow encompassed the wall in front of them, a mockery of a claw raised above them. Shank glanced behind them and, eyes turning to the size of saucers, quickly grabbed Vignette and pushed him as fast as he could, a little bit of his tail being cut cleanly off.

Vignette tried to run, but all he could manage was a half-hearted gallop. Shank had to manage the rest as the deathclaw manouvred through the tight halls, squeezing its bulk through the halls with an ease which started the ponies.

"In there!" Vignette shouted, pointing to a hole in the wall. With a leap, he tumbled through the gap and onto the hard ground beyond it, attempting a roll but failing. Shank escewed such dynamics for a simple landing, though the distance he went was shorter.

The deathclaw's head leaned through, and with another bestial roar swung it's claw wildly. Unfortunately, Shank was close enough to just be grazed by it, gouts of read spraying from the back of his hindlegs as they lost all strength. Shank cried out as he fell, dragging himself forward with his hooves.

Vignette's eyes widened, his pupils growing almost infantesimally small. Time slowed down. His breathing stopped. Shank's screams became muted, replaced, in the pegasus' mind, with the screams of a mare. Fragments of memory flickered into view. A feeling of helplessness washed over him for a second, tears beginning their flow.

Silence.

Shank, meanwhile, clawed his way from the monster, who was tearing at him with its arm, nicking his rear hoof. His eyes looked up at Vignette and he recognised a particular look in his eyes.

Fear? Anger? Rememberance?

Regardless, Vignette's brow lowered down, his lips curling into a frown. His hooves found their strength, and he raised himself up. A kick with his hoof sent the battle-saddle-mounted laser rifle forward, the trigger bit springing out.

"Vignette?" Shank shakily asked, more from terror than pain.

"You..." Vignette's voice was low and icy, as his teeth gripped the trigger. The deathclaw remained unrelenting in its assault.

"Will not." Vignette bit down, sending a beam of red energy out of the barrel of his weapon, striking the deathclaw in the chest.

"Hurt!" Another bolt, this time into the horn. The beast howled in pain. Shank crawled back a little.

"Another!" This time in the arm, the energy cascading across the limb, searing flesh.

"Pony!" Chest again. "Ever!" Arm again.

Vignette paused, his weapon whining as he held the trigger down. His unicorn friend raised his head, seeing the weapon glow brighter and brighter...

"Again!" The pegasus shouted, releasing the trigger. A beam, twice as bright and twice as wide as the others, shot forth, the energy cracking against the head of the deathclaw, a bright aura of red fire swarming over the creature, the air rippling with heat.

The creature let forth another vocalisation, before the fire enveloped its throat. The deathclaw, within minutes, became nothing more than a pair of legs and a pile of ash.

Shank rose, as best he could, up to his hooves, and trotted over to his friend. He noticed he was crying, eyes locked onto where the deathclaw had once been.

"Vignette...?"

Vignette started shaking, eyes unwavering. His weapon remained primed.

"Vignette?" Shank reached a hoof forward.

The pegasus whimpered a little, his lip trembling.

"Vignette!" The dark-green pony shouted, snapping Vignette out of his reverie.

Vignette only looked at him for a few seconds, before the floodgates opened and he half-collapsed, pulling Shank close and sobbing into his shoulder.

"I couldn't save her..." was the only thing Shank could understand, as he reached forward and placed a pair of comforting hooves on the pegasus' shoulder.

This story isn't as well written as I'd like it to be, but hey, at least I wrote something

Not much to say on this one. Enjoy, and let me know what you think

I'll also be making the next part too.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: [link]
Part 11: [link]
Part 12: [link]
Part 13: Here

Deathclaw (c) Bethesda
Shank (c) ~KingOfAllNoobs
Vignette, story and image (c) Me