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THOONK… Pow!
The snow that blanketed the ground around went up in a large plume as the small ball of explosive metal impacted and detonated, a grin forming on the muzzle of the pegasus that was watching through a pair of binoculars. The padded batpony sat beside her with the grenade rifle relaxed, aiming the barrel upwards towards the roof, smoke still leaking out of it. “How was that?”
“Right on the mark, far as I can tell. Told you that thing on the barrel was more than just for looks, you’ll be poofin’ padding from a third of a kilometer away before long. Or fwhoompin’ ponies, depending on the ammo.” The pegasus returned a grin as she lowered the binoculars, looking back to the duffel bag beside her and rummaging through for another round. The barrel of the grenade rifle dropped as the batpony undid the latch, the spent casing ejecting out onto the ground. A full-gold round was passed over to her, the pegasus letting off a small chuckle. “We’re lucky that Twintails makes sure all the rounds have the same muzzle velocity, keeps that ladder sight accurate. Just wish he would remember to tell people about the fact you can aim with the thing…”
The fresh round slipped into the breech of the rifle, the barrel clicking into place as the batpony returned it to battery, holding it across her body in a relaxed pose. She shuffled on her thick padding for a moment, looking down at the gun in her hooves. “So, you guys sure have a lotta different flavors of bang, don’tcha? Plush, pooltoy, under-inflated pooltoy, fluff-bang, and that P-235 stuff… got me wondering. You guys take requests?”
A confused look crossed the pegasus’ face as she rested back on her haunches, a bottle of soda being pulled from her duffel bag. “What, like for different round effects? Or…”
“Eh… not quite. I know I got a buttmark for being accurate with aiming, but you guys are the ones with way more experience delivering these poofy bombs and whatever. Wondering if you might be able to make a delivery to someone for me.” The batpony adjusted the ladder sight to a lower range setting, looking out across the range for a moment. Her gaze traveled over towards the southern side, just barely able to see the edge of a fairly infamous forest nearby the small town. “Got a friend who lives out in the Everfree, in a treehouse. Shouldn’t be too hard to find from the air, I bet. You think you could toss a good-size fluff-bang at ‘im? Down his chimney, through a window or something?”
The batpony took aim with the grenade rifle again, focusing downrange at an earlier crater, while a smirk came across the pegasus’ muzzle. She had been meaning to see how accurate she was when bombing with the Swallow… The grenade rifle resounded with another loud THOONK, the expansive explosive projectile sailing through the air. “Yeah, I think I can arrange something…”
Pow!
The snow that blanketed the ground around went up in a large plume as the small ball of explosive metal impacted and detonated, a grin forming on the muzzle of the pegasus that was watching through a pair of binoculars. The padded batpony sat beside her with the grenade rifle relaxed, aiming the barrel upwards towards the roof, smoke still leaking out of it. “How was that?”
“Right on the mark, far as I can tell. Told you that thing on the barrel was more than just for looks, you’ll be poofin’ padding from a third of a kilometer away before long. Or fwhoompin’ ponies, depending on the ammo.” The pegasus returned a grin as she lowered the binoculars, looking back to the duffel bag beside her and rummaging through for another round. The barrel of the grenade rifle dropped as the batpony undid the latch, the spent casing ejecting out onto the ground. A full-gold round was passed over to her, the pegasus letting off a small chuckle. “We’re lucky that Twintails makes sure all the rounds have the same muzzle velocity, keeps that ladder sight accurate. Just wish he would remember to tell people about the fact you can aim with the thing…”
The fresh round slipped into the breech of the rifle, the barrel clicking into place as the batpony returned it to battery, holding it across her body in a relaxed pose. She shuffled on her thick padding for a moment, looking down at the gun in her hooves. “So, you guys sure have a lotta different flavors of bang, don’tcha? Plush, pooltoy, under-inflated pooltoy, fluff-bang, and that P-235 stuff… got me wondering. You guys take requests?”
A confused look crossed the pegasus’ face as she rested back on her haunches, a bottle of soda being pulled from her duffel bag. “What, like for different round effects? Or…”
“Eh… not quite. I know I got a buttmark for being accurate with aiming, but you guys are the ones with way more experience delivering these poofy bombs and whatever. Wondering if you might be able to make a delivery to someone for me.” The batpony adjusted the ladder sight to a lower range setting, looking out across the range for a moment. Her gaze traveled over towards the southern side, just barely able to see the edge of a fairly infamous forest nearby the small town. “Got a friend who lives out in the Everfree, in a treehouse. Shouldn’t be too hard to find from the air, I bet. You think you could toss a good-size fluff-bang at ‘im? Down his chimney, through a window or something?”
The batpony took aim with the grenade rifle again, focusing downrange at an earlier crater, while a smirk came across the pegasus’ muzzle. She had been meaning to see how accurate she was when bombing with the Swallow… The grenade rifle resounded with another loud THOONK, the expansive explosive projectile sailing through the air. “Yeah, I think I can arrange something…”
Pow!
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