Blue vines erupted from the ground in a shower of dirt and grass.  Lashes of twisting, sinister ivy flailed after their victim.  One of the blue vines brushed Xenith.

Suddenly there was so much blood.

The zebra’s body seemed to explode in sick gouts of hot crimson.  It was as if each of her stripes had been flensed off her body, leaving gaping wounds of blood and meat.

The vines went after Velvet.  Xenith collapsed with a wet thump and a barely audible moan, bleeding to death in a growing pool of dark red.

I had no time to think.  I acted instinctively, in desperation drawing on the darkest strings of power.  Xenith’s blood pulled itself from the grass, dripping upwards, swirling.  If I could form a blade, I could form a cast.  I spun the blood about her, hardening it into a full-body cast, leaving only her flayed muzzle exposed so that she could breathe.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 42