Purple light speared my reinforced Canterlot barding, knifing into my flank.  The armor dispersed most of the magical energy, but that didn’t stop the searing pain.  Physical hurt gave way to something deeper as I realized the shot had struck my cutie mark, possibly doing permanent damage.  I wailed.  I’d never loved my cutie mark, but the idea that I might have just lost it, even on just one of my flanks, was an excruciating cut to my soul.

It was all I could do to keep from stripping off my armor to see what damage the hellhound’s shot had done.  With a voice filled with emotion, I screamed back at Reggie, “We can’t stay here!”  We didn’t need to hold still.  We needed to move very, very fast.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 42