I focused, lifting first the zebra rifle and then the poison dart gun, floating one to each side of me.  I hadn’t been prepared for mechanical owls or swarms of sprite-bots or bloodwings.  But I had planned for manticores.  The bars just made this easier.  The only way they could get at me was above.

I slid into S.A.T.S.   I’d never used two weapons like this before, but how hard could it be?  The poison from a manticore’s tail was paralyzing to ponies, fatal with enough of a dose.  I didn’t know if the manticores had any immunity to their own sting; if not, the poison should slow them at least.  Bullets enchanted with fire should do the rest.

I reloaded the clip on the zebra rifle and began to choose targets.

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Picking the lock to my cell would definitely have been easier without the dead manticore in the cage with me.  But I managed.

That manticore had been the only one to land inside my cell before I could kill it.  The poisoned darts did no more to the manticores than to the sprite-bots and owls, so I had tossed it aside for Little Macintosh.  The manticore had managed to rake me rather badly, leaving several bloody gashes across my breast, before Little Macintosh filled it full of noisy death.

The dart gun and the zebra rifle were quiet.  Little Macintosh was loud.  But then, burning manticores were loud too.  The factory was now filled with smoke and the smell of cooked manticore meat.


Fallout: Equestria Chapter 17