S.A.T.S. locked onto the slaver coming through the window on my left.  At this range, I could hardly miss.  Unfortunately, neither could they!  Velvet Remedy’s horn glowed as I fired into the chest of my first target, once and again.  His armor stopped much of the damage, but it knocked him back, his own shot grazing my cheek.  I turned to the second, but not quickly enough to stop him from swinging his magically enhanced sledgehammer right into my ribcage!  The pain was blinding!  I could hear ribs snapping under my armor!

My squeal of pain did not stop him from bringing down a second blow across my back.  Ditzy Doo’s armor dissipated the blow across my body, saving me from a broken back and a very short, paralyzed life.

Calamity had fired off a double-shot from his battle saddle, tearing gaping holes in one of the slaver ponies coming in on his side.  Bloody innards splattered across the bed, wall and window.
The last went for Velvet Remedy.  Oh Goddess, why wasn’t she wearing armor?  I watched in horror from the floor as the slaver sank his combat knife deep into her shoulder, barely missing her neck.  Blood gushed around the blade and turned her charcoal coat a wet black.  Her spell imploded, the magic radiating from her horn fading away in an instant.

I started to get up, crying out again as bright agony slashed through me with fiery fingers.  My targeting spell was still refreshing, but my first opponent had already recovered and was bringing his gun to bear.  The pony with the sledgehammer swung again, intent on pummeling me into submission: the submission of a corpse.

Calamity fired.  The armor that had spared the slaver from my combat shotgun was not equal to my companion’s powerful rifles.  The slaver who had stabbed Velvet grasped the hilt of the knife in her teeth, intent on pulling the blade out of the wounded singer, but Velvet’s horn glowed once again, a telekinetic light enveloping the knife.  It was simple, weak telekinesis, holding the blade.  But it kept the pony from sliding out the blade as easily as she expected, and that briefest pause gave Calamity enough time to turn his barrels on her.  He fired again, and Velvet was splattered with wet bits of the other pony.

I was in so much pain; my vision blurred heavily.  I was having trouble drawing breath.  But at least now, it was (I thought hopefully) only  three-on-one.  But as the slaver raised his sledge hammer over my head, the door burst open.  The white unicorn, standing just outside the door, opened fire with pink magical energy.

With a flash from my horn, sledgehammer pony found himself pushed away, becoming an impromptu shield.  An eyeblink later, he was glowing pink dust.

Now it really was three-on-one.  And while I had to fight through my pain to fire, my targeting spell had finally returned and S.A.T.S. guided my shots.  And Calamity needed no aid at all.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 8