Explosions!

The world around me was rent apart by a cacophony of violent light and bombastic sound, shocking heat following a roar beyond the might of thunder.  The twilight darkness was annihilated by too-bright brilliance.

Time slowed to a crawl, as if sensory overload was causing my own brain to lag.  Fire and shrapnel tore at me, sparks of pain igniting all over my body.  The roar that filled the world died with a high-pitched whine as I lost my hearing.  I was rooted in place, unable to make my body move.  Blood splattered across my face as the pseudo-goddess standing in front of me tore apart, the parts of her body savagely flung in every direction.

I felt myself thrown to the ground.  Velvet Remedy covered me with her body, her shield forming around us with aching slowness.  I could feel a sticky warmth as her blood seeped down, mixing with mine.  Only belatedly did I realize that I was not the one being attacked.  The second pseudo-goddess was turning, wide-eyed as she brought up her own magical shield.  But it was too late for her; the rapid-fire explosions that were killing Velvet Remedy and me just by proximity were ripping directly into the creature.  The pseudo-goddess’s shield rippled, fluctuated and died before it could fully manifest.  Then she too was consumed in a mutilating blaze.

Time snapped back as the rain of explosions momentarily stopped.  My vision was warped with afterimages of the creatures, their obliterating bodies flash-burned into my sight.  My ears still heard nothing but a distant, nauseating buzz.  But now I could see the source of the massive attack.   And I had seen this thing before.  It was the poster from the recruitment center, come to life before us.  A pony completely concealed in steel-grey armor, even its tail.  It was a mighty relic from the war, a “Steel Ranger”.  A bright lamp on its forehead spotlighted its target, and the huge gun on the right side of its monstrous battle saddle began to fire again.

But the last pseudo-goddess had been given plenty of time to bring up her shield as her sisters were slaughtered.  And the explosions -- which I now saw were metal apples similar to those I had used on the dragon, only being fired at terrifying speed -- detonated against the shield while she stood inside, looking cozy, unconcerned, and only mildly pissed.  The flames illuminated her midnight-blue coat and sickly green hair, and made her eyes sparkle like gateways to hell.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 14