I looked up at the barrels.  My horn flared again, wrapping one of them in a magical field.  But the barrel was securely fastened to the cage ceiling, and my telekinesis was not strong enough to tear it free.

Stern seemed to glean that I was up to something because she unslung her anti-machine rifle.  “Finish it!” the griffin demanded.  Couldn’t Stern at least call Xenith ‘her’?

My mind flashed to the memory of how the barrels opened.  I didn’t need to pull them down, just flip the latches.  Latches were easy.

My horn glowed brightly.

Stern pulled her anti-machine rifle forward and peered at me through its scope.  “Finish it now!”

The latches on the barrels sprung open.  All of them.

My PipBuck clickclickclicked urgently.  True to Number Four’s predictions, most of the barrels held glowing green sludge.  And weapons.  The barrel’s released their contents, raining down implements of death.  A magical-energy lance, a sword, a chainsaw (a chainsaw!?) and even a couple firearms.  I let them fall where the barrels dropped them.  It was the sludge I wanted.

The luminescent goop was barely translucent.  I spun it around and over the inside of the cage, creating a glowing green curtain, thin as film but enough to obscure me inside.  I didn’t want any of those griffins or guard slavers to be able to take shots at me.  Immediately, I galloped into a new position; as I predicted, Stern fired a shot at where I had just been standing.


Fallout: Equestria Chapter 26