From the height of the Luna Line, we were too far for S.A.T.S. to effectively lock on, so I trailed the scope in front of the first raider -- a mottled brown and grey pony with a cutie mark of a skull with burning eyes -- aiming for where he was about to be as Calamity instructed.

“Good, now keep ‘er steady an’ squeeze out a burst.”

I magically pulled the trigger.  Three shots spat out of the scoped zebra assault carbine.  Silenced weapons, I learned, were not really silent; but the dampened sound was lost in the wind, and the weight of the silencer helped soften the recoil and keep the rifle on target between bullets.

The raider pony burst into flame.  He fell to the ground, screaming and thrashing.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 16