I telekinetically threw the doors open, my targeting spell locking on to each soldier as I saw them.  An Enclave maneframe dominated the room.  Cables snaked off of it, crawling into the backsides of cloud-interface terminals that sat glowing on surrounding cocktail tables.  The room was cold.  A row of windows lined the right wall opposite the bar on the left.  A couple were still intact, but most had been boarded up.  Poorly.  Enclave infantry were standing guard, both on this floor and along the balcony above.  Grey-clad officers and technician ponies in yellow dresses darted about, rarely landing.  Most were headed for the stairs.

Two Enclave soldiers stood ready just inside the door.  They were the first to react.  I was faster.

BLAM!  BLAM!  The first went down.  BLAM!  BLAM!  The third shot killed the other door guard, the fourth bullet burying itself into a corpse.

Two shots to the head of each opponent.  Two, in case one missed or just failed to kill.  Two shots and move on to the next.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 41