You test the ground quick, making sure that you're not going to fall through the road and into some pit of boiling magma. The ground seems to actually push back nicely… your hoof barely sinks in at all.>>117240>>117243>>117244>>117259
You take a few steps forward in front of the armored regiment. The trigger happy Diamond Dog stares you down with a cocky grin. "What's that you were saying?" He pulls back a large bolt on the back of the gun.
"Last night, you shot a pony and a dragon. They were merely sent to the hospital."
"Is that so?!" Rover calls down from above.
"Yes! Your big gun only hurt them a little bit. When a much bigger creature comes along, what are you going to do when it doesn't hurt them at a-"
You hear a thunderous report. The guards lower their heads and brace themselves. You flinch, but immediately notice that the 'sandbags' are hanging in the air. In the full light, you see that they're hoof sized burlap bags. You can see bumpy rocks making small dents all over the outside of the bag's skin.
Rover leans over to see the bags hanging in the air. "Cursed ponies!" He flips the large, wooden barrel end of the massive gun over. He pulls the bolt back and aims at you again.
You see the bags drop in preparation to catch the new projectile. You hear this report, only this time it's accompanied by a rushing sound… the ground is covered in these brilliant, sharp looking crystals.
Turning around, you see several guards with the projectiles sticking out of their armor. One of them is holding his forehooves. He's pulled back into the armored crowd.
"Retreat!" The Mayor calls out. The small huddle starts hightailing it back towards Ponyville. You can hear Rover laughing up in the tower.
As you back up, you can hear a crunching noise coming from various parts of your back. Feeling around, you crack off a couple of crystals. Amazingly, they seem to have embedded themselves into your stony skin…
"Shoo!" Rover flicks his wrist your way a few times before pulling the bolt back on the gun once more.