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"It's been four hours, Static, and they aren't back yet. I haven't heard a single explosion either, if they were fine then Twintails would've at least fired off one of those warheads for fun by now…" Night Strike darted determinedly about her house, eventually finding and pulling out the long-loved grenade rifle from under her bed. She undid the locking mechanism to let the barrel fall forwards and open itself, her free hoof pulling the golden-tipped grenade out of the breech, casting it aside. For his part, the earth pony stood in the doorway only let off a nervous whinny.

"Well, maybe they just went home, you ever think that might be an option? I'm sure if we just went over to Twintails and Minty's place, we'd probably just find them warming up in front of the fire, or something." Static moved aside as the dark-colored pegasus headed out and over to the kitchen, the table a mess with cotton fluff, silverware, black powder, and coiled red discs. He blunk a few times, looking over the impromptu chemistry mess. "U-uh… don't suppose you were trying to cook dinner when you started worrying about where they were?"

Night Strike gave her head a shake as she looked over the table, pushing some of the clutter aside, until she grabbed hold of a brass cylinder stuffed to the brim with knives and forks, and cotton to keep it all firmly packed. Conveniently, the way that they were arranged meant that all of the cutlery would fit quite snugly down the barrel of Thumper. "Cordite and improvised anti-dragon rounds won't make themselves, Static. I've only got two put together so far, if they aren't enough…" The pegasus paused, her wings relaxing slightly as she let loose a sigh. "I'm… sorry for the mess, Static. But Twintails, Minty, and Featherweight are still out there, and if it means I'm gonna have to put down a dragon to save them, I need to do it. It's my fault they went out there in the first place."

Static stood silent for a moment in the kitchen doorway, watching as Night Strike resumed gathering the rounds up. He stepped up to her as she slipped one of the two into her jacket pocket, lifting a hoof to place it around her neck, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Strikey, it was not your fault that they went out there. They would have known what they'd be getting into, and you shouldn't blame yourself for what they decided to do." The pegasus paused, holding the second round in front of herself, before reaching forth and picking up the grenade rifle.

She made for the doorway, Static following her out, finding just enough time to turn on the front light before they left completely. Night Strike gave her wings a flap, putting herself into a hover as she undid the latch again, the breech of the rifle awaiting the improvised ammunition. Snow crunched underhoof as Static caught up with her, drawing her attention as she held the first round out at the ready. "Night Strike, please, just… please try and talk to him first, before using Thumper. I… I really don't think he'd hurt them, we shouldn't hurt him either."

The chill night air filled her lungs as she drew in a breath, letting it out in a cloudy sigh. With a quiet clinking, she slipped the readied round into Thumper's breech, shutting the rifle but also ensuring the safety was left on. Dropping back to the snow below, she turned to face the earth pony, fitting the grenade rifle securely on her back as her eyes met his. "Alright. I promise I will, Static… for you." Leaning in, she gave him a soft, gentle kiss, before turning about again and taking off.

Let him talk first… well, she would certainly try to listen.

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Posted previously at: 2017-12-14T04:51:08 | Posted previously by: the-furry-railfan