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All glory to Darkcat 613
But the armored caribou was not touched by either the x-ray squall or the plasma. His armor seemed to absorb energy.
However, Infantrymen did not care about this.
Ortega and three troops jumped, stretching out along the chain of shackled equas. The sergeant landed right in front of the “hero” at the last moment, maneuvering his engines, avoiding the slash of a sword. The same shiny and showy as the armor of the caribou.
Which tried to reach Ortega again,but the sergeant was faster, once again dodging and hitting razer’s forearm on the blade’s side. The caribou lost a fraction of a second on this, which was enough for the old soldier to stab him in the neck with a bayonet.
The vibroknife howled briefly, turning the surrounding flesh into mush and cutting the vertebral column like a rotten stick.
The “Hero” died on the spot, collapsing like a bag.
Soldiers accompanying the sergeant gave a couple of short bursts to the city guard patrol who appeared on the street, sending them to Faust, and combined the force fields with Ortega, covering the shackled. On the other side of the street, four infantrymen also deployed a collective shield, covering the rescue team.
A series of muffled pops rang out over the street as smoke grenades launched, hiding everything that was happening in a thick gray veil. However, for the visors of humans and rebel equas, equipped with the same Earth armor, this was not a hindrance.
Under the cover of the shock team and smokes, thrity equas, a medic and an engineer ran up to the chained rebels, who had been so unsuccessfully caught earlier and had been so happily delivered to Applusa at the time of the attack. The specialist braked closer to the tail of the chain with a roll, throwing out his hand with the MPT in the direction of the shackled.
Force fields, driven by the union of will and quantum components, were projected onto chains, shackle pins, collars, cutting through forged metal like oil. It took Simonov a fraction of a second to release one equa, and he switched to the next, working like an automaton.
The underground mares from the Applusa cell did not have the experience and speed of the engineer, but there were more of them. Where Simonov managed to unchain five, equas release ten, pulling them to their feet and supporting exhausted prisoners.
Liberated, deafened by the shooting, blinded in the smoke, grabbed at the silhouettes that called out with the ringing voices of their comrades. They clung with a desperate grip to the sleeves and shoulders of armored jumpsuits, groping their way out of the smoke. The medic was moving among the released, injecting painkillers and stimulants so that the equas, tormented and exhausted in captivity, could give at least some speed on the march.
This is fragment of my rehabilitation story to Fall of Equestria
You can read it by the links
First chapter
Second chapter
Third chapter
Fourth chapter
Fifth chapter
Sixth chapter
And a little insert
And chapter, contains scenery from art in progress
All glory to Darkcat 613
But the armored caribou was not touched by either the x-ray squall or the plasma. His armor seemed to absorb energy.
However, Infantrymen did not care about this.
Ortega and three troops jumped, stretching out along the chain of shackled equas. The sergeant landed right in front of the “hero” at the last moment, maneuvering his engines, avoiding the slash of a sword. The same shiny and showy as the armor of the caribou.
Which tried to reach Ortega again,but the sergeant was faster, once again dodging and hitting razer’s forearm on the blade’s side. The caribou lost a fraction of a second on this, which was enough for the old soldier to stab him in the neck with a bayonet.
The vibroknife howled briefly, turning the surrounding flesh into mush and cutting the vertebral column like a rotten stick.
The “Hero” died on the spot, collapsing like a bag.
Soldiers accompanying the sergeant gave a couple of short bursts to the city guard patrol who appeared on the street, sending them to Faust, and combined the force fields with Ortega, covering the shackled. On the other side of the street, four infantrymen also deployed a collective shield, covering the rescue team.
A series of muffled pops rang out over the street as smoke grenades launched, hiding everything that was happening in a thick gray veil. However, for the visors of humans and rebel equas, equipped with the same Earth armor, this was not a hindrance.
Under the cover of the shock team and smokes, thrity equas, a medic and an engineer ran up to the chained rebels, who had been so unsuccessfully caught earlier and had been so happily delivered to Applusa at the time of the attack. The specialist braked closer to the tail of the chain with a roll, throwing out his hand with the MPT in the direction of the shackled.
Force fields, driven by the union of will and quantum components, were projected onto chains, shackle pins, collars, cutting through forged metal like oil. It took Simonov a fraction of a second to release one equa, and he switched to the next, working like an automaton.
The underground mares from the Applusa cell did not have the experience and speed of the engineer, but there were more of them. Where Simonov managed to unchain five, equas release ten, pulling them to their feet and supporting exhausted prisoners.
Liberated, deafened by the shooting, blinded in the smoke, grabbed at the silhouettes that called out with the ringing voices of their comrades. They clung with a desperate grip to the sleeves and shoulders of armored jumpsuits, groping their way out of the smoke. The medic was moving among the released, injecting painkillers and stimulants so that the equas, tormented and exhausted in captivity, could give at least some speed on the march.
This is fragment of my rehabilitation story to Fall of Equestria
You can read it by the links
First chapter
Second chapter
Third chapter
Fourth chapter
Fifth chapter
Sixth chapter
And a little insert
And chapter, contains scenery from art in progress
Source
not provided yet
lol, “we may be mowed down by the enemy” really isn’t something anyone would say when fighting the caribou, particularly not when your side has modern day weaponry. That’s honestly giving the caribou far too much credit. It’s honestly going to be more like “guys, I know fighting the caribou is essentially punching down, but think of the mares”.
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BROTHERS!
we may be mowed down by the enemy, BUT WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP THE FREEDOM OF OUR BROTHERS AND FRIEND UP NORTH AND EAST! WE WILL FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN STANDING!
Large “Ura” are shouted across the Mankind & Equestria Royal Guard Remnant trenchs, it’s Now or Never
Possible, but that wasn’t quite my point. The image shows the sword hitting the weapon, but judging from the sword’s length and position, it should have hit the arm or maybe even the body. Heck, even if you disregard the sword, the caribou’s arm alone is longer than the distance between his shoulders and where it hit.
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i doubt a steel sword would cut a polymeter composite of kevlar armor easily, if the human was fast enough, it would hit the protected areas, and probably the under suit is armored soo the caribou had no chance in winning that fight
And a little insert
Hm.
Yes, swords lenght is enough. But.
First, the sword was knocked aside on an upward strike, look at the sparks on the forearm. The suit has powerful servos and an artificial muscle system, so the sword flew far away.
Secondly, the armor suit of the 24th century is somehow stronger than modern armor. He can withstand a sword strike himself.
Third, to get to the armor itself, you need to deplete the protective field. And Harwald didn’t have time for that.
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Yes, but Ortega also took a gun.
@Background Pony #C67D
Well, if I remember correctly, Applusa is located on the prairies. So the color scheme of the landscape is quite appropriate.