@Exedrus
 
[bq=“Datte-Before-Dawn”]@Pagan

Is that a modernized blunderbuss? XD

@Pagan  
Heh  
I’ve been told my dialogue is pretty swood

@Datte-Before-Dawn  
Damn that alone almost makes me want to read this fic.

@Pagan  
Plum (grenade rifle pone) just shot the unicorn’s companion, and is about to shoot it again.  
Unicorn comes at her, begs her to stop, and they can fix everything.
 
|| “Plum!” screamed Leaky as she ran out of the hole that used to be the shed’s door. Her eyes were wide in abject horror as she shakily held her pistol in her telekinesis. “Please! Stop! Don’t do this!”
 
Plum held her weapon steadily pointed at bleeding, whimpering mountain of death. “You probably think the worst of me right now, eh, dearie?”
 
Leaky gingerly stepped closer, pistol raised to the only friend she had made in the Outside. “Please… Plum… Stop. We can still do this. We can still make everything right.”
 
The mayor faltered slightly and re-aimed her rifle at the beast. “You don’t get it… they’re comin’ in the mornin’. Your people can’t get here fast enough. If they get here and see that all the children are gone… They’ll attack. My people would die, and all I’ve sacrificed would have been pointless.”
 
The mob had dispersed back to the safety of their homes by now, save those wounded on the ground, shouting in agony.
 
Her lip trembled as she offered a weak smile. “I don’t have anything left to sacrifice, Leaky.”
 
Leaky slowly lowered her pistol. “I’m begging you, Plum… It can’t be like this.”
 
Plum blinked away the tears slowly building in her eyes. “Hey now. No regrets, right? Not even in the face of armageddon?”||

I’ve never read this one, what’s happening here?