The wounded stallion crawls for the corner, away from Brazen. Very far away from Brazen. There is a look not unlike a that of a foal caught in some disobedient by the teacher on his face. To his eyes, Brazen is war incarnate, at least for the moment. He slowly raises his hooves, keeping them far away from his belt and the weapons stashed there.

The one remaining mare, however, makes a break for the door. She almost makes it too, but Brazen's shot limits her mobility just enough. "Ho! Ho!' she calls down the hall, "We got trouble here!" Could these be the last words she will ever say? Find out next post on Harrier Squad Z.