Rashall simply nodded, "I'll be above the door and drop down on any more that try to force their way through," he says with an evil looking smile.
Fernleaf shook her head. "Is it really necessary to kill them? We have no idea why they're even doing this, they could be slaves for all we know! That gun you obtained is made of metal, I'm sure a good crack on the head could put anypony unconscious." She got up and examined the barrel. "Yes, just hit them with it, there's no need for anypony to die."
"She's got a point." Short fuse said walking to the side of the cell. "Whatever mess we are in now isn't going to get any better if we kill somepony. Then they will have a reason to lock us up."
"Do you want to get out? We aren't going to get out of here without killing a few of them. And what does it matter of we give them a reason, they locked us up without one so I don't think it will matter."
Dark heard the door being unlocked, "Alright, they're coming!" Dark went up next to the door and held the rifle with her wings, the door opened and Dark fired a shot point blank into a guard's head.
Grey Mane watched, still smiling, as the guard fell. She wondered if he would have a knife on him, and decided to check his body once he landed on the ground.
Rashall leaped down between to other guard who stood there in shock of their fallen comrade. As he dropped down he kicked one way then the next landing blows into their sides and sending them against the far wall in the adjoining room. "Out Cold, doubt they'll be up in time to catch us," says Rashall walking up to one of the guards he had taken out.
"Alright, get what you need and let's move out!" Dark said, scavenging the guards for ammo for her rifle.
Grey thought she found a knife, picking it up. It reminded her of Rage Fang, but had no powerfull magic... "This will do for now."
Fernleaf somberly stepped out of the cage, taking time to steer as clear from the body located in the doorway as possible. She let out a deep sigh and averted as much attention from the bodies as possible. "I suppose the deed is done. I would much rather learn their story first..." she trailed off as realization hit her like a frying pan. They weren't going to get out without first splitting a few heads. It was totally inevetable. "I guess we have no choice, just leave me out of the senseless murders."
"They aren't senseless, and they aren't murders. Or maybe I've just been in the military too long." Dark said to Fernleaf as they escaped the cell, entering a white hallway that lead in two directions and looked identical at both ends, "These ponies sure do have an astictic for white and sterile." Dark remarked, "Which way?"
"Let me interrogate one next time, I have done that in years should be fun well for me that is," says Rashall with an evil smile, "As to which way we I thought you new Dark."
Dark looked at Rashall questioninly, "One: We don't have time for an interrogation, but we could find the pony in charge of this place and get some well desivered revenge, and 2: I'm just as in the dark about this place as any of you. But let's just go right and see where we end up."
Grey Mane coughed. There was something they had forgotten. "What about that orange "wonderbolt" they took out of the cell? Should we find him, or just escape?"
'Well so much for don't kill anypony.' Short thought to himself. "Besides the fact you just killed somepony your probably scarring the little filly."
