Dusty quietly spoke, "Azrael needs somepony to meet him in the Everfree. He specifically requested you or Blackout. The neural message came in distorted, like he was barely focusing on sending it. I've no idea why." Azrael made more progress. He kept pushing, actually screaming as he tore his own skin and muscle.
"Huh. I head right out there." Heart Song got the location from Dusty and galloped for the Everfree, catching up to Az a half hour later. "Oh my... what in the name of the Hivemother are you doing?! Stop!"
Rush looked at Mat, "..... None of your business, don't worry, everything is cool." Mat sighed, "Sure... sure it is, Rush."
Azrael had gotten about half way through tearing his sturdy flesh and bone, lung slightly exposed. "I have-Agh! An... atomic bomb fused with my... my *squee!*ing bones!"
"Well... *squee!*." She ran closer, taking a look at the bomb. "A little over eleven hours. That's good. We have time. Stop tearing yourself apart. It won't help. We need to get you to the hospital."
"You'll forgive me for not wanting to bring an atomic bomb to a hospital. I know I'm no saint, but give me a..." He jerked the bomb again. "LITTLE credit! I need to know who made it. And... mmph! And give it back."
*neoshadow sticks his head over the booth* "Perhaps I could be of assistance? It would be unfortunate if this place was leveled"
Blacky walked into the bar as he normally did, expecting to order his usual curries and Lemmys. "Hey guys," he said as he trotted over and sat on one of the stools.
"I'm pretty good. Dusty's such a sweet stallion. Little birthday present, last night he let..." Maya looked around, leaned over the counter, and whispered the rest into Blacky's ear.
His eyes widened at Maya's birthday gift. "Whoa... I wish I could find a mare who would do all that to me!" he responded quietly.
"Got it, hot stuff.~" Maya vanished into the kitchen. Dusty kept his eyes shut, focusing hard on something. "Oh, my..."
Blacky couldn't help but notice Dusty focusing hard. "Looks like whatever you're focusing on must be quite intriguing."
Dusty opened his eyes and looked at Blackened seriously. "Azrael has a superweapon fused to his shoulder. He is ripping his foreleg off to avoid the explosion. And inwardly, he wants to find the pony who made it, open them, and leave the bomb inside of them."
