“Attention, Enclave personnel!” a new mare’s voice burst into my ear as the Enclave military frequency crackled to life once again. “This is Acting Commander Red Glare of the Raptor Nimbostratus. Commander Winters has been relieved of his command. As of this moment, you take your orders from me.”
The fury of the battle waned a moment, many Enclave soldiers pausing to listen and reload.
“This battle is over. I am invoking the Shutterflight Protocol. All Enclave forces are to withdraw immediately and assist.”
And just like that, it was over.
The Enclave soldiers stopped. Turned their heads to the sunny blue of the sky above. And then, almost as one, flew upwards and away from us. Like demons fleeing hell.
It took the ponies of New Appleloosa several minutes to stop firing at them. But the pegasi were fast, and all but one had managed to get out of range before the townsfolk could strike them down from below. That single mare came pirouetting downwards like a falling shadow. She hit a rain barrel, smashing it, her blood tinting the irradiated water as it rushed away from her.
Grand Pegasus Enclave officer Red Glare, taking decisive action in the battle!
