Rainbow Dash reached up to shield her eyes from the smoke, the flashing lights, and the spray from the sprinklers. Her ears rang from the sound of the gunfire. She estimated there were three enemy combatants, but it could be as many as five. The M1911 pistol she brought with her seemed almost helpless going against the automatic weapons the enemies carried. Furthermore she couldn’t shake the feelings of guilt that came with shooting at other people, even if they were actively trying to kill her. Adding to her sense of defenselessness was the black dress she wore to the dinner party. Rarity said it would be beautiful, but now it was a hindrance, drenched from the sprinklers and clung uncomfortably to her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, yet as she moved into battle with steely resolve, she had only one thought going through her mind:

“I have to protect my friends.”