“How’d you get in here?” Deadeyess scowled, staring down at me. I had three magical energy weapons pointed at my head (although the big, brutish pony to Deadeyess’s left looked like he’d rather kill me with his teeth).

“I...” Dammit, think! Watcher might call honesty a virtue, but sometimes the ability to lie your tail off is a virtue too. “...used magic. I am a unicorn, after all.” I felt a rush of relief -- that had sounded plausible. Even I might have bought it if I didn’t already know how much I suck at spells.

Fallout:Equestria - Chapter Eleven: Factions