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“Pfft, please, Night Strike, I’d be a far worse price negotiator if it was obvious when I’m ripping people off. Gold like that is worth at least 25, 30 caps an ounce, he simply should have been more informed of the asking price when bartering.” Night Strike’s smile faded and she shook her head, the bell above the store door ringing as we stepped inside.

“You can be a really stingy asshole sometimes, you know?” I simply grinned, trotting over to one of the display tables to examine the wares. That’s what I do best, Strikey. I picked up a rather cumbersome looking revolver, various wires and lights secured in the metal side of the weapon, a few familiar-looking parts for handling plasma catching my eyes. Huh, I thought Sulfur didn’t deal in energy guns. The unicorn mare herself stepped out of a back room, the smell of burnt powder wafting through the air as she did, a grin falling on her face.

“Hey guys, it’s been a while since you’ve stopped in! I’ve got some new stuff in stock, you might like this,” Waving myself and Night Strike over, she lifted up an old hunting rifle, the stock wrapped up with a very old flag. “Supposedly this one’s some relic of the great pre-equestrian war between unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies, but I kinda have my doubts. Definitely is older than anything else I’ve seen before, though, and it’s got the old unicorn nation’s symbol engraved in it, look!” She levitated over the gun, dropping it in my hooves. The gun suddenly began to glow and shake, before it lifted itself up into the air, and promptly smacked me over the head with the butt. Gah, what the hell!? I stumbled backwards, Sulfur’s horn flaring up as she pulled the gun back to herself with a look of surprise, the glow subsiding. “Oh, dear, I guess it still has some anti-earth pony enchantments on it. Eh, maybe I’ll just give it to the museum…” She lowered the gun onto the counter as I rubbed the top of my head, feeling a lump already starting to form.

Scouring trotted over to a table where a few small missiles lay, looking them over. “Think we’ll just stick with ammo for now, lass.” He said, picking up the missiles and carrying them over to the cash register. Night Strike grabbed a few of her grenades and big bullets as Aerith took her pick of rounds for her machine gun and bullets for her rifle, Sulfur quickly adding up the value of all the ammo.