Alright, you fucking madmen. Here it is, Retribution; where Rainbow gets her vengeance. Enjoy!

Music: Indestructible by Disturbed.

Sasha was happy with her lot in life. She had been with the gang since before Crimson was in charge, and had had the time of her life. The rush of fighting, the loot; all of it was well worth it. She didn't care about Dermot. He was a bit of a sick fuck, but hey; this kind of job entailed it.

Currently, she was stationed on one of the watchtowers outside of the camp. Made up of wood platforms sealed to the trees, they gave an overview of the forest surrounding the camp. She hated this posting, but again, who was she to complain? So long as she got her-What was that?

She sat up in her chair, grabbing onto her crossbow. She thought she saw a flash of movement, and it was way too fast to be a Buck or a Prowler or even a Ghul. She squinted, making out a faint, equine-like shape. Maybe some self-righteous fighter or an insane bounty hunter hoping to 'Bring them to justice'. She smirked, then readied her crossbow to fire. Still smirking, she saw the flash move again, this time toward her. She was still smirking as a short sword slit open her throat. Her smirk finally faded into a look of panic as she dropped her crossbow, and grabbed her throat to futilely attempt to stem the blood.

Rainbow didn't even flinch as the Bighorn gripped her neck, blood leaking through the gaps in her hooves. She twitched for another second, then stopped. Rainbow then spread her wings, and darted along the edge of the forest, making her way to the other two platforms. Both of the others had a sentry in them as well, but they were quickly dispatched as well. One with a slash to the throat like the first one, the other with a crossbow pistol bolt. Perched up on the third platform, she looked westward toward the camp.

It was nestled into a small cut out on a cliff, encircled on all sides by the cliffs or a small wooden wall. Several buildings dominated most of the compound: Two large shacks, one labeled armory, one that looked like an infirmary, and a third, larger-looking shack. One corner was taken up by a large pen of spiked rope and wooden stakes. Brigands walked to and fro across the camp, fully armed even though they were in, what they thought, was a safe area. Not like it would help them. By her count, she could see at least one and a half dozen, potentially more if somewhere inside.

Rainbow slid up her neck gaiter to cover her muzzle, pulled down her goggles, and took off. She darted up over the camp, perching upon a small ledge on the cliff. She then shot back down, shoving one of her swords into one's neck. She pulled it free and began to dart from brigand to brigand, putting each down with a quick, clean thrust.

After about five, one finally noticed her. He recoiled in surprise, crying out, "Oh fuck!" Rainbow growled, then shot that one. Another two ran around the corner, surprise written on their faces before they changed to snarls as they charged.

Rainbow shoved the crossbow back and pulled out her second sword. Holding her wings out for balance, she parried the incoming blows before springing off her hind legs. With her iron forelegs held out, combined with the momentum from her powerful hind legs, the clothesline sent both of them sprawling as she then stabbed them both in the exposed underbellies. She then began to flap again, launching up into the air.

She saw one of them going for a large mounted crossbow and turned her attention to that one. She rocketed by, sending out a rainbow-colored trail as she slashed her blades along the top of his head. His unprotected skull gave way, the blades pulling free from the new ravines in his head as she swooped back around.

She performed similar swooping attacks on another three of them, and now corpses littered the open spaces around the buildings. By her initial assessment, only about six of them remained, not to mention Dermot. She began to circle the compound like a vulture, reloading her crossbows as she looked for those last seven.

Four of them pushed open the door of one of the shacks, weapons drawn. She dove down, firing off her crossbows into the two closest. They dropped, one not moving and the other moaning and shifting. She slipped the pistols back into the holsters but didn't have time to draw swords. Oh well!

She slammed into one of them, claws out. The sharp talons cut into his throat, and kicked off the ground, swinging around him to avoid an attack by the other one. Using the moment of time she had, she drew one of her swords and tossed the body at the other one. He shoved it aside, but it was too late; she had her opening and another cut throat.

Then, the door to the largest shack opened. Two well-armored brigands exited, followed closely by the one she wanted to kill the most: Dermot. He snarled out, "What in the nine hells is going-". He stopped when he saw her, and his face twisted into the all-to-familiar, wickedly cruel smile. "Well well. You came crawling back? Is my cock that good you want more of it? Haha haha haha! Ohhh. Ah, kill her."

The other two pulled out swords and broke into a loping stride, blades at the ready. As they got close, Rainbow just took off, letting them swing at empty air. She then basically fell back down to earth, thrusting the blades into the gaps of their crude plate just behind the neck. Both fell to the worn dirt, twitching and groaning from the blades. It was just her and Dermot.

He pulled out an ax with a penetrative style head and looked of decent quality. "Geeze, bitch. The fuck!? You come in here, kill my boys, and try to kill me, and for what!? Some misplaced sense of-"

Rainbow got tired of his yapping, and let go of her swords. Likely couldn't pull them out in time, and didn't really want to. She wanted to look him in the eye as she killed him. She shot forward, pulling the knife from her arm as she did. In an instant, a lot happened.

First, he delivered a strike to her back, which sent her falling downward. Second, the knife she had been planning to put in his eye fell short, hitting him in the chest instead. Finally, both of them collapsed onto one another, blood leaking out of his chest.

Rainbow stood first, looking behind her at her back. The blow hurt, but didn't go through, and was absorbed by the padding. She then turned, walked over to Dermot, and pulled her knife free. He looked up at her, a look of fear on his face.

"You think.... this makes a difference?," he stuttered out. "My death, won't heal your scars. Nor will it replace memory, of my cock inside of you." By now, his face had started to twist into a smile.

Rainbow removed her goggles, lowered her neck gaiter, and looked him straight in the eye. She said, uncharacteristically slowly and deliberately, "No, it won't. But, it's a fucking start!"

She punched him in the face, chipping his beak. She walked up to him, placing the blade under the upper part of his skull. A quick slash of the blade and he fell onto his back, blood leaking out from the new wound on his head. As he tried to stem the flow of blood, she swung the knife across his chest, more blood leaking out. She asked, "Not so nice, eh? Unlike you, though, I'll be merciful. Enjoy Hell, bastard!" She slashed the blade across his throat, blood shooting out a large amount. Rainbow smiled, watching him squirm and writhe.

Then, she walked over, picked up her swords, sheathed them and her knife, and fly off, beaming like she had just pulled off a rainboom. It was as exhilarating and felt almost as good.