A/N: Ey' folks. Welcome to chapter four. Hope you enjoy! The reviews have been great thus far, just wish there were a few more, if you catch my drift. Anyway, have fun everypony!

Chapter 4:

Evan was awoken by the terrible feeling of ice cold water pouring all over his sore face. The world was suddenly a frigid ball of hell, like someone had shoved icicles up his nose right after he got out of a hot tub. He gasped for air, and shot up, quickly snorting the water out of his nose. He glared up at Bromley in between eye rubs.

“Holy balls that’s cold!” he yelled angrily.

“You’re an idiot.” And then he was socked in the face again, because he was stupid enough to glare at Bromley. Once again, he was awakened by cold water to the face. Applejack happened by and watched.

“Could you stop please? That’s getting annoying.” Evan spluttered, this time directing his gaze to the floor.

“I’m satisfied.” Bromley let his leather covered fists drop to his sides.

“I should of never given you those damn gloves...You love them way too much,” was Evan’s reply. Applejack stepped inside the room and roundhouse kicked Bromley in the stomach, saying;

“We can’t be fight’n each other when we’re tryin’ to bar’ly SURVIVE, now.” Bromley grunted, and the warning look he sent at the pony had her backing up nervously.

“I do agree with you, but unfortunately my PILOT, the only person who can get us off this god forsaken planet... was stupid enough to go light a fire just to awaken some undead to fight off. For FUN of all things. I will never understand fully what’s wrong with you.” He returned his gaze to Evan.

“So the captain knows it was for fun. Has he done this before?” Twilight overheard the commotion and began asking even more questions to herself.

“You know damn well whats wrong with me. You just might not know the words to express it. I just wanted a little fun. All you people were cuddling and stuff and I wanted a little action too!”

Nate laughed to himself a bit at that. Evan seeking “action” from zombies... Oh that was funny. He dropped his weapon plans, and walked out of the room.

“SHUTTUP!” The loud call got everyone and everypony’s attention. Pinkie Pie stood tall and proud at the entrance to the room, her eyes wild with anger and annoyance. Fluttershy hid away nervously, while Rarity tried to fix a few split ends that had popped up in her hair when Pinkie screamed.

Evan stood up and his shirt fell off. Bromley had noticed that the back of it was completely torn apart earlier, but withheld from saying anything because of his plans. The weaker Evan was, the better. He bled profusely from the multiple cuts on his back from the dragging. The spot he had been laying on was soaked in sticky red blood and more flowed off of his back, onto his jeans and then the floor. Applejack gave a yelp, gained control of herself, and pulled Twilight into the room and tore the shirt into strips, bandaging his wounds. Twilight began casting a healing spell, and Nate took a blood sample. This was easy, given the excess, to ensure that Evan wasn’t infected. It seemed as though the man would be the only needed blood donor for the rest of his life. Nothing would clog the bleeding except for sealing the skin over.

“Nate... I hope to god these aren’t really zombies...” The captain mumbled to his engineer. Nate nodded and grimaced, then went to look for the med kit they had stuffed away inside a room. It wasn’t positive, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. “Also, Pinkie what’s wrong?” Bromley questioned.

“Friends should not be arguing like this! Even over a choice of music at a party, let alone a suicide mission,” for once Pinkie Pie’s expression was serious...Sort of... Bromley was about to start a rebuttal but Evan cut in.

“Ah! God that feels weird!” Evan was on the floor again, scratching at his back as the flesh sealed over. Twilight made sure that all the wounds were completely sealed. Nate injected the antivenin that he had found in the first aid kit. It wasn’t designed for zombies or anything, but it staved off snake bites and infections of sorts. They were all hoping it would work. Bromley glanced one last time over at the serious pink horse. She didn’t understand how humans worked, let alone insane ones.

“Now don’t go doing anything crazy, y’hear?” Applejack said, pulling a blanket over Evan. Everypony left as the cover wrapped around him, but AppleJack turned around to check on him again, only to find him shivering as the antivenin wracked his body with spasms and chills.

“Gawsh... You need t’learn to take care of yerself’...” She sighed and tugged the blanket away a bit to curl up beneath the covers with the trembling boy. She wrapped her long blond tail around his lower back, and sighed to herself, smiling a bit as he stopped shaking so roughly. Soon she found herself drifting off to sleep as well, her hat covering Evan’s head as it slid off in her sleep.

Hours later, Evan woke up to a wonderful warmth and apple scent. He snuggled his face further into the softness that was the pony’s neck and chest, the warmth once again lulling him to sleep.

“I could get used to this...”

“He had better not get used to that,” thought Twilight angrily, who stumbled across the

scene.

Everypony was exhausted after Evan’s suicidal actions earlier. It had left a massive impression on each pony. Rainbow Dash flew to the roof to sleep, while everyone else camped in their normal sleeping spots. Bromley, however, stayed up eyeing the night sky. He was perched on a rock beside the base camp. It was impossible for him to sleep, making him the ideal person for first watch. Evan was currently weighing on his mind, and he thought over the events that had led them to this strange planet. How his life would be much different had he not crashed into these ponies, and everything had gone according to plan. Suddenly something materialized on the dark horizon, and he stood trying to make out the shape... no not one shape but many shapes. He knew then what he saw another horde of zombies. “Can’t we get a fucking break on this poor excuse for a planet?!” he thought angrily to himself as he went to warn the others of the imminent danger.

“More zombies!?” Shouted Nate, staring at his captain’s stoic face.

“That’s right,” said Bromley, already loading a gun, “not more than fifteen minutes off by now,” Nate was stunned, after all those zombies Evan had obliterated, more were headed their way.

“I guess we’ll just have to show those zombies who’s boss then,” Nate stated trying to stay positive.

“Yeah. Go wake up the ponies, they need to be prepared to run if we can’t kill them off,”

Bromley said in an unemotional tone. He was in full captain mode, and he was going to protect his crew no matter what. Even if most of the crew were ponies. The thought struck him. He was captain of the pony brigade... The horde was growing closer. Bromley picked a point to meet them at, about one hundred meters from the house and headed out.

“WHAT?! More?! But Evan isn’t here to fight them off!” Rarity was in hysteria, one hundred percent sure she was going to die. Pinkie tried to calm her down with Applejack’s help, but both of them were on the brink of breaking down as well. Rainbow Dash sat away from them, tears gathering in her eyes. The captain was going out there to die for them. He couldn’t fight those zombies. Not like Evan could. Only Twilight was calm, as she was observing her friends. She noticed Rainbow and trotted over to her, smiling at the pony reassuringly. In a whisper she said;

“... The captain can hold his own. I’m pretty sure Rainbow. Don’t be so worried.” Her voice sounded so confident in Rainbow Dash’s ears and the pony perked up and looked at Twilight with large eyes. Fluttershy fluttered over (see what I did there?!) and smiled uncertainly at Twilight.

“N-Nate.. Will be alright. Won’t he?” Twilight grinned at her and nodded.

“How about the three of us go watch?” Twilight offered. Rainbow immediately flew out, the idea of watching a fight exciting her a bit.

“Well Nate... It’s been awhile since I’ve done anything serious.” Bromley stretched his arms a bit, tightening down his gloves.

“Yeah, you haven’t done anything since you went off the streets again, huh?” Nate inquired, lighting a cigarette and putting it to his mouth. It was hard to smoke with the danger of fire, but as long as the flames didn’t touch the ground it seemed to be alright.

“Actually, I had a few encounters out at the army camp. With some marines.” Bromley said, smirking a bit at the memories of the shame he had bestowed upon the few who challenged him.

“Ah... Well let’s hope you’re not too rusty.” Nate took a long drag, relaxing himself.

“You really don’t get rusty if you stay in shape. Then again, cryo fucked over my muscles.” The captain complained, popping a sore joint in his arm.

“I wouldn’t worry too much actually, you’ve pretty much regained all your definition in the past few weeks down here.” Nate mentioned, stomping his cigarette stub into the floor, satisfied with his nicotine high.

“You think?” Bromley took the comment in the least homo way he could. This was all just idle talk, the two keeping there minds busy while the wall of the dead moved towards them steadily. Both sighed and picked up their rifles, firing into the mob while continuing to banter with each other, keeping the conversation light hearted. But soon they were too close, and ammo supplies were getting low.

“Nate, I’m going in. I suggest you attack any that get through, and protect the ponies.” Bromley threw Nate his rifle. Just as he did, a zombie got close. Its mouth opened to take a chunk out of the captain, but it found it couldn’t because Bromley had literally impaled the creature onto his leg. After the powerful kick he shook the zombie off and headed into the mess. He punched one in the face, sending the head flying off, then hit another in the chest, sending its spinal cord out of his back and through another zombie’s stomach. That one dropped and Bromley finished it with an axe kick to the skull. A zombie dashed past him, but its life was ended quickly by Nate, who slammed one of the guns’ butt into its face and broke the things rotting skull in to shards.

With four dead, but many more to go, Bromley set to work. He ran forward, smashing one in the solar plexus, then using the falling body as a jump pad, he leaped off and kicked a zombie in the face, ripping its jaw off and splattering its brains onto its friends. Bromley landed on another, and twisted his feet slightly, breaking the thing’s ribs and destroying its mouth and nose.

Rainbow Dash just watched. Evan was good at fighting, so why wouldn’t Bromley be? It made sense, but holy hay, it was another monster out there. He wasn’t laughing manically, but the Captain did have a bit of a grin tugging at his mouth. She was close enough to see his eyes light up every time a bit of blood spilled across the ground. She grimaced as he ended another with a brutal punch. The torso disintegrated around his hand as he punched through, leaving a gaping hole in its chest and stomach. She realized it was unnecessary for him to do anything like that though, because the head was the weak point. He was just enjoying the power he held over the lesser creatures. Another head gone, more brains all over the floor. Bromley was just as murderous as Evan, but seemingly even more unbreakable. The zombies were trying the jump tactic again, and were starting to pile on the man, but he just shook them off and tore the bodies apart as they got near him. He had strong, large legs. The only reason he was more powerful then Evan she realized, was because he was bigger, and much more muscled.  It really just came down to size and probably training. Evan might have a few advantages with his smaller frame as well though, but he hadn’t learned anything from a professional. Bromley had street fighting ingrained into him and military close ranged special lessons. Not that Rainbow Dash really knew this, but she understood that Bromley had learned from someone who had mastered hand to hand combat for a long time.

His blood was pumping, and he was enjoying this ghastly work that he was doing. The few zombies that got past him were ended quickly by Nate, who at this point was getting caught up in the blood lust that surrounded Bromley. He couldn’t take it anymore. The nicotine was wearing off, quickly being replaced by raw killing intent. Bromley was getting to Nate, and he could no longer watch. He headed into the horde, using the rifles as hammers. Brains splattered in front of his eyes, but he found he was getting no joy out of this. No, he was just satisfying his urge to protect, and nourishing his hunger for blood. The aura that Bromley had left off was surging through him, and in the moment he was a weapon as well. In the back of his mind, though, he was happy that he wasn’t as monstrous as his two friends.

Fluttershy watched as well, eyes showing obvious worry. She had reached out a hoof, unintentionally, as soon as Nate had begun attacking as well. She was slightly sickened by the display he was putting on. But she caught a glimpse of his face, and she realized he was not smiling or grinning like the captain. No he looked like he was putting himself through torture.

Bromley was starting to lose it, and he knew if he went over the edge things would get even uglier. Quickly, he steeled himself, and in a flurry of powerful blows, sent the last fifteen zombies back to their graves. Nate hadn’t even had a chance to help with them. Bromley’s hands throbbed for a second in minute pain, but he knew he hadn’t broken anything.

“Well that was a right damn mess,” said Bromley looking at the landscape full of the re-killed zombies before him. He crushed a skull in frustration, “Why can’t they just learn how to stay dead?” He shook his hands off, guts strewing themselves over the ground beneath him.

“Where did they all come from?” asked Nate as he cleaned the weapons, shaking a bit. His face was slightly green.

“Dunno... Maybe from that ‘fun’ that Evan was having earlier.” He glared in the direction of his recovering pilot, who was still unconscious inside their small hospital room. He turned back to Nate, only to find the man throwing up onto the ground. Bromley winced and patted him on the back. He supposed that his own reaction should probably be the same, but he really didn’t feel sick or anything. God he smelled like shit though. Rotting bits were never good. As he walked back to the ponies who were watching, he raised a brow at their expressions. Twilight was a little shaken, but otherwise calm. Fluttershy ran past him to Nate. He then turned to Rainbow Dash and he broke a little bit more on the inside.

Rainbow Dash stepped back from the man who looked like he was heading towards her. Right now she was disgusted at what he had done. He was terrifying, a merciless cold hearted fiend, a cold blooded killer, a heartless alien, a god who had struck down thousands of minions, power in it’s finest form. That was the only thing she saw in him. That was until his emotionless face broke as soon as she stepped back. If she didn’t know better, she would say she imagined it. For just a second, she saw pain flash across his features, and at the same time understanding and acceptance. He walked past her, his face once again stoic and a mask of indifference. After he walked by her, in his silent way, she bit her lip to stop from saying anything. She had done so much more damage then a zombie could of hoped to do, and all because of her limited understanding of how he worked. How he could deal. What his past was. She was an idiot in her own mind.

Fluttershy stopped about six feet away from Nate. He was done heaving, and he had moved away from the bile to sit down on the ground far away. His eyes were glossy, as he was lost in deep thought. His fingers trailed through the ground slowly, drawing up a fractal. Aimlessly he drew more, trying to alleviate pressure from his mind.

“Are you okay?” Fluttershy asked shyly. Nate looked up, and eyed the creamy pony, his eyes refocusing through the lenses. His fingers stopped, and he took a second before speaking.

“... I will be. I’ve dealt with things like this before.” He said carefully, before sighing. He went back to staring though, trying to come to terms with a few things. On the other side of him, more fractals appeared, as he satisfied his need to do something creative. Fluttershy sat next to him, and comforted him with just her presence.

Evan had not participated in the fight to his great displeasure. It seemed he had broken several of his ribs, fingers, and toes during his little dance with the undead. There were way more bones he had broken but none of them were his. “How many bullets do we have left?” asked Bromley, hoping they had enough should another wave of zombies be hiding out somewhere waiting to strike.

“Not many,” was Nate’s curt reply, “I'm surprised we haven’t run out yet. One more ‘incident’ and we will be.” Nate worriedly bit his lip at the thought of running out of ammo. Knowing the captain, things would certainly get even more messy without any bullets.

Rainbow Dash hovered in the doorway of the room that Bromley and Nate were talking in. She tried to figure out how to let herself into the conversation, but instead Nate did it for her. He walked out of the doorway and whispered, “Good luck” to her. Bromley’s eyes followed Nate, out of the door and onto his next victim. Rainbow Dash hesitated, but was forced to go in as a voice greeted her.  

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” She almost dropped out of the air, startled by the low key tone. She slowly entered the room, staying silent. “No one really needs to see that side of me.” His eyes and face did not match his words. It was as if he was saying that because he had to, not because he wanted to. It was important for her to know. His face softened into an apologetic countenance afterwards though. It showed a trace of emotion, just enough to let her know. “I know that was pretty horrifying... watching me kill that many, in.. such a brutal way. I just want to say; that I normally don’t go off like that. Usually I can contain myself. Forgive me?” Rainbow Dash didn’t even have to pick her lines. Bromley had explained all of her questions that she had chosen.

“Uh... Oh it’s okay. I really just wanted to tell you that... that’s pretty cool. I mean you killed like... 10,000 zombies! In fact I just wanted to say...  That I really...  I just think you’re pretty cool. I mean you’re awesome! But I really mean to say that...” the words flowed from her mouth but she stopped when it took a turn towards the huge truth she was withholding. During her pause she told herself, “You love him. Just tell him. He will understand.” Before the words could explode from her mouth, though, Evan called for water. Bromley told her to hold the thought and walked off  to help Evan. Rainbow Dash was literally left with her mouth open, about to spill the most important thing she had ever said.

“Are you ever going to tell him, darling?” Rarity invaded Rainbow Dash’s lost thoughts. She had a bit of a snobby look on her face, and she was grinning a bit. Rainbow had no idea when she had entered the room.

“I was trying to! Just... leave me alone right now...” Rainbow Dash floated away and rested on top of the now much bigger shelter. Construction over the past few days had expanded the place into a small complex. It had about nine rooms, each with different purposes.

She was currently perched in the middle of the roof, depressed about being cut off. She wasn’t sure if she could ever muster the courage to tell the Captain again. Really, she didn’t know why she loved him. She had known him for such a short period of time, but no one had ever summoned these emotions in her, especially not in this intense of a way.

“You want to know the real difference between you and me?” Evan surprised Bromley by allowing him to come into the room and find him looking as fine as ever, despite his shirt made from bandages. He needed them to heal his ribs. Bromley took a seat, realizing Evan didn’t want water. He wanted to talk.

“What is it? Is it that one of us makes mistakes and the other cleans them up?” Bromley was clearly mad he had been interrupted from his conversation.

“Your close. You do mop up a lot of my mistakes, and that is how this major difference forms. You kill a hundred or two zombies and get praise. Your little pony out there loves you. It’s what she was trying to say earlier. Don’t ask why I interrupted you. It’s for the best. But when I kill six or seven hundred zombies you drag me to Timbuktu and everyone is a bit upset with me. You are good. I am bad. I am also tired. Goodnight.”

“Before I go, I realize what you mean. But, you need to take into consideration the circumstances. You, Evan... The only pilot here, and the only actual hope, decided to have some ‘fun’. In this way, you almost got yourself killed. Now look at me. I was guarding my crew, which is my job. I protected the people, and I was ready to die for them. What’s more, is I didn’t die, or even almost die. This is where the difference lies Evan. Where as you are spontaneous and insane... I am calculative, and take things into consideration before I do them.”  Bromley then left, pondering Evan’s words slightly, despite his own logic. They forced his anger away, and replaced it with semi-annoying guilt. He always knew that he had been the savior of people. Unlike a school janitor, he got recognition and praise for mopping up messes. Evan, on the other hand, was kicked around, no matter what his accomplishments. It all came down to common sense, something Evan sometimes didn’t have, and Bromley always had. It flawed them both, made them unequal. Evan always seemed to have something to inspire his thoughts. Usually on the matter of his own life.

That night, everypony fell asleep, despite their fear of more zombie attacks. Bromley climbed up onto the roof, and gently picked up Rainbow Dash. He carried her down and set her in her room, before going back onto the roof. He felt someone else up there, and prepared himself for an odd attack, but thankfully only Nate was there. He smiled at the man for a second, showing him he appreciated the help earlier that day, before he took a seat behind him. Automatically they both reclined back into the other. They were back to back, the full radius of the camp exposed to them.

“Ever killed a man with your bare hands before today?” Bromley questioned in his usual monotone.

“They aren’t people. Don’t think I puked because of that.” Nate shuddered a bit. He hated

puking, and he had been forced to because of the amount of smells in the air, the adrenaline, and the blood... He had freaked out a bit.

“I know. But have you every really been in a bloody fight like that before?” Bromley asked,

even quieter. Nate stayed silent. Memories flooded through him of a few fights in the past. Nate was startled when Evan suddenly climbed up, who had made himself silent to not wake anyone. Bromley had felt someone climbing up, so he was already staring over in the direction Evan appeared from.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be moving...” Nate said worriedly, his eyes showing concern through the glare in the lenses caused by the planet’s moon.

“Oh, let me be Grandma.” Evan smirked at Nate, who just rolled his eyes before returning to his old position. Bromley adjusted, and Evan joined the strange seating. Bromley decided it was best not to mention the conversation earlier. Now all three were leaning back against each other, creating a foundation for the others to lean back on. It was so metaphoric, that they each grinned to themselves. Quietly, they began to whisper back and forth, just like they had years ago, when their friendship had just started. Nostalgia got the best of Evan and Nate, and both of them showed an odd vulnerability and actually gave real laughs. Bromley let his mask drop for a few minutes to smile a true grin, eyes closed in relaxation. Friends. Often taken for granted by the human race, but not by the three of them. They treasured what they had together.

“No homo.” Evan whispered randomly. Even Bromley chuckled at that.

Dreams are powerful things. And Twilight was unintentionally creating something very bad in her sleep. Her horn glowed an angry red, and a silent flash of crimson flew out across Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Fluttershy. In her sleep, she had cast a night terror spell.

Applejack opened her eyes, only to find an empty base. Confusedly, she walked outside, looking around for any sign of her friends. They were all there last night. Checking every room thoroughly she suddenly stopped. A bone chilling laugh reached her ears. It was Evan’s, but it was even more insane sounding and even less controlled.

“Evan sugah-cube? Where are yah’ hun?” She said loudly. There was no reply, but the laughing wouldn’t stop. She hurriedly trotted towards the noise and rounded the corner of the complex, only to scream. There Evan stood, mounting Twilight’s head onto a rock. Her eyes were empty, dark sockets, and her mouth was locked open in a perpetual scream.

“Oh, hey Apple! Do you think this looks good here? I thought it would brighten the place up a bit.” He smiled at her happily, his eyes wide and unstable looking. She shuddered and took a step back, only to find herself tripping over something solid. She looked at it only to find Rainbow Dash staring at her. But her hide was completely removed. She could only see bone and muscle and her rosy eyes. They were fading too, into blackness. Screaming she ran away from Evan, who just began laughing again. Her path was short lived though, because she slammed into Pinkie Pie. The pony’s back was facing her, so she quickly ran around to scream at the sitting pony to run, only to find Pinkie Pie grinning at her, blood dripping from her mouth. She gasped and stepped back, slipping on something disgustingly slick. It was Pinkie’s intestines. She opened her mouth to scream but a hoof stopped her. She looked up hopefully, but a zombified Fluttershy met her vision, along with an equally undead Rarity. They opened their mouths to reveal fangs, glinting in the sun. As they neared the only thing she could hear was Evan chortling in the back and yelling;

“YES! My pets! Feed! Feed!”

Fluttershy looked around the forest she was seated in. She was slightly confused, as she didn’t think there were any forest on the planet. Looking around she finally realized it was back at home! She was home! She started walking in one direction. She suddenly slammed into someone. Nate had bumped into her. She looked up his pant leg and to his face, a smile already spreading. But... his face... His black, featureless face was the only thing to greet her vision. His hands were wrapped in shadow as well, seemingly long and clawed. The only thing that wasn’t consumed by darkness were two giant, glowing eyes. They were purple, seemingly calm. But as his head tilted downward, and he actually eyed her, they burst into a darker shade, flames licking along the outside of them. Lightning fast he picked her up by the neck. She whimpered as he threw her into the forest. His clothes burned off to reveal a black, featureless body.  She tried to let out a scream, but he covered her mouth. He raised up a clawed hand and brought it down on her face. She flew off with one eye closed, blood streaming down her snout, along with a few tears. She ran into a tree, dazing herself. Slowly she opened her eyes and got up. Turning, her vision blurred, but she could still see Nate. He was holding a long rifle, trained on her face. He was no longer covered in black, and his face was almost like the Captain’s. Dead. Emotionless.

“Hello... Shy.” A cold, empty voice greeted her. One deafening boom and it was over.

Rainbow Dash was flying through cloud loops, much like she would in Cloudsdale. She turned and saw some of her pegasus friends, much like Cloudsdale. It was Clousdale. She flew around it excitedly, not believing her eyes. A dark storm cloud suddenly covered the town, however. Many pegasus were getting sucked in, not anywhere near as great a flier as her. She tried to fly through it to save her friends, but to no avail. After several deafening thunderclaps, the large cloud seemingly disappeared. Cloudsdale was revealed to be on fire. She couldn’t believe her eyes. There was one small, black cloud remaining. She soared up to it and gave it a swift kick, hoping to send out water to put out the massive fire. A hand flew out of it and grabbed her ankle before she could follow through. The cloud dissipated to reveal Bromley. He threw her through a building, shattering it like glass. His face was still stuck in an indifferent expression. She landed among the flames, her wings lighting on fire. It was agonizing, and she screamed to Bromley to help her. He leaped down off of the cloud; behind him wings of darkness sprouted. Raven feathers fluttered through the air, and he hovered in place for a couple of seconds. Then he glided down towards her, and his cold eyes looked her up and down once again. Then he stepped on her right wing. It broke under his foot slowly, making her scream in pain. He stepped off before stomping down again in a different spot, shattering more bones as he pressed more and more weight onto her wing. He began to do the same to the other despite her pleas to stop, but he looked her in the eyes the entire time. That sick flare of enjoyment flashed across each time a bone snapped.

“STOP! PLEASE!” He stepped away, seemingly out of mercy. But soon the flames began to eat at her broken wings, and she was stuck on her back, unable to move as she would be in too much pain if she rolled over. “Help... Bromley... I love you...” His eyes still didn’t change. And he reached behind his back. His hand came back into vision holding a unicorn horn. He leaned down and put the horn to her throat, then began applying pressure.

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