Later that day

Third person, outside of bank in Canterlot:

Police carriages blocked the streets outside of a large bank. Police officers levitated out police revolvers and shotguns as they waited. “PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND SURRENDER” boomed a pony police chief with a megaphone.

A faint voice echoed from the top of the building. “Hey coppers, I got a present for yah” laughed the faint voice and suddenly an M60E4 machinegun levitated over the edge of the building roof and began to chatter as it fired in full automatic. The heavy 7.62mm NATO rounds ripped through the police carriages like they were paper, police officers tried to take cover behind their vehicles but it was no use.

Several officers were cut down by the hail of lead and screamed in pure agony as the large rounds tore through their bodies. Blood was spewed across the street as the assailant continued to fire his machinegun mercilessly.

Finally the carnage stopped as he ran out of ammunition and simply tossed the gun down to the streets from the rooftop, the building was a four story building so when the gun hit the ground parts of its stock and fore grip broke. “And can have your officer back” the assailant laughed and tossed the body of a decapitated police officer down to the streets, his body landed on the pavement and nearly splattered across the street but his corpse managed to stay together despite the force of the impact, then in pure horridness he tossed the head of the officer at the police and the head of the deceased officer hit the ground and rolled along.

The police chief with the megaphone screamed in anger. “Goddammit!” the police chief yelled.

Footsteps could be heard across the metal roofs of some of the police carriages. A single set of human legs walked across the tops of police cars, his pointed cowboy boots spurred as he walked, his duster coat fluttered in the wind. Some of the police carriages still had their sirens flashing but others had their sirens shot out from the machinegun.

Finally the man walked down the front of a carriage, he stepped down the hood and finally onto the snow covered ground, though the snow was more slushy then snowy and squished underneath his boots.

He had a frown on his face as he took the burnt stub of the cigar out of his mouth and dropped it on the ground, blowing cigar smoke into the air then stomping it out with his boot and began to walk towards the building. The police chief who had the megaphone looked over and his eyes grew wide. “CLLLLAAAAAAARE!” he screamed and rushed up as he began following him.

“Goddammit Clare, don’t even think about. We have a negotiator coming in and you’re not going in there to screw this up. GODDAMMIT CLARE, last time you pulled this shit ponies lost body parts… body parts. Now if you go in there I’ll have your uniform taken away” he screamed quickly, Clare probably didn’t understand a single thing except the threat at the end of his sentence. Clare chuckled and removed his duster coat and tossed it over his shoulders and the police chief caught it as he looked at it with an angered face.

Sgt. Clare, outside bank in Canterlot:

I had been informed that some asshole had tried to rob a bank but when the cops arrived he took several children hostage and had already executed two children, a colt and a filly, and tossed their bodies of the building roof. Those sorts of crimes couldn’t go unjustified, action needed to be taken and I had the perfect judge, a Smith and Wesson 500 magnum.

I walked forwards towards the building and some mare in a suit came up to me. “Listen, Clare I know what you’re thinking but you can’t do this. Listen, this is Shining Armor he is the second in command of all royal guards” the mare told me and pointed to Shining Armor.

I had a great respect for him because he was a decorated combat veteran but I couldn’t just wait around while a sick fucker stood on the bank roof and killed children. “Listen, Clare you have to” he began but I slammed a quick punch into his face and broke his nose, he cried out in pain and staggered back. “When the Princess gets here call me” I replied, ‘Sorry Shining but we don’t have the time to sit around and try to negotiate with this guy’ I thought to myself. God Celestia was going to kill me for this one.

Behind me the police officer who had threatened to take my uniform ran up to Shining’s side and took out his radio. “Clare’s trying to enter the building, don’t let him in goddammit” the police officer screamed.

I walked up to the front doors, ‘Jeeze if it was this easy to enter the building, than all the cops should have just swarmed into the building and surrounded the guy’ I thought to myself as I walked up to the front doors. A large stallion stood in my way but due to the fact that I had taken off my duster coat and was now only wearing a tight white t-shirt it made me have a look of shear intimidation.

“Uhm here… let me get the door for you” he offered and opened the door for me. I nodded and gave him a smile. “Thanks, oh do you mind?” I asked and pointed to his police radio. He quickly grabbed his radio and handed to me, I nodded as I entered the building. “Hey Chief, the guy at the door let me in, I’ll tell the bad guy you said hi” I said into the radio and within a second came the reply. “GODDAMMIT CLARE DON’T YOU EVEN” the chief began but I crushed the radio in my hand and pulled out my massive S&W 500 from its chest holster and quickly raced over to the stairs and ascended up to the roof access door.

I was about to open the door when I thought to myself. “Oh wait a minute” I muttered as I tipped my Stetson hat down so that it covered the view of my face then took out a stogy cigar, placed it in my lips and lit it.

I took an inhale of the cigar then stepped back and kicked the door down. Several ponies on the roof screamed as I walked onto the roof, looking like something from an old cowboy movie, well minus the fact that I no longer had my duster coat.

Near the edge of the roof stood a crazed pony, he had a jagged scar down his face and held a filly close to his body. He was wielding a deadly looking axe and had the blade of the axe up against the filly’s throat. “Oh hello… I was hoping for Shining Armor. Who the hell are you?” he said in a creepy deranged voice. I tipped my hat up and revealed my face then quickly brought the revolver up and aimed for his head. “I’m the sergeant” I said and he scrunched his nose. “Uhm…okay…” he replied and I sighed.

“Sorry, it sounded cooler in my mind” I replied as I lowered the revolver. “Right… so uhm… well that’s a buzz killer” I said and he lowered the axe. “Are you for real man? You come up here to confront me and all you care about is looking cool during your entrance, man you gotta” he began but that was exactly what I was hoping he’d do, well actually I was hoping to make an awesome scene and blow his head off but after that failed then I needed a real good plan.

I quickly snapped my revolver up again and his eyes widened as he realized that he had just brought the axe away from the filly’s throat, which was the only reason I didn’t just shoot him out right. I pulled the trigger back on the mighty revolver and the afternoon air in Canterlot was filled with the terrifying KA-BOOM from the massive handgun.

The 350 gr. JHP (Jacketed Hollow Point) round thundered out of the gun barrel and slammed into the criminal’s upper chest. His left foreleg tightened around the filly as the bullet ripped through his body and burst out his back. It was like someone had just punched their arm straight through his chest. He gagged violently as he stumbled back and he coughed up blood.

He finally lost his balance but unfortunately as he fell off the edge of the roof he pulled the filly with him. I gasped, there was no way in hell I was going to be responsible for the death of a child, not today.

I ran to the edge of the building just as she was pulled over and lept off the edge and fell after her, my body weight was heavier so I easily caught her. I held her body tight to mine and turned our bodies so that my back was facing the ground.

My body slammed through the windshield of a police vehicle as the criminal’s body splatted against the pavement sidewalk. I cried out in pain from the blunt trauma of the pain and quickly faded out.