Sekhayet

The pipe rasps against the edges of composite feathers, simulated muscles of electrified plastics, and bones of metal and magic. The edge is not enough to fully cut through the pipe but it still cuts a deep groove into the edge of the pipe without dulling or chipping. The sensation of metal on metal is conveyed to Broken's mind as a series of highly pleasant tastes and smells that gently ease him out of his shocked state. His wings slowly quiet their frantic signalling until its merely a background buzzing of his senses.

Broken is unable to reply. His wings are once again acting oddly. Even without a power source, they seem to be giving him problems. Across his vision, under his nose, in his mouth, in his ears... sensations are being translated into status reports and minute details about his wings. The sensations are overwhelming and slightly painful. The only sign of his distress is the slight tremble in his outstretched, blood-drenched wings and his frozen eyes.

(OOC: I keep hearing this whenever we ninja each other...) Broken's warpony mask smoothly slides up as his balance recovers. The world falls away and everything left is the mechanical precision of his conditioning and the corpses in his way. The closest corpse is within range of another spinning slash. The whistling of metal and the dull thunk of the wing embedding itself into rotting pony flesh is enough of a cue for his reflexes to spin him around again in the other direction before he or the corpse are conscious of the successful hit that nearly bisects the corpse. The slightly thicker edge of Broken's opposite wing slams into the other corpse's side with a crack and the sick tearing of flesh as the edge breaks the corpse's skin and into it's ribs.

Broken silently steps away and circling around the group of corpses. He still marvels that these things could be so oblivious to their surroundings. He slowly creeps closer while spreading his wings to their full length to expose the edges of his feathers. As soon as he gets close enough, he jumps forward and spins in the air to slice a corpse's head in half. It surprises him that he feel almost no resistance when cutting through the corpses skull and so he misjudges his landing and stumbles slightly. One of his wings rasps against the ground.

INTJ Introvert(11%) iNtuitive(88%) Thinking(75%) Judging(33%) Welp... I'm NLR but I match Celestia. wtf...

"Er..." Broken is caught a bit off guard. He hadn't given them much thought at weapons. Weapon mounts he could understand, but aside from using them to protect Flame, an instinctual act, he hadn't considered it. "Design specifications lacked that exact information... if I were forced to estimate... sharp enough? I decapitated a zombie earlier with them without too much of an issue though I had a different angle to work with and the wing was completely immobile."

Broken considers the noises coming from the hole for a moment and murmurs to Fluttershy, "I would prefer to avoid charging into an area where we cannot see our enemies. Draw them out and deal with them silently? Better to not startle the ponies within with loud weapon's fire." He is a bit more relaxed now that some distance is between him and his warpony companion. He can feel his body preparing for a fight.

(OOC: Well, we should wait for the DM magic to appear and select where and what sort of breach this is.) Broken shuffles his wings a bit uncomfortably at how close is walking next to him. Just like with Flame a day earlier, he is not used to physical contact with his mare companion. It is disconcerting. His wings shuffle once more involuntarily and they brush up against her by mistake.

"If that is your wish," Broken tilts his head in her direction for a moment before they exit. He starts examining the wall and surrounding ground for the vulnerability. It occurs to him that they might not have the tools to fix whatever it is they find. "We will need to to find supplies to fix this problem. Or perhaps... exalted Frozen can conjure some stone. I do not know the true extent of her abilities."

Broken follows to the front entrance and calls over his shoulder, "Little Flame, Missy, Lace and Sweets- if you could please discover the vulnerability from the inside of this building, it would be appreciated." Broken readjusts his bag and addresses his companion, "After we find this vulnerability, you do not need to remain grounded if you do not wish it. I am quite familiar with the need to be closer to the sky, there is no need to deprive yourself on my account."

Broken tilts his head, "I have first aid kits. I believe they contain some form of narcotic pain reliever." Broken opens his bag and passes half of them over to . "These should be sufficient, exalted." Broken turns around and follows after . (need a few more words for filler]

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Broken scans the store for more corpses. His body is still producing the magical stimulants and suppressants it was modified to generate in stressful situations; in the small corner of his mind where his more passive side retreats to he begins modifying plans and priorities. The warpony over-mind can handle things for a bit longer. Somewhere in this place is a vulnerability. The two mares that initially found this place and the two foals that will remain will have to search for and neutralize the issue. One of the groups that leaves should make an exploratory attempt at finding the external signs of the vulnerability. While Broken thinks, his body is still in motion. Broken mechanically walks over to the filly and examines her for injury. He determines that she is unharmed and is crossed off the list of hostiles in his mind. He turns around and crosses the room to Frozen. The results of his visual assessment of her state leaves the warpony over-mind confused: pupils dilated, breathing elevated, eyes bloodshot, extreme fear response. A few seconds of deliberation later and the warpony dismisses the symptoms of damage as it is designed to do- no high-orbital pegasus would be inconvenienced by such paltry injuries. He turns his head slightly to assess the other warpony in the group- no injuries, relatively calm, slightly distracted. She is operating normally. The same holds for his observations of the other ponies. The over-mind finally relinquishes its hold on Broken and the warpony mask smoothly retreats. Without skipping a beat at the familiar transition, Broken bows his head and spreads his wings again. "That was superb marksmanship, exalted, and excellent judgement in a combat situation. Impressive. You would make a fine warpony." (OOC: Morning, all.)

Broken spins around and sprints toward the scream before he even consciously registers turning. Everything falls away from his mind in an instant and the battle-calm overtakes everything. His wings spread out his back and the feather spread out in an instinctual display to make himself seem larger than he is. His warpony mask is firmly set in place and anything that resembles mercy is stripped away to be replaced by calculation. He does not wait for the others; they will either follow or clean up whatever he leaves behind.

Broken nods at Missy and sighs, "I see. I am underestimating the extent of his injuries once again. I apologize." Broken turns around to give Flame a goodbye nuzzle. He mururs low enough that only Arial Flame will hear, "We will be back as quickly as we can. I promise you, little Flame." Broken straightens back up and faces , "Let us go then..." He collects his bag. (ninja posted me @Arial Flame lol)

Broken looks at the warpony, "Take them both, perhaps? Flame at the very least can watch our and Missy's backs. I know he is able to kill. He has done so before. I trust him." He fails to constrain his internal battle to leave Flame behind. He just needs the foal to be near him.

Broken walks up beside , "I am... uncomfortable... leaving @Arial Flame behind... I..." Broken finds it hard to continue. He is not quite sure what he wants to verbalize. He knows if would be a bad idea to add more people to a scouting group but he can't shake the feeling that he wants Flame there. The thought of leaving him behind makes him anxious. A day previously, he would not have had a problem leaving him behind but now- now he finds the thought distasteful.

Broken shakes his head, "Believe me, exalted, the type of power source you would need to make is far beyond your abilities. An Imperfect Reflection is a manufactured shard of a copy of an Element of Harmony. If you wish to attempt its creation you will need to sacrifice things. The copy of an Element is cruel device."

Broken is slightly disturbed with the mare's bloodthirsty words. He resolves to discreetly watch her for problems. "These weapons are re-usable? I had not realized." Broken looks at his weapon in a new light. Perhaps they are not at primitive as he had imagined. "I... do not think you could craft a power source for these that would work... the source for these is, er, very difficult to manufacture." Broken shuffles around uncomfortably.

Broken turns around and walks back toward Flame. "Good morning, little Flame. I trust you slept well. You require rest to recover the blood you lost to your injury." He calls back over his shoulder, "I suppose I will join you, warpony. The weapons might be dealt with already. There should be at least a few to use in this store. Have you checked?" (@,@@Arial Flame,)

Broken watches the group ready themselves to leave. Something about this feels odd, but he can think of no real reason for interjecting in this plan; supplies were needed, they were going out to get them. Aside from the exalted unicorn's collapse, he could think of no reason that would deter them from leaving. He decides to toss in some rations and water discretely. No telling if they become stranded somewhere, especially without some sort of emergency supplies. Before he walks away, Broken leans closer to Frozen. "You are exalted because you can restore my wings. Warponies who were techmaturgical specialists were called the Exalted in my world." (OOC: Nice ninja post, <3)

Broken tilts his head, "That is inadvisable. You are injured, exalted." He considers for a moment, "If you must go, then I will follow. I cannot fly anyway. For now, I can carry anything we find." He bends down and reattaches his slug thrower to a weapon mount on his wing. Under his other wing, he loops his empty bag. He takes note of the rest of the ponies. Someone would need to stay behind and guard Flame... or... he could carry him... he isn't so heavy that it would be a complete burden. He decides to wait on the others' decisions before commenting further.