*Gear Head lay about half a mile out from Ironshod. She had heard of it from the Ironshod magazines she read like bedtime stories. She floats out the pieces of Isabella. Her custom 50mg recoiless Anti-Material rifle. Putting it together, she looks through the scope.* 'Raiders......why always raiders? Oh well......they arnt ponies anyhoof......' *She thought. Takeing aim at ones chest. The great thing about her rifle. Is even a grazing wound can be fatal. The silencer on it makes it sound like a shotgun as she fires. The raiders chest suddenly haveing a hole in it, tearing out his left shoulder* 'thirty two' *She thought, keeping mental not on every raider she put down.*