[FO:E] The Southern Wasteland of Equestria 1

[BladeofObliviom]

[Old Appleoosa]

Well, CRAP.

Ebon is very lucky that the shield he cast that morning was still up, or he'd be a very dead pony about now. Even so, two .32-caliber rounds manage to bury themselves in his muzzle, and the .308 punches a nice hole through the shield. Also, his right shoulder.

"BWAHAHA-GAAAHHH!"

The combined forces shove him right off the rock, to a point that is thankfully fairly safe from sniper fire. On the bright side, he's not dead. On the less bright side, he's bleeding profusely and has two bullets lodged in him. Also, one of his legs is useless.

Suddenly, Ebon's mind gives him one clear motive: The healing potions in his saddlebag! Not entirely aware of his surroundings and just doing his best to stay alive, he shouts out painedly to Elestre:

"P-Potions! My saddlebag!"