[Sandy - Not even bullets for company]

Now the shooting had stopped. In his state, Sandy had only a dim grasp of the situation; things were shooting at them, and they were trying not to get shot. Anything beyond that just melted into the headless form of the dead townspony. And now he didn't even have the situation to distract himself with. The silence following their temporary cease-fire sought to drive him mad. The little stallion started twitching nervously, darting to look where the bullets were coming from, then glancing up at his friend, and then down to fidget with hooves, only to repeat it all again. Orders, retreat, fight, death, just give him something to make the silence go away.