Originally Posted by
Chaotic Bob
Bright observes and advances!
There's not much in the way of cover, beyond bits of broken garden-fence and shrubbery. Which, while serviceable, probably won't protect much in a fire-fight.
But!
That doesn't seem to matter, as the pony is now holding a shotgun-shaped piece of junk.
The look on his face isn't one of surprise or fear, however, but annoyed resignation.
"Figures."
The pony then runs off towards the back of the shed!