kills Gizmo

I scrambled for the door. Gizmo jumped up onto a couch and leapt into the air, spreading out his wings. Maybe he couldn’t actually fly with them, but they allowed him to glide. He swooped across the room and landed on me with all hooves, driving me to the floor.

I focused, my horn glowing. I was weak and weaponless. But I’d fought my way through Canterlot, dammit. And Old Olneigh. There was no way I was going to fall to some two-bit crook’s augmented mook!

I felt a hoof press down against the back of my head as Gizmo shifted so he could angle a wing at my neck. Then I heard the squelching sound as I telekinetically drove my screwdriver down through his ear and into his brain.

Gizmo collapsed off me, twitching. It took him almost a minute to die.

Pushing myself back up, I turned towards Raspberry Tart. “All right. Let’s try that again.”

“Or I could just finish you off myself.”

“I don’t think you could,” I snarked. “I’m not a pie.”