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>You are Twilight.
>And you’re currently too busy leading Trixie and Anon to a certain death.
>The optimist in you raises an objection at that comment.
>The odds are low, but it didn’t seem to stop you when Anon needed your help.
>Trixie leads up front, with Anon and you helping each other up somehow.
>It’s like watching a near-death exhausted nerd leading a nerd with broken ribs.
>Suddenly, Trixie motions for the two of you to get down.
>You and Anon stay put as Trixie sneaks her way to the double doors.
>Well, there are no double doors anymore.
>It’s been blown apart at the hinges, it seems.
>Bits of glass and twisted aluminum crunches under Trixie’s boots
>Thankfully, there doesn’t seem be any bodies or parts of—
>”I found a finger, and it’s not mine.” Anon whispers.
“Yeah thanks, I really needed that in my life right now”
>You hiss as you fight back the urge to vomit.
 
>”THE BARRAGE SEEMS TO BE OVER FOR NOW.”
>You wonder how that girl manages to sound so bombastic even when whispering.
>You also note that her gauntlets are crackling with rainbow power.
>And has been for quite some time now.
>Keeping it charged up like that should’ve exhausted her minutes ago.
>You had a small theory about this.
>If you could get to your lab in one piece, you could possibly harn—
>”Twi, you’re drooling.”
>Anon hands you his other sleeve.
“Thanks. I was lost in thought for a moment.”
>”Sperging about horse magic.”
>You shoot him a glare.
>He flashes his cheshire grin at you, and pokes you in the head softly.
>”I like it when you’re sperging.”
>What was that one word used frequently in one of his animes?
>Sounds like ‘bucket.’
>It didn’t end with a T...
>Oh, right.  
>You blush, and whisper.
“B-baka.”
>Anon’s face scrunches up as he tries to suppress a laughter.
>You punch him on the shoulder.
 
>Out of sight, Trixie puts on a shit-eating grin at this exchange.
 
 
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>You are Trixie.
>You’re currently scoping out the gaping hole where the double doors used to be.
>Anon would’ve made an insufferable innuendo about that remark.
>He can be a bit of an insolent fool sometimes.
>Assortment of debris crunch under your soles.
>You carefully peek out of the hole, and up.
>The giant hor— alicorn avatar is still there.
>The rainbow cone is speeding up its rotation, probably charging up.
>Suddenly, the avatar stands on its hind legs and does bicycles with the front hooves.
>A thunderous neigh echoes through the cloudy skies.
>”Fuck!” screams Anon.
>”aaaAAA” replies Twilight.
>Suddenly, the cone stops spinning and swallows the avatar, leaving only its head visible.
>The perverse horse-Voltron begins floating slowly away from the vicinity.
>Well, that’s new.
 
“IT’S MOBILE,” you shout.
>”It’s doing WHAT??” says Twilight
“MOVING. IN MOTION. FLOATING. NOT HERE ANYMORE.”
>”shit shit shit shit SHIT.” she replies.
>This is also new. She almost never swears.
>Twilight is absolutely losing her shit.
>”That’s IMPOSSIBLE. The energy should be localized enough that the avatar has to stay anchored in one specific coordin—“
>Her spergin’ monologue is interrupted by a loud whipcrack.
>Overhead, the cone lets loose a stream of rainbow beams as it flies away.
>That’s a lot more beams than the first wave. Or the second.
>And quite a lot faster.
>They make some lazy turns and twists in the sky.
>They turn into dots instead of beams.
>That means—
 
“SPARKLE, ANONYMOUS, BEHIND ME.”
>You charge up your gauntlets as rainbow beams begin to impact all around you.
 
 
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>You are Anon.
>And this is just like your cyberpunk animes.
>Satellite Orbital Laser doesn’t even compare to what is going on around you right now.
>Strings of rainbow beams are shattering concrete and rebar alike.
>There’s more masonry dust than the lobby scene of The Matrix
>And in the middle of all this carnage, is Trixie.
>She’s casually holding up one palm towards the direction of the barrage.
>Her shoulders are relaxed.
>Which is rather strange considering the amount of crackling rainbow-whatsits radiating from her hand.
>And her eyes are glowing pale-blue.  
>There’s got to be incalculable amount of energy being created and eliminated at the same time.
>This whole fiasco is a giant middle finger to the Conservation of Energy.
>You can almost feel James Joule rolling in his grave.
>Well, it’s either that or it’s just the ground quaking from all the airburst happening around you three.
>One especially thick beam snakes its way towards you and Twi.
>Adrenaline kicks in and drags everything down to a surreal slow-mo.
>You hold Twi tightly.
>She screams.
>The beam gets shredded by multiple rainbow arcs before it gets any closer.
>Thanks, Trixie.
 
>The ground around you in a sizable diameter is relatively unscathed.
>Despite the appearance, you’d hesitate to call this a force-field.
>It’s more like a series of rainbow-colored lightning arcs reaching out from Trixie’s gloved hand in all directions.
>They’re shattering incoming rainbow beams with horrendous precision.
>The sparks, you notice, are being siphoned into a sphere that just began to form in her other hand.
>If there ever was such a thing as “lethal fireworks,” this would take the cupcake in the eye.
>It’s all stunningly beautiful and pants-wettingly frightening at the same time.
>The beams become more numerous.
>Trixie seems to twitch a little, but stands her ground.
>Her rainbow arcs continues to shatter and obliterate rainbow beams.
>It’s absolutely exquisite.
>Such omnipotence.
>You’re in a state of tearful awe.
>You find yourself whispering with choked voice.
“A-are you a wizard?”
 
 
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>You are Twilight.
>And you’re absolutely terrified.
>You can sort of take a guess at what Trixie is trying to do.
>She’s trying to siphon the avatar’s energy, right here and now.
>That sure as hell isn’t going to work.
>If your theory is right... and Trixie is indeed the key piece of the puzzle..
>This can’t be done here and now.
>The avatar would notice.
>You’d never be able to end this for good.
“TRIXIE! You’ve got to—“
>She turns her head to you.
“—stop?”
>Her eyes are glowing bright blue.
>There’s blood streaming down from her eye sockets, down her cheeks.
>Shit.
>This is not good.
 
>Few minutes ago, you’ve theorized that she’s got far more “friendship magic” (shudder) that E-1 mentioned.
>That would explain how she was keep the gauntlet powered for so long.
>But with so much energy pouring in her direction and nowhere to redirect it, well...
>It would explain the crackling sphere of rainbow power, for one.
>That stuff was never supposed to be stored like that out in the open. Much too volatile.
>She’s probably up to her eyeballs in energy.
>She can’t spend it fast enough.  
>It’s probably taking up an incredible amount of effort to hold all of that in place.
>Trixie is probably nearing her limit.
>”M-MISS SPARKLE—“
>Her voice gurgles.
>Blood spills over her lower lip and flows down her jaw like a small waterfall.
>Oh no.
>The sphere fluctuates.
>”I-I CAN’T—“
>She focuses all of her attention on the sphere.
>Her “arc shield” dissipates, and beams begin pouring in.
>The sphere begins to oscillate violently.
>If it goes, it’ll kill all of you.
>If it doesn’t, then the beams will kill you.
>You’ve always hated dilemmas.
 
>You let go of Anon’s hand.
>”Twi, no—“
>You’re sorry that you and Anon never got to reconcile properly.
 
>You grab the sphere with both hands.
 
 
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>You grab it just in time as it begins expanding rapidly.
>Your gauntlets crackle as the sphere’s energy begins piercing into the servos.
>An unspeakably powerful pressure builds up from your fingertips and threads its way down your arms.
>’You don’t regret this,’ you assure yourself.
>Hang on, and never let go.
>Do your science thing, heroine.
>Do it.
>Do it for Anon.
 
>Instead of fighting the energy, you let it flow.
>It begins surging through your body with an alarming force.
>This is a huge gamble.
>You notice your arm visibly bruising in areas where it just gets too intense.
>This is insane.
>You *were* arguably insane when you made the decision to do this.
>You surmised that, since you were drained of almost all rainbow power, maybe your body could absorb enough of it from the sphere for Trixie to regain control.
>Absolutely insane. Retarded, even.
>[The human body is not a rechargeable battery]
>You can almost hear the rational side of yourself scolding you.
>Shut up.
>You feel light-headed as the gauntlet’s readings indicate it’s being powered up again.
>It’s working, so suck it.
>Your breath smells like ozone.
 
>Trixie gets up on her knees and wipes the blood off of her chin.
>Anon screams as a stray beam grazes his thigh.
“Trixie! We need cover!”  
>Quickly picking up on what you’re up to, Trixie raises both hands and begin shooting out a blur of rainbow arcs.
>My god, she looks enraged.
>”THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WILL NOT BE BROUGHT DOWN TO HER KNEES BY HER LESSERS!”
>The sphere in your hand actually shrinks in size.
>Jesus, she must be drawing a ton of energy.
>In fact, a powerful gust kicks up from her vicinity rather explosively.
>The incoming beams get fried up all at once into fireworks.
>It sounds like a giant rotary gun going off.
>Shattered beams float back into Trixie.
>The arcs somehow get even more intense.
>Holy shit.
>You make a mental note not to piss off Trixie in the future. Ever.