BaronEngel
patreon
HEAT Grenade
🕑 Added 2018-09-10 02:37:48 +0000 UTC Getting back to doing more art from the anthro MLP dream/movie that Petina and I watched in the Staging Area of my dreamscapes many months ago. This is same dream that created these:origin()/pre00/feb0/th/pre/f/2017/253/d/2/the_party_starts_when_i_arrive_by_baron_engel-dbn0uy3.jpg)
:origin()/pre00/629e/th/pre/i/2017/306/8/f/light_up_the_night_by_baron_engel-dbsiw2v.jpg)
:origin()/pre00/d285/th/pre/i/2017/230/c/1/axe_wielder_by_baron_engel-dbkk3xf.jpg)
:origin()/pre00/bdc7/th/pre/i/2017/235/e/6/know_fear_by_baron_engel-dbl4953.jpg)
images. In this dream Ponyville was kind of on its own for local defense. Royal Forces were rather strained and were deployed elsewhere in the kingdom. So the mayor decided to reactivate the old concept of the town militia system to provide some degree of protection :origin()/pre00/9ceb/th/pre/i/2017/239/6/5/will_this_help__by_baron_engel-dbljgl4.jpg)
for the inhabitants of the town and the outlying areas. While the Everfree Forest wasn't an area of extreme activity for forces from the Realm of Shadows it had made it too dangerous for Zecora to live there. So she'd moved into Sweet Apple Acres. With Applebloom, AJ, and Big Mac off fighting on various fronts Granny Smith had appreciated the extra hands to help with the chores, and an extra pair of eyes to keep watch out for stuff. Eventually the zebra started developing a reputation as being a top-notch monster hunter. That's what this drawing is a scene from.
The 75mm HEAT grenade slammed into the head of the Night Shredder. The jet of molten metal from the hollow charge warhead tore through its brain. The skull of the fiend detonated from both the explosive charge and from superheated steam of various body fluids in the creatures skull. Debris from the horror splattered on the ground in a 15ft circle. The now brainless being remained upright for a few more seconds. Then it slowly toppled forward and crashed down face first in the field kicking up a large cloud of dust in the process.
A 100yds away Zecora peered at fallen fiend through field glasses for several seconds from behind the burned out remains of an old tractor. She'd had some close calls in the past when she'd been too quick to declare an opponent dead. It had almost cost her her life one time. The body continued to thrash for a minute or so before going still. While waiting to confirm the Night Shredder was dead the zebra had begun scanning the field and nearby forest for other fiends. All too often if there was one there was more nearby. Her eyes detected no other foes, but her ears told another story. Somewhere, just inside the Everfree Forest another Night Shredder was moving toward the sound of the grenade's explosion. Based on past experience the alchemist figured she several minutes before her next target appeared.
Zecora worked the charging handle of the old AR-10 ejecting the fired grenade launching cartridge from the chamber. In this mode her battered battle rifle was effectively a manually operated rifle since it had been necessary to shut off the rifle's gas system to protect it from the firing of the grenade. With this accomplished she set the safety on the rifle and removed another HEAT grenade from her backpack. Scanning the abandoned farm field she determined where to spring her next ambush. The crumpled, rusting metal remains of an old windmill would be an ideal place to take out her next foe. The mare slipped the grenade down over the barrel. She estimated her next opponent would appear about 200yds directly in front of the windmill. Rising to her hooves she slowly jogged to her next firing position.
According to the tattered manual that had she'd found with the rifle she should was suppose to use the special designed rifle grenade sights to accurately fire the grenades she carried in her back. However her rifle had no so such sights. Somewhere in this rifle's past they had been lost, and besides with practice she'd become lethal at guessing ranges and firing angles. However it required a hunter's mindset and a healthy dose of courage to fight this way, but lacking unstable mage crystal ammunition this had been the best solution she'd been able to come up with. Besides ever since Granny Smith :origin()/pre00/819a/th/pre/f/2017/235/9/9/a_mare_s_legs_by_baron_engel-dbl2l41.jpg)
figured out how to get in the old Militia armory open she had not been lacking ordnance for her rifle and hunting methods. Her usually load out was mixture of HE, HEAT, with a couple smoke or phosphorus grenades to round out her selection.
Reaching the wreckage of the windmill the mare starting scanning the forest with her binoculars. Soon her prey would appear. In the meantime she waited.
Comments
DocSpit
This picture coincided with the imminent Predator movie release just a little too conveniently, methinks :D
ColdSilverD
Awesome! I've been hoping you would start doing more art of this story!
Vet
Fired a few of those myself. The M76 launcher mounted on an M14.
