Close Combat

[sharpwit]

 Sharp dodged quickly as a horde of changelings attempted to leap onto him, taking the opportunity to smash the arm of the nearest adversary. It doesn't feel like flesh, he noted to himself as he swung the now disabled enemy onto the quickly regrouping horde he dodged earlier. It feels almost like breaking hooves... Wonderful. He narrowly dodged another changeling's attack, only to walk right into another one's. The punch sent him a few feet back, but he managed to steady himself just as three other changelings surrounded him, their eyes glowing maliciously.
Give them a right hoof! And a left! the Dark Voice yelled encouragingly.
With a bellow, Sharp grabbed the changeling directly in front of him and gave him a mighty headbutt, breaking off the creature's horn and giving himself a nasty cut on the forehead in the process. The other creatures attempted to make a jump at him, but the grey pegasus managed to give them a sweeping kick before leaping in the air to get a better view at things.
He only managed to catch a glimpse at what could only be described as a flailing tornado of tentacles and screaming changelings before being promptly tackled down by another pair of enemies. Managing to turn them so that they would hit the concrete full force, he turned his attention back at the changeling with a gun, who seemed to have mastered his new weapon fairly quickly. Ok, new plan- make sure to take HIM out next, he noted before ducking a nearby leaping changeling minion.