Snippet #1787652

Sawmill - 14:00 Hours

"AAAAAAATEEEEEN-SHUN!" No reaction what-so-ever from the blonde in the helmet. "Ah-hem!" The ponies' wide-eyes look up at the man.
"Yes?" She says, with a voice halfway between a whisper and a hush.
"Private! I said to get in line!" Growled the Soldier, boots stomping their way in front of the pony and staring from on high.
"You, you said 'Attention'. I don't know what you-"
"IN LINE NOW, PRIVATE!" The Soldier barks, the pony attempting to vanish under her helmet with a squeak. "PRIVATE! Get out from under that helmet and stand straight! This is no time for hiding! Now!" He said, turning on the spot towards the dummy he'd set up. It was a hastily put together potato sack stuffed with straw then attatched to a wooden pole. A bucket with a face on it made for the scarecrow Heavy's face while he'd done nothing about the arms.
"This is a representation of the enemy you shall be fighting."
"I can't reason with them?" She said.
"There isn't enough humanity to reason with, Private!" The Soldier said.
"Actually, my name is Flutter-"
"Quiet! Now! Who shall go first to smash the heavy?" The Soldier said, looking around the room with a large smile on his face. After a few awkward seconds of the Soldier looking for participation from a largely empty room, Fluttershy sticks a hoof in the air.
"Ah! Good! Thank you Private!" She trots forwards to in front of the dummy Heavy.
"Now, "Invincibility lies in the defence; the possibility of victory in the attack". We must over come his defence with our attack! You must become like a wild animal and rip that american hating dummy a new one!" The Soldier said, shaking a fist at the inanimate figure. "First! Roar at the bastard!"

Fluttershy walks up to the dummy, nervously takes a deep breath aaaand....makes a noise like kittens protesting about a lack of yarn. The Soldier sniggers.
"Come on! My Grandma could do better and she's died three times in the last month."
Fluttershy tries again...Intake of breath, rarring hersel up and....still as frightening as being slapped with a butterfly wing.
"Yep...We gotta long way to go..."