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Sometimes, when problems can't be solved, fire tends to be the solution. Whenever there's a monster, abomination, or just a tough position to break through. Fire, would do.

The MineLegoEquestrians would adapt use of the flamethrower after the inventions of Legotians and Mineans in their wars against the Kirins. Using their own weapon against them, to great use. The MineLegoEquestrians would soon find the flamethrowers and Kirins useful. Breakthroughs and fire were a great combination. Primal instinct told you to run from fire, and Kirins who naturally had an affinity with fire, running at you spraying flame at you, was a morale breaker. But those were years ago. Millenia, and Flammenshockjiun had soon fallen out of military use. But paramilitary and anti-terrorism problems, still had use for such flammable weapons.

Cults, though criminal gangs, or monsters, could all be dispatched using fire. The 'Two Private Protection Services ' had a division exclusive for flamethrowers, with a magical empire came magical problems, that could often be solved with enough fire. What is a god to a force of nature? What is a shield to inferno? What is meat to flame? Simply, fuel. Chaotic, uncontrollable, yet used in controlled burns and situations requiring order. Fire is contradictory in its nature and use.

With a nozzle in his levitation grip, the Director took a step forward. The smell of fire and flesh blocked out by the gas mask he was wearing, he still wore his trademark trenchcoat, long since enchanted by unicorns to be fireproof. It was a comforting piece of clothing, something as old him. It showed it age in some unravelling sections, but it was still show-worthy as ever. The edges played with the fire by his boots, the sloshing of the fuel on his back was only a single instrument in the chaotic orchestera of the area.

There was a scream here, a yell there. And always accompanied by the rich crescendo of the flamethrowers and burning houses. The orange flames illuminated his vision, he saw a cultist run, he trained his nozzle on him. He swore he could hear a cry of mercy before being drowned under the all cleansing power of the fire. Harmony knew no cultists, and as a follower of harmony, he knew no cultists. A fanatical devotion, worthy of the Kaisar's sons, which he was officially. He had to set an example to properly solidify his position. It had been a millennia since the Kaisar offered him a chance to restart his life to try again in spreading Harmony, and since then many have known him for the brutal methods he did to enforce harmony. But he always thought himself as never enough, how was he supposed to repay a life debt other than a life's service? The Kaisar might have had asked him to not worship him, but it was something he found hard not to do. Only a god can appreciate such a degenerate like him.

"Preventus! Preventus where in hell are you?!" Came a shout, in the old tongue of Equestrian-2, which for 4th wall breaking purposes, was just regular English. The Director turned to the sigh of commotion, to see a regular stallion, with black fur and a blacker mane. How such a stallion could come out of the gene pool still confused him. The stallion wore a grab of bland green, though the stark black kepi on his head indicated his station. A Lieutanent Colonel. He recognised the face however.

Zugzwang.

His face scrunched up underneath the mask as he walked over to the stallion, in between the burning wrecks of the village.

"What do you want, Zugzwang?" The Director shouted as he used a hoof to take off his mask. The smell of carange filled his nostrils and he didn't flinch, too used to it. Zugzwang turned to him, and held back a sneer of his own.

"I need some of your troops Preventus," Zugzwang had bags under eyes, a lack of sleep maybe. His eyes showed some level of acceptance of defeat.

"Why so?" The Director asked, turning off the nozzle of the flamethrower. Zugzwang sighed.

"Your troops are some of the best, I need some of them to form my unit to protect my nephew," He said, and the Director responded with a curt nod. "Some Flammenshockjiun would do good as deterannce and protection."

"So you finally admit my boys are great?" The Director held back a chuckle, and tilted his head at Zugzwang who sighed. He seemed deflated, and it was enough for Director.

"Yes, yes, I wouldn't come here if your troops were subpar," Zugzwang gave a glare and a full sneer. It was almost a whinny too.

"I'll give you a hoofful of my troops, you better protect my Faustdamn Nephew well, Zugzwang."

"He's my nephew too,"

The Director rolled his eyes, "I'm older than you, I have right of way. I'll give you my best troops you need after we finish this extermination, understood?"

"Understood, Preventus." He sneered, before walking off. Director laughed to himself as he placed back his gas mask. Turning around to the burning village, nozzle switched back open and prepared to unleash the hot fire of Harmony once more.