[The barrage landed at the destination. The very ground quaked and the thunderous roars rolled across the battlefield.]
[Columns of dust and falling gravel filled the air, and when it settled, the area was peppered with the broken remains of dead Changelings]
"The rest are retreating!"
[The Earthpony guard came to one wounded Changeling in the midst of the field of dead and dying. The wounded Changeling had lost all its legs, its carapace shattered by a blast, bug-ichor and life leaking through its shrapenal wounds.]
[It winced in pain, while the Earthpony guard reach down on a poach it carries, the pony unconcerned by the Changeling's whimpering, only for his price]
"MY money." He said simply, with a note of finality.
"Did it really mattered to you that much? That thing just stolen 25 bits." his Pegasi guard comrade asked as he landed and stroll over. Around them the rest of the legion worked around the battlefield, rounding up survivors and checking the dead.
"Well what are you doing, then?" The Earthpony guard snapped back in irritation.
"I collect their fangs." The pegasi remarked, as he reached down towards the dying Changeling. Unceremoniously, without fuss, his hooves wrapped around the fangs and pulled. The fangs came off along the Changeling accompanied by a sharp, painful screech. "Bombshell and Skullcrusher got dibs on their wings."