[hr] [@lugia][@double][@Rune_Alchemist] [This was collaborated in PMs with Lugia] She had been fairly certain that she made it clear with the imagery that if he continued his aggression and made himself a threat to the smaller ponies she'd crush him, but for whatever reason, whether he just wanted a fight, was utterly mad, or misinterpreted her display, it confused her enough thinking about it that his strike landed perfectly, square in the jaw, forcing her head up... a few inches before it stopped, if he was watching he could see her neck flexing to resist the force of it and turn her muzzle down a bit so that he could see... A bit of blood made itself known leaking from her lips before her tongue, far from 'equine' in it's almost reptilian style, glowing blue even, snapped out to lick over her lips and clean it up... then her jaws parted, revealing horrifying rows of razor sharp teeth that had no business fitting in her mouth like that, giving him a horrifyingly gleeful bloody grin. Suddenly, she pivoting in place, jerking her muzzle free of his strike and letting her wing shoot out 'lightning fast' as well, albeit much closer than his charge had been, and if he dodged her spin would put her in the perfect position for a double-buck to the rear with considerably longer range than her wing had, the force of which caused a tremor in the ground and cracks in the stone where here fore-legs were supporting her weight, and a rush of wind to follow it. "HA! Gotcha!" Trevor shouted as his uppercut worked just as 'planned'... of course, at that moment, the horselike thing revealed an absolutely draconic set of teeth and a similar tongue. Considering what he saw, before, Trevor was almost certain this was some sort of illusion, or something, and she was trying to intimidate him with that... and, just after her grin her wings shot out, and she spun around, which caused Trevor to use this time to sidestep and grapple her, tossing her to the ground... of course, what came next, Trevor didn't expect, even though he probably should have. The thing kicked him square in the face, sending him back, and even causing the loss of a couple teeth. If he hadn't already claimed ice as his mortal enemy, blunt force would have been that, due to his avian bones. "Hey... not bad," he commented, trying to make it seem like it didn't do much, though, the slight slur in his speech gave away the fact that the kick did, indeed hurt. After being donkey-kicked by a creature much stronger than a donkey, Trevor used his lightning magic to heal him... and to save it up for a thunderstorm, which would start right after he was healed up. Trevor had absolutely NO idea whether the thing was strong to, or weak to electricity, but it was at least worth a try, given that the rain in the area quite literally dampened any fiery plans he might have had. His reaction time was impressive, certainly, but the sensation of a connected buck and the inevitable feeling of blood on her hooves from the damage was both satisfying and gave her useful information about how durable his body was, similarly to how his demonstration of self electrocution allowed him to regenerate the damage... so clearly she was either going to have to force him into surrender, unconciousness, or a more permanent state of silence. By the time he'd finished healing she'd righted herself and turned back, standing tall with something of an imperious glare on her muzzle, though the satisfied smirk told how unphased she was by a proper fight. She waited a moment and watched as he seemed to 'charge' something, an eyebrow raised and she simply stared as nothing happened... She did 'not' assume that it was nothing, it was never nothing unless the opponent was a 'fool'... she was proven right with the sensation of magic surging down at her, she spread her hooves and snapped her wings outs... wings that sparked lightly, something attracted the bolts to them, seeming to curve in mid-air as they struck her wings directly, visibly arcing through and into her body before dispersing into the ground, cooking the grass or water near her hooves, but aside from going stiff and a little twitch here or there she didn't seem too put out by it, her expression didn't even change from a calm smirk... "An impressive voltage..." . Which widened slightly, he'd escalated it from a physical confrontation to a magical one now didn't he? Her eyes flashed bright blue for a moment, and her horn lit up with that tell-tale starry aura... then the air began to grow colder, the clouds that had come both from before to put out the fires, and now to facilitate the lightning, began to freeze and dissipate before turning turning into a rain of hail... thousands of tiny ice-balls being directed at her scaley opponent in waves of varied size, each one 'just' cold enough to freeze, but warm enough to shatter on impact and spray it's impact zone with tiny cold shards... first rule of fighting dragons with magic, chill them out. The horse smiled when the lightning bolts started hitting her... and they seemed to do nothing, with her just grounding it out with her wings and the dirt under her. She said... something that he couldn't understand and then it grew colder around him... he had to act fast if he didn't want to freeze to death, and, while he REALLY didn't want to do this in what he thought was a fair and friendly fight, Trevor flew up a little bit, and performed his flame drill attack, both to keep the hail and cold away from him, AND to damage his opponent, though, he was SPECIFICALLY aiming for a non-fatal area, and he didn't want to permanently cripple her, either, so he wasn't aiming for her wings. Once that was done, he found the entire world spinning around him... yup, that move packs a punch, but BOY does it make it hard to do things afterwards... he just started throwing punches everywhere after that, hoping that she was around here, somewhere. Of course, without his fiery shield around him, he started getting hit with hail, and the colder temperatures, though, he'd occasionally breathe fire to TRY to mitigate that. Trevor... HATED it when he got motion sickness, and by now, he almost felt ready to puke, but there was NO way he was going to give up after that. After taking a break, and healing himself with another jolt of energizing lightning magic, he looked around to find his opponent, and then flew up to her, just to pick her up again... though, this time, he took her up into the air, only to try to slam her down... of course, he knew she had wings, so he'd have to 'aid' her decent with a gravity-aided kick to the back... of course, again, he didn't WANT to use this move, but he figured that she could take him going all out, by now, so he wasn't TOO worried. She actually chuckled a little as he at first avoided the hail by spinning and burning, not a bad idea, but she knew from experience that she could keep this up well until he'd frozen to death... Then he launched at her from the air while he was still spinning, She wasn't sure if he could even 'see' through the fire, and counted on that as she dispersed 'herself' to mist before he landed, refforming quickly on the other side of him to watch him wobble around dizzily for a moment... She'd stopped though... ... This was turning out dissapointingly... That first strike had made her consider that he was capable of doing damage and being an entertaining fight while she was fulfilling her duty of suppressing his threat... and yet, he appeared to be petering out quickly... she stared quietly for a moment as he shocked himself again to straighten out his dizzy state, then he came for her again... honestly, her heart wasn't in it anymore, but she 'was' kindof impressed that he'd managed to lift her into the air, that was a 'LOT' of mare to be hefty around then dragging back to the ground... thing was, this time when he went to kick her towards the ground, she burst into that purple mist again, something which clung to his out-stretched legs like glue before jerking him down as well and sending him into the ground before moving about to hove in the air... Well, Trevor didn't think he'd ever see THAT ability... as he was trying to slam her on the ground, she just sort of... poofed. She disappeared, causing him to have to slow down before he, himself crashed into the ground without someone to soften the landing. "Aw, now that's no fun, teleporting around like that, can't you just fight normally? Hmph," Trevor then decided to try to use his thunderstorm move, again, just to try to reveal where she was, but... it didn't happen. It would appear as if Trevor has run himself out of magic in the middle of this fight, and that was NOT going to go well for him... of course, just as one last thing, he waited for her to reappear, and once he spotted her, dashed at her, full speed, grappled her, once again... and then just PUMMELED her for a while, mainly out of spite. Once he grew tired of that, he backed away, and tried to search for some sort of healing item that'll heal up his magic, once again... Of course, him digging through his bag left him WIDE OPEN for any sort of attacks that someone might be planning, especially after taking a pummeling, not that Trevor had much of a choice... without his magic, he can't heal himself with energize, and without magic, he'd be limited to his most basic attacks of each type... of course, that pummel took up the last of his magic resources, but, it was, in his opinion, probably a 'good' parting gift. She simply watched from... somewhere... it'd be hard to describe to one who hadn't experienced it, but he seemed to be looking for another chance to get at her... so she elected to conjured herself... or, a dummy version, somthing he went for immediately... heavens, the poor thing must have no clue what he was actually doing, he just battered it for a while before retreating to search through his bag for something... this was the perfect oppurtunity, and all she did was... 'manifest'. She solidified in the air above him, four legs spread out and wings closed, and 'dropped'... Doesn't sound very fancy... but that was literal 'tons' of horse that crashed down ontop of him suddenly, and topping it off was that she was even heavier than she looked, likely some sort of density effect to her body... either way, it resulted in him being buried in the dirt beneath her, the ground cracking from the impact, and a sensation mixing pain and frigid chill from coming in prolonged contact with her body, not to mention the ground shaking the intense landing. Moments later she picked herself up, used her wings to brush off the loose dust and dirt, and then in a glow like writhing night-mass peeled him out of the indention in the ground, logically removed the bag he'd been fishing through, presumably for some kind of weapon, and tossed it over her shoulder in a specific direction, where it was quickly caught in mid-air by the bat-winged quadruped... After slinging it on their shoulder they seemed to proceed to squirm comically in the air, as if gushing over the night-mare. After a few moments more she positioned him in the ground, laid out, legs and arms bound by quickly conjured stone-cuffs, enchanted to provide 'just' enough chill to render most dragons lethargic without actually endangering their health... Then turned about to address the two closer ponies, quietly enough for none to hear it, before they nodded and zipped off into the sky. She then proceeded to heft the dragon thing onto her back, using her wings to pin him in place, and quickly addressed the shadowy apparition in some voice tone that seemed to defy language norms for any known time-period... It receded, and she turned to-Find that there was another pony present, one who hadn't been sent here. For a moment her eyes narrowed on him... As experienced royalty she was 'expected' to know prominent figures around the nation, at the 'least' by name, but she did not keep track of any who were not permanently in canterlot, or of 'personal' interest. "Astral Gleam? What are you doing down 'here'? Every instance I have heard of you places you in the Crystal Empire, much too far to have arrived here so quickly..." Her tone hinted at suspicion beyond just 'being where he shouldn't', perhaps she thought he was a changeling impersonating someone who couldn't possibly be here already... It wasn't inherently accusatory, but she was keeping the possibilities in mind. [hr] [@rune_alchemist][@double] The whole display may have been quite exciting to such a foreign visitor, a display of power, speed, of sound routing of a disruptive ruffian! It was over rather quickly though. Who knew if it would stay as interesting when the tall nebulous equine's features settled on 'her'... it's eyes widened a bit upon noticing her... this creature that had revealed itself had the look of something night-born, it could simply be assumptive of her, but the coloration... She also noted the strange bipedal machine nearby, both of which were terribly out of place here. Regardless, she quickly looked back to the pony with a short "And 'what' are 'these' creatures?" Though to a foreign ear it merely sounded akin to a dark orchestra playing through one's voice. [hr] [@evanist] The sudden shriek by one of the 'following critters' caused the bundle of creatures to stop, the big one slowly turned it's body so that it could look behind itself at the noise... It's expression seemed to be permanent blank disinterest, but one could guess as to whether it was 'made' that way or if he felt that little interest. The other two reacted a bit more noticeably, the feline thing stretching at it's sappy trappings to try and get a better view while it's eyes zeroed in right on some of the creatures hiding in the trees. While the automaton's head spun around as if on a 360 joint to stare backwards, metallic 'facial parts' clinking into a new position that appeared to suggest curiosity. "I-say. That-sown-ded like a whip... or will." "Stupid, it's those things I said were following us, they smell even more foreign than this forest!" He whispered something low enough not to be heard from a distance. The clay thing's expression changed in such a minute way it would take a truly sharp eye to catch the tiniest eye-brow raise. "No. Such. thing... Will. just. ask... pussy. tactics. waste. time." As the giant was turning there was a hissy scrabbling on his back "Oh yer a nice one to be talkin about wasting time, yer slow like mud already!" He seemed to go ignored as the big one looked in the general direction the feline thing had been looking, who still glared over that broad shoulder... Then his voice sounded out with more bass, if that was possible, as he spoke louder "Are. you. survivors? or stalkers?" Interestingly enough, he maintained a slow but steady pace towards the mountain even now, simply walking backwards. [hr] [@rangingwolf][@wanderingblackdragon] It seemed to add further satisfaction to the lead quadruped's expression when the alien's leader seemed to be agitated by this strange biped's odd and mildly insulting behavior, otherwise he paid the boy no mind... though Amber's persistent lack of extracting more carrots from the strange creature's carrot dispenser was starting to cause him to spark a little here and there, not painfully, but it added an odd tingle to his contact. They weren't aware of whether they fully interpreted the images properly, but they figured 'something' out at least as they spent a while talking amongst themselves, adding more chance for observation... on both sides actually, for one, the quadrupeds weren't even phased by the Eclipse that had manifested in the sky, something that historically would send more primitive species into a panic with how quickly it appeared. He'd surely noted the aggressive stance of one in the back and return of what must've been a weapon when signaled by their superior. The reactions to them revealing their faces told tiny stories of their own, as it seemed the tall blue one was oddly exuberant about seeing them. He wasn't sure what to make of the big one's reaction, but their leader's 'wonder' was evident in tone, even if his words were as good as gibberish. [color=purple]"Well, at the very least we can report that they aren't 'looking' for a fight, and that they can understand basic image communication."[/color] He watched closely as the leader used a stick to doodle his own bit, though at first he was considering a 'no' because the image looked like he was asking about fire, the demonstration- At first is caused him to tense up, his wings flaring a few inches as an instinctive reaction to a potential threat, but the lack of aggression quickly cooled it down as the question became more apparently... and he simply nodded to his companion, who returned to doodling next to Elijah's image. It was hopefully simple and clear enough, she drew a more definitive example of the ball he's formed, emphasizing it's spherical shape and darking a portion to differentiate it's coloring, with a familiar 'not equal' mathematics symbol connected to a clearer doodle of 'fire', to insinuate that it's not the same as fire. Then followed with a short arrow pointing to a similar doodle just before, with an equal symbol and a check-mark, for it being 'okay' as long as the first statement was true. The drawings that followed from the alien's though were a bit... disconcerting, it wasn't perfectly clear what it meant, but it was undeniably involving some kind of mental connection that, one could assume, would lead to better communication. It caused an obviously worried expression in the one who'd been doing the doodling as she looked back to her superior... he seemed pensive on the matter for a few moments, before stepping forward himself, there appeared to be some protests from his companion, but he shrugged them off with some sort of reply that calmed her... He did however, light up his own feather and add a little bit to the drawing of their connected minds, a line that passed over the the front of 'his' side of the connection, as if shielding his side of it, and drew a second short line to a hastily doodled image of the moon with an eye 'watching' the exchange... It was considerably easier than trying to draw his patron clearly, and he hoped it got the message across that 'something' was watching over them... Perhaps quite boldly then he moved over to make himself available to the blue one that he assumed the drawing referred to.