The guards charged, and the courtyard descended into a melee of flailing hooves, fur, glittering armour, and flashing spears. The changelings abandoned their disguises, conserving their energy as their horns glowed and spells were cast, offensive blasts of magic that singed fur and winded those they hit, when they weren’t deflected outright by armour. Several took to the air to escape, only to be caught by a number of pegasi and brought back to the ground. Hard. Stellar ducked under the swinging hooves of a changeling before jumping back up, her helmet cracking against the jaw of the changeling before a few precision blows bringing it down.