All of Fluttershy’s animal friends cowered in the corner as Tempest Shadow lay curled up atop the knocked-over statue of Anonymous on the map table, her forelegs wrapped tightly around it’s neck as she pressed as much of her body as possible against it’s chest. Scorch marks from her magic peppered both the statue itself and the entire tabletop around it, a clearing in the soot layer marking when the statue had once sat upright. It looked as if she was trying her absolute hardest to break him out of his stony prison, but had failed.