Forgath took a long moment to consider, his fist slowly returning to his side.  Bravery?  Stupidity?  He could not say.  Impudence, certainly, but there was a certain...charm.  An innocence, perhaps.  He let his gaze sweep along the rest of the ponies, ears lowering in deference and fear as they noticed his attention, a few going as far as to cringe back as if from a blow.  These creatures had been broken not long ago.  But they had escaped their "King"?  The king they had served as slaves.  Useful creatures, then.