A chorus of gasps sound out from the three at your subversion of their subversion, allowing you to parry Pinkie’s very real sword into the stratosphere with a swift backhand. You go for the visceral attack as she reels from the counter, hand plunging straight into her mane and fishing around for the eldritch hammerspace she keeps pulling random shit out of. All you get for your efforts is the sensation of mousetraps latching onto your fingers and a huge bear trap crunching against your arm.