"Now hold on! This is official—" Cloud didn't finish as the tavern emptied and his guards were overwhelmed with superior numbers. The entire street descended into a disorganized brawl as the Equestrian royal guards were engaged by the fine, upstanding citizens of Black Port. Flailing limbs, hooves, wings, thrown bottles, broken spears, and missing teeth were all that could be discerned in the shifting mass of fighting ponies. Broken bones, concussions, stale beer, and the occasional blood spill were the participants only reward for joining in on the fun. The guards had a distinct advantage in training, discipline, and better armour, and were slowly getting the upper hoof on their more experienced but simultaneously more bedraggled opponents.