        Three years ago, Twilight would have either frozen where she stood, or run in terror.  But after having defeated Nightmare Moon once, the familiar sight did not frighten her, but instead brought sadness.  She stepped forward, and widened her stance.  A magenta beam shot from her horn, striking Luna square in the chest.  For a moment, her barding lit, before fading to its normal onyx.  More importantly, she did not revert to the form of a changeling, which was a great relief to the unicorn.