There were ten Changelings, all frozen in a scene of savagery, fangs pointed at throats, hooves digging into softer exposed flesh between carapace, at least one horn gouging out an eye. The group had chosen to remain perfectly still though, their eyes looking to you and Chrysalis, waiting for approval to continue. One unfortunate horse-bug was visibly shaking though, finding himself in the middle of an attack from four others. Oh, that's right, Chrysalis was having them fight for your amusement, but didn't want to leave the throne.