"You fought better than I thought you would mutt, but this is where you shall die," Deeproot says in between snaps at my muzzle. "I will kill you, gather my kind, we will storm that pathetic pony pack and kill every last one of them. I will personally kill that small pony cub and that rat. Then I will enjoy that bitch before I put it down like I did its master." Deeproot glares into my eyes seeming to take enjoyment at my anger at what he was saying.