"True true, I will admit that was a rather impressive display of mag—OW!" Jacques clutched his foreleg in pain. Whirlwind just sat where he was as if he hadn't visibly stomped on his friend's fetlock. His smile thinly stretched and his eyes were wide in fear. Handy could just about make out a surprisingly visible bead of sweat on his forehead. Riverblossom raised an elegant eyebrow at the display.