What immediately followed was a furious flurry of hooves, paws and wings as the pair struggled to untangle themselves from an unknown assailant, eventually resolving into the stalemate they were now trapped in. The young sphinx pony below her, more lion then pony, but whose frame was smaller than that of a griffon, glared up at her. His helmet had fallen off after she had cut loose the bindings that held it around his muzzle. 