"You know what I mean." He heard footsteps, lots of them, drawing near, wing beats from two dozen metres off. It was the living bodies of the guards closing in from afar. He turned back to the pony in his hands and looked down at him in confusion. The tingling in his brain increased in intensity for a brief moment. He knew this pony… somehow. Yes, had he not just been... Yes, that’s right. He was the one behind the old magic, the one who just tore up half a city block, but why was he down here? "What are you doing down here, pony?"