Thunder stood looking at the pot where his opponent had been for a long time, his mind churning, trying to rationalize what had just happened. ‘The deer couldn’t possibly have done that… could he?’ he thought to himself. Sitting there, genuinely curious at the implications of the magic he just witnessed, trying to unravel its mystery. That was until, very slowly, the realization came upon him that the one saving grace he had at avoiding the Mistress’ fury had not only slipped out of his hooves, but may have been vaporized in a magical explosion.