More incredulous at the mechanical magic powering the batpony's daggers than the actual sorcery fuelling her targets, Lily followed Ebonshield’s roll and watched her flip around to crash into the spear-wielding pony's upper torso, stabbing her right-hoof's spring-activated dagger repeatedly into the base of its neck, where the main armor connected with the neck-guard. With an ethereal moan, this one, too, collapsed down into the pit, the shadow-stuff evaporating as the sand regained its usual brown color.