For his part, he had her mane in the grip of one paw, dragging her head down and the punching dagger attached to his other forepaw grazing her neck. “Well…” he began at length. His voice had a distinct drawl to it, different from the ones she had heard from the more southern Equestrians, a slight purring sound rolled from his throat as he said the L’s, but there was nothing pleasant about the noise. “It seems we are at a bit of an impasse.”