The pony lion he had spied from before was currently flying about the dragon’s head whacking at it with a mace. The dragon was alternating between trying to bat it away with its wings and claws and fighting off the orange pegasus with the spear. Meanwhile, the zebra from before, reared up, a bottle of a foaming green liquid raised in its hoof. It swung its hoof, sending the concoction flying towards the dragon. For a moment, it’d look like it was going to hit it dead in the chest before it ducked to avoid a low swing of the lion pony’s mace. The bottle landed in a crowd of warriors who began choking, some falling to the ground unconscious.