Bronzehorn narrowed his eyes and rolled his jaw over, chewing her words as he pointed a fat, black-furred finger in her direction. "Maybe they didn't do so well against Equestria, but next time you're in the Champions' Hall in Canterlot, look up at the frescoes on the ceiling. You'll see armies of ponies in linen armor -- the armies that united the three kinds of ponies and founded this nation."